Chapter 739: Great firepower

"Actually, you don't have to come down, it's very convenient for me to go up."

Lanse said this while shaking hands with Admiral Miles.

Admiral Miles laughed and let go of Lanse's hand, hugging his shoulders, which made some soldiers in the distance reveal confused expressions toward Lanse.

It was very rare for this naval commander to make such a close-range movement, and they were all curious about what happened between Lanse and Admiral Miles that caused him to be so excited.

Fortunately, "hook literature" (slash fiction) wasn't popular here now, otherwise news like Lanse... Miles... would soon spread.

No matter how they guessed, they would never guess that what made Admiral Miles so wild was the money clinking!

The two went upstairs. When passing by the combat command room, Lanse noticed the activities going on in the room, as well as a fleet placed on a large sand table.

He stopped for about two or three seconds, and Admiral Miles walked over and closed the door. "Nothing to see!"

He said this and continued to walk forward with Lanse.

"The first batch of expenses has been settled in full. They want me to express their gratitude to you because of you, we this time... I'm not very convenient to say it so directly, but in short, everyone is very grateful to you."

Admiral Miles said he couldn't say it so directly, but in fact, he had already said it very directly.

Lanse smiled and was humble twice. "I just provided a train of thought, and the specific people responsible for these things are you and Congress."

Admiral Miles didn't think so. "No one thought of this method before, what were they doing?"

"So Lanse, this is a genius idea, you don't have to be so humble, no one will think you are arrogant, because this train of thought is indeed good!"

He said this and paused for a while. "I heard you wanted a war reporter pass?"

Lanse told George's idea, and also mentioned his many times of stopping him. "He is the winner of the 'Gold Newspaper Award'. If he insists on going to the front line, many people will be willing to support him."

"There are not only the main-war faction in the country, but also the main-peace faction, which is also a force that cannot be ignored."

Admiral Miles nodded. "Yes, these people even expect us to suffer an unprecedented defeat more than our enemies, and then abandon the war and roll back to the country in a sorry state, to prove that their theory is correct."

"But we won't do that. We will not only destroy the enemy's conspiracy, but also become the winner!"

In any era and any country, there is always a group of idiots standing on the opposite side of the trend. For these anti-war and main-peace people, if they can obtain some real, shocking news from the front line, it is conducive to them pushing social public opinion in a direction favorable to them.

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Some of them are in high positions. If they use some means, they indeed have the opportunity to send George to the front line.

Admiral Miles considered and said, "There is one thing I must remind you, Lanse."

"The front line is very dangerous..."

His meaning was very clear: George going to the front line would be dangerous, but Lanse heard a different taste. "Is the situation in front not very optimistic?"

Admiral Miles was stunned for a moment. He frowned and recalled all the words he had just said, confirming that he hadn't revealed any news about the front line, and then said hesitantly, "How did you judge it?"

"I don't seem to have told you what happened on the front line?"

"Or do you have any other sources of news?"

His reaction deepened Lanse's view of the war. "I have been paying attention to news reports about the front line during this period. The newspapers never mention our casualties, just saying that we resisted the enemy's attack, crushed the enemy's conspiracy, and victory belongs to us."

"Don't you think this is too beautified?"

"The federal army is participating in this large-scale foreign war for the first time. The cruelty of war is far more cruel than what we assumed in the classroom. Our soldiers cannot adapt as soon as they go to the battlefield, and can counterattack excellently."

"Otherwise, those liquors and sedatives wouldn't be needed."

"Added to the fact that the navy has also joined the action, I feel the situation on the front line is not optimistic."

Admiral Miles revealed an expression of amazement. "Your analysis is very in place, indeed so."

He hesitated for a few seconds. "Casualties are very large now, and the number of deaths has exceeded 30,000."

"30,000?", Lanse's voice also rose quite a bit. "That's really bad news."

How long has the war started, and such large casualties have appeared, it will definitely exceed everyone's expectations.

Admiral Miles said with a wry smile, "What's worse is that the Ministry of Defense and the Army now want not only to defend, but also to attack."

Lanse continued his words, "Only the fruits of victory obtained by attacking can cover up the true situation of so many casualties."

Admiral Miles didn't deny it. "We need to grow up in a short time, so higher-intensity war is necessary. It will become a ripening agent, screening out some veterans who adapt to the battlefield as soon as possible."

"Doing this is actually to prevent the subsequent troops from causing heavy casualties when they enter the battlefield like now."

"Veterans will be assigned to newly arrived companies to help them quickly adapt to the battlefield and teach them how to live longer."

The navy will attack a logistics base city near the side battlefield of the Dantela Republic, and at the same time try landing operations, pulling the forces on the side battlefield.

Providing an advantageous environment for the army on the side battlefield to launch an attack.

