Chapter 253

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The word "spy" easily makes one naturally associate it with war.

This is not something small merchants like, and naturally not the life Chen Yi likes either.

Only the destitute proletariat with no livelihood would think about liberating the whole world. Chinese people in the 1960s thought about turning the Earth red all day long; in 2001, how many Chinese people would think like that? Actually, even if they occupied the whole world, what would it change? Besides the high and mighty becoming even more high and mighty, ordinary people's lives might become even worse, because limited resources would have to be used on the entire nation's people — then the Black uncles in Africa would truly be happy.

If China and the US each held a nationwide referendum to merge the two countries, share resources, and live the same life, Chinese people who accepted nine years of compulsory patriotic education would vote in favor eight or nine times out of ten, while the Sam Uncles would vote against eight or nine times out of ten — occupying China would mean lowering their own quality of life to help the people of underdeveloped countries and regions; how low an IQ would it take to vote in favor of conquering the world?

Just like now, Chen Yi doesn't want to occupy the West Continent at all. The entire purpose of rectifying military preparedness is merely to prevent the natives of the West Continent from raiding Shuizhai and affecting his business. He mainly guards against the upper-class figures of Ma La, or the upper-class figures of some other city-state, coveting Shuizhai's wealth.

Chen Yi glanced at Yu Weichao and said, "You guessed about the spy matter long ago, right?"

"I thought for a whole day before I figured it out. At the very least, they have people inside Shuizhai; otherwise the news couldn't have spread so fast, nor could it have been believed."

"Aren't you worried?"

Yu Weichao let out a hehe laugh and said, "12 heavy machine guns, 300,000 rounds of ammo? What do I have to worry about?"

Later Chen Yi got another 8 sets of heavy machine guns, all mounted on Shuizhai's walls — weapons are the easiest machinery to learn; quite a few young people from Yun Village and Shang Yun Village were hired by Yu Weichao specifically to train in body techniques and marksmanship.

A heavy machine gun crew needs at least 4 people to operate effectively in combat; during wartime, 12-man heavy machine gun squads are very common.

Chen Yi curled his lip, thinking: As expected, the ignorant are fearless. Not to mention someone like me, a Combat Knight at Douji Level 8 — even a Level 5 Kingdom Knight, with good luck, breaking through the crossfire of two heavy machine gun crews isn't extremely difficult.

If there were six or seven high-level Kingdom Knights, breaking through Shuizhai would be quite easy.

Of course, looking from the good side, the corner of the continent where Shuizhai currently sits has a city-state political structure, which determines that they would find it very hard to gather several high-level Kingdom Knights. On the other hand, although the wealth accumulated in Shuizhai is not small, it is still insufficient to drive large numbers of knights to risk their lives and damage their reputations.

Even so, the possibility of large numbers of auxiliary troops cooperating with a small number of elite Combat Knights destroying Shuizhai still exists. The reason Yu Weichao can carry on his daily work with such composure is mainly related to his experience.

A normal Earth person, when blocking a transportation hub, would definitely not factor in Spider-Man's courier service; just like the unknowing Yu Weichao, his heavy machine gun placement is certainly aimed at defending and blocking transportation hubs — how to handle remote corners probably requires specialized research and thought.

The mere small library of Ma La is not enough to provide sufficient information.

Chen Yi pondered silently, then said: "Heavy machine guns alone aren't enough. After a while I'll get more heavy equipment; as for you, you need to find a way to train soldiers……"

"Can we request people from the Organization?" Yu Weichao was still reminiscing about the Human Development Research Society. Institutions with lots of money are always comfortable; working with ample resources is a kind of happiness, working with scarce resources is a kind of suffering.

"No." Chen Yi vetoed: "Do you expect me to pull a whole formed unit of troops for you?"

Just to swindle these few people now, he was exhausted half to death; relying on Earth's military — too hard.

Yu Weichao still wouldn't give up: "The natives are uneducated; just hearing the gunfire scares them enough. This can't go on. And I don't understand military matters either."

That last point is the most fatal.

"I understand." Chen Yi gave one answer with his mouth while thinking another in his heart: Where to find some professional soldiers? Mercenaries won't do — their probability of rebellion is far greater than their probability of loyalty.

He thought for a long time with no leads. Before leaving, he asked Li Changning and the others again: "Any questions? I'll answer on the spot……"

Whether anger or doubt, a pile of questions immediately came flying at him.

Only after placating Li Changning and the rest did two hours pass.

Chen Yi returned to the Subway, immediately headed straight for the Saint Qiao Kingdom, provided a small amount of paper and such, then asked Timothy: "I have an independent city that needs to be able to defend against attacks by organizations at least at the Kingdom Knight level. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Some alchemists in the Allied Forces know puppetry." Timothy paused here, then said helplessly: "The crystal screen limits the types of trade we can do."

"Looks like we can only use the original method." Chen Yi murmured to himself. Timothy and the others were already trembling with fear, shouting "Master, calm your anger," while thinking in their hearts: What is the original method?

Puppetry is an extremely difficult alchemy, even the pinnacle of alchemy; if not for a Grand Mage like Timothy, no one would dare speak of such a rare art.

Rather, Holy Knight Ruoyuan turned his eyeballs a bit and said: "Master, if the Phantom Dragon can be properly trained, it will definitely be a great help."