The military and the Ministry of Defense intend to pile up a group of veterans with deaths!

From a rational point of view, their approach is undoubtedly very correct. If they are always dragged down bit by bit in a slow-paced passive battle, it is better to hit it directly!

With this hit, it is possible to leave the current predicament and enter a new world.

But from an emotional point of view, it is possible that more people will die.

In the defensive side, so many people can die; when they reach the offensive side, more people will die.

Lanse was a bit silent after listening. This is the ruthlessness of the rulers.

Everyone, including themselves, repeats that human life is an incomparably precious wealth, but when they have needs, they can easily throw these wealth into the water.

Admiral Miles laughed twice. "Actually, you don't have to worry about the outcome of the war. We will definitely win, and we will definitely become the force that determines the direction of the war."

"I talked about this matter, also because of that friend of yours, George."

"The situation on the front line is very complex, and some are also related to our strategic issues, as well as domestic public opinion issues. If he crosses the line..."

Admiral Miles left a small tail when he said this. "These reporters always want to make a big news. The so-called Gold Newspaper Award you mentioned is, to some extent, a judgment of whether the trouble they caused is big enough."

Lanse was amused by this statement, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt it was very correct.

Behind every Gold Newspaper Award, reporters uncover a bloody scar in society, and only after making the entire society feel pain can they win it.

Speaking of which, the Gold Newspaper Award is to select who stabs the deepest and the most ruthless award.

Lanse laughed a few times and sighed. "If he really tries to pass back some news that is not allowed to be brought back, as a federal person, I know deeply that the interests of the country are higher than everything!"

This is to express his attitude from the side. He had also persuaded George, but if he insists on crossing the red line, then he won't block anything either.

It seems that Lanse is a bit cold and ruthless, but in fact, it is George's problem.

Lanse had already warned him, and he was still a guarantor, letting him go to the front line.

If he insists on reporting the news from the front line, it is obviously disregarding Lanse's interests, and he doesn't care at all about the price Lanse paid for guaranteeing him to go to the front line, and the consequences of doing so.

So if his brain is really not good, then he deserves to die.

Admiral Miles was very satisfied with this answer. "Yes, the interests of the country are higher than everything."

He paused. "You definitely didn't come here to tell me these things. Tell me, what's the matter?"

Lanse took out a cigarette, handed one to Admiral Miles, and lit one himself. "Do you have any eliminated armored vehicles or something, the kind with machine guns and bullets."

Admiral Miles didn't react at first. "We are all deploying the latest equipment, have you forgotten?"

"Even this naval base is brand new!"

But he said and said, as if thinking of something. "You are in trouble?"

Lanse nodded and shook his head. He told the story of the Holy Bell Party, and what happened today, and Admiral Miles frowned.

"These gangs really deserve to die!", he said and suddenly felt a bit embarrassed looking at Lanse. "I didn't mean you."

Lanse rolled his eyes. "I pretended not to hear."

Admiral Miles laughed loudly. "I know, you want to give them some deterrence!"

He considered it. "We have two armored vehicles that have had some small problems recently, so we plan to deal with them."

"After you get it, it's best to find a way to make the shell look like it's broken or scarred by war, so that even if someone comes to investigate, we can prevaricate."

"As for the machine gun... this is not easy to handle, but there will be leftover machine guns and ammunition in the two armored vehicles. We will recover this batch of equipment afterwards."

Lanse smiled and nodded. "That would be too grateful!"

Admiral Miles liked that Lanse owed him a favor. "You're welcome, we are friends, what you gave me is far more than what I gave you!"

Of course, that's what he said. Next time he asks Lanse to handle things, Lanse won't be able to refuse because he gave more.

Soon Admiral Miles gave instructions in front of Lanse to his adjutant, and even didn't let Lanse go to do the old-making, they handled it themselves.

He even invited Lanse to go over and see, which of course met Lanse's wishes.

Soon the adjutant took Lanse to the equipment warehouse, and four soldiers drove two armored vehicles out of the garage.

These were brand new armored vehicles, and Lanse could even smell a trace of butter.

"Do you want to come up and sit?", the adjutant invited.

Lanse didn't refuse. After getting on the armored vehicle, the environment here was actually not as comfortable as seen outside. People still couldn't stand up completely, only the machine gunner could.

The shooting holes on the car body also only allowed people to sit on chairs, or bend over slightly to shoot, which was a bit awkward.

They circled around, and Lanse even fired a burst of bullets, his hands were slightly trembling from the shock, but it had to be said, it was very enjoyable.

Not long after, the two armored vehicles were sent to the shooting range, and then more than a dozen soldiers took rifles and submachine guns and swept at them.

Lanse almost didn't make a sound several times to let them "be lighter," after all, this thing would belong to him soon!

After several rounds of sweeping, the two armored vehicles looked really too bad. They also used fire to smoke the shell for a while, making the beautiful paint surface look black, looking like it was about to be scrapped.

After processing it almost, the adjutant let the soldiers drive the two armored vehicles to the designated position. "Mr. Lanse, you can take them away at any time."

"The General instructed you that machine gunners need training. It is best to let them familiarize themselves with the feel before actual use."

"You don't have to worry about the ammunition problem, no matter how much you use, it's all on us."

This is the traditional skill of the army. Report a live ammunition target practice once, and thousands of bullets in the warehouse will reasonably disappear.

Lanse didn't refuse either. He didn't return to Admiral Miles's office, but directly called Erwen and Hairam, asking them to come over.

He thought and thought, Hairam definitely had to use a machine gun, otherwise he would mutter in Lanse's ear for a lifetime!

As for the other one, he licked his lips, actually he could too!

Shooting, shooting a pistol, shooting a submachine gun, shooting a rifle, and shooting a machine gun, it is not a change at all.

Just in that short while, the machine gun was like the sickle of the god of death, waving to where, where was harvested in groups!

If that is a person?

Is it an enemy?

He likes this!

Not long after, Erwen and Hairam, and some other people came over, and Lanse had already signed the purchase agreement.

"See those two armored vehicles?", Lanse took them to the parking lot, pointing to the armored vehicles parked there and said.

Hairam brushed his hair. "If you are talking about two armored vehicles that look like they are about to be scrapped, then yes, I see them!"

Lanse raised his foot to kick him, but was dodged by him flexibly. "Don't tell me to let us drive this thing back!"

Lanse glared at him, Erwen walked to the armored vehicle very seriously, took out a handkerchief and wiped some places that were smoked black, revealing the brand new shell inside.

He turned his head and looked at Lanse in surprise. "These look new!"

Lanse nodded slightly. "Make the shell look old, in case the military side is not easy to explain if investigated."

"There are two machine guns inside, let's go to the lake to play for a while later."

Hairam's eyes began to shine. "I haven't fired a machine gun yet, take me one!"

His tone was exceptionally pious and serious. "I must be an excellent machine gunner, sir!"

Lanse laughed and shook his head. "Get on the car."

Soon the two armored vehicles and two cars came to the side of Angel Lake, and there were two soldiers. They taught Lanse and these people how to install the machine gun on the machine gun tower, and how to quickly replace the gun barrel.

These machine guns adopted a quick-change device. After a burst of bullets was fired, use a hammer to aim at a metal piece and hammer it hard, and the gun barrel would be unloaded.

Then put the new gun barrel on, as for the replaced gun barrel, just put it in a wooden

He explained a great deal of content, and after teaching them hand-in-hand, he even let Lanse and the others each fire a belt of ammunition; it sure made Hiram feel great!

"When do we set off?", Hiram could no longer stay calm on the way back.

Originally, he felt that his own submachine gun with the replaced drum magazine was the most satisfying weapon, but now he realized that a machine gun was!

Lanse thought for a while, "Soon."

The armored vehicles were transported back on flatbed trucks and covered with tarpaulins; currently, it is not very suitable for people to discover this.

By the time people discover them, they should already be appearing on the "frontline battlefield."

The intensity of the State Prosecutor's Office and the State Police's encirclement and suppression of the Holy Bell Sect suddenly decreased, which let Joshua breathe a sigh of relief, and those few people who were clamoring to kill Lanse also had no news; he knew then that they must have failed.

Now he is facing a choice.

Whether to first have a few shootouts with Lanse to test Lanse's strength and then make a choice.

Or to directly have Adams contact the people from the Five Great Families to see who is willing to come and mediate.

For the former, he needs to face a certain amount of risk, and the benefit is that if the Lanse family's strength is not that strong, he would not need to pay a huge price to Adams or one of the Five Great Families to resolve this matter.

And the disadvantage is that once the Lanse family's strength is indeed very strong and he cannot handle these people, going to contact Adams then might require paying even more.

These brokers are all hyenas; they raise prices when you need them and take the initiative to lower prices when you don't need them as much.

As for the latter, the benefit of directly contacting Adams to let him work is that it is very stable; the current price must be within a range he can accept, and there are no other risks.

But the disadvantage is that letting him admit defeat without even trying once, the people in the gang will probably have some opinions.

After all, they are not a pure gang; they still carry some elements of faith. As a saint, if he surrenders without even fighting, one can imagine how many more people will leave him later.

A difficult choice.

His trusted subordinate probably saw his current confusion and predicament and provided him with an idea he hadn't thought of.

"Why don't you leave the choice to Lanse?"

"Talk to him, maybe the situation isn't that bad!"

Joshua adopted this suggestion; he got Lanse's number from someone and then dialed it.