Chen Yi drives the Raptor every day and tends to forget the Phantom Dragon is a powerful combat-assist mount. At this moment he asked with some surprise: "How long would you need?"

"A hundred days is enough."

Chen Yi didn't hesitate at all. He grabbed the little lizard off his shoulder and said decisively: "Begin."

Three months — he felt he could still wait that long.

The little lizard squealed unwillingly, but Ruoyuan Holy Knight said with considerable insight: "Please authorize me the right to command this beast!"

"Oh."

A golden light flashed over Ruoyuan's body, and he immediately commanded: "Kneel."

The little lizard reluctantly bent its legs to the ground.

"It really works." Chen Yi let out a couple of hehe laughs.

Holy Knight Grindel then bowed and said: "Master, should we also begin training?"

Chen Yi instantly felt a sense of shared suffering with the mount.

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Returning to Jiangning, Chen Yi began sitting at the Martial Arts Hall daily, so that Liu Xinyu could free up time to plan the purchase of more heavy equipment.

At the same time, through Senator Schumer's connections, he registered a financial armored transport company in the United States, then in the name of its armed escort operations, ordered 10 Sakson wheeled armored personnel carriers in the UK — in appearance, this equipment resembles a light armored vehicle from the late 1980s more like an armored truck, but its advantage is enough firing ports: front left, left side, right side, rear door all have spherical gun mounts, and it allows infantry to fire their own weapons from inside the vehicle; it belongs to the bullying-the-soft-fearing-the-hard type of armored vehicle.

The vehicles will be delivered in one or two months to a temporary storage room near Times Square in the US. According to the West Continent's development progress, by then the road hardening within 10 kilometers around Shuizhai should be finished; the armored vehicles can serve as simple internal transport vehicles for use, maximizing avoidance of harm from local natives. At the same time, they help improve Shuizhai's own transport capacity.

Furthermore, if war really breaks out, these mobile vehicles can inflict maximum casualties on the enemy.

From Chen Yi's perspective, assuming the worst case — several nearby powerful city-states organize more than 5 Kingdom Knights together with large numbers of armed soldiers to invade Shuizhai — even with three to five times the heavy weapons, it would be impossible to hold Shuizhai. In other words, when such a situation occurs, Yu Weichao and the others are basically dead; the only contribution they can make is to inflict extremely massive casualties on the enemy, thereby deterring them, so that the next established stronghold can obtain a higher safety coefficient.

One must admit, this kind of thinking is somewhat utilitarian. But any organization or nation's policy considerations are utilitarian, and cannot avoid being utilitarian.

In the following days, Chen Yi's life gradually returned to regularity. Every day besides increasing West Continent resources, he went to the Saint Qiao Kingdom for training, and trained the little lizard. Unexpectedly, the scrolls and potions in his hand upgraded again, gaining Level 6 Divine Oil, Energy Recovery Potion, and Intelligence Scroll. Only compared to before, although higher-level scrolls increase by a large margin, the added value is not that great. Even the most necessary Level 6 Intelligence Scroll, because of a roughly 30-hour sleep recovery period, has become not so lovely.

Jiangning's political circles also gradually entered a recovery period. The Chen Clan won a complete victory; the He Family lost all Propaganda Departments and also lost control of the Procuratorate. For Mayor He Fuhan, this is a very annoying matter. The transfer and dismissal of several Deputy Division-level Cadres, and the adjustment of dozens of Division-level Cadres, seemed to herald the bankruptcy of his years-long plan to take root at the grassroots.

Privately, the Chen Family continued to stand ready. Just as Uncle said to Chen Yi: "If a plan I operated for two or three years was destroyed in one go, I couldn't hold my head up if I didn't retaliate."

But He Fuhan is a political figure with endurance. Sometimes even Chen Yi admires him — under such enormous pressure, he can still continue accumulating strength, seeking only a successful counterattack; such a thing, no wonder he could reach the position of Mayor.

"One must be able to do what others cannot, to become a superior person; the ancients truly did not deceive me." Sitting in the Martial Arts Hall office, Chen Yi shook his head and sighed.

Liu Xinyu pushed the door open, saw his posture, chuckled softly, then knocked.

"Oh? Counselor, what's up?" Chen Yi withdrew his feet from the table, deliberately joking.

"The third evaluation form is out." Liu Xinyu walked to the desk, placed the thick stack of booklets before Chen Yi, held the desk edge with both hands, and said, "Also, I want to ask: why were the Security Team stationed at Jiangning University and the Inspection Team patrolling Jiangbei pulled back, especially now that evaluation forms are being issued and the trainees are all in a panic?"

Chen Yi lifted his eyelids, smiling broadly at Liu Xinyu, and suddenly said, "Your level has dropped."

"What do you mean?"

"The He Family is holding back—am I supposed to jump out and be their monkey to beat?" Chen Yi pointed at the window behind him and said, "Your eyesight back then was certainly not this shallow."

Liu Xinyu was stunned, actually unable to speak.

"This version of the evaluation form is decent. Call in all employees with Loyalty Level A or above and Control Rating Level A or above; I want to question them." Chen Yi read through the booklet on his own, circling eight trainees with a red pen.

After a long while, Liu Xinyu asked as if suddenly awakening, "What?"

Chen Yi glared at her unhappily, then repeated it once more.

Liu Xinyu sighed faintly, leaned forward to take back the booklet, not even knowing what kind of springtime she had left Chen Yi.

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