Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

If Lao Xia is researching warp drives and gravitational physics, then he might actually be able to create a microgravity chassis for the vehicle. In that case, the entire ship, when in microgravity mode, would be equivalent to just a few Titan vehicles, and the suspension and various armor configurations would be much easier to handle.

However, he was just an agricultural machinery maker, and the materials provided by the stranger were far below the minimum requirements for the chassis of the Star Alliance's super-large agricultural machinery, which prevented Xia Lin from using the existing technology to assemble it.

"Could we use polymers or carbon nanomaterials?" Yike suggested that non-metallic materials could also be considered.

"Yes, but I don't have the production line and technology for high-grade carbon nanomaterials."

"Forget it, let's prepare for the second round of testing, reduce the graviton load by half, and then consider using the suspension system of a normal land-based ship. If that doesn't work... we'll consider using Rembiton's suspension technology."

"They won't sell..."

"Then let's rob, kidnap, or extort, it doesn't matter!" The doctor chose this action, which was likely to provoke international outrage, without hesitation. "As long as we do it cleanly enough, no one will know it was us!"

"No, we could also consider the technology from Syracuse..."

"Syracuse...can they do it?" The stranger hesitated. Everyone trusted Syracuse's expertise in small landships, but they didn't seem to have much of a reputation for large modules.

A few days later, a fire broke out at the Syracuse Ship Design Center, destroying some of the data storage devices. The Syracuse government strongly condemned the incident, believing it to be retaliation by Theresis for their support of Kazdel.

At the same time, Syracuse announced that, for this reason, they would also provide Kazdel with a batch of military technology as a retaliatory measure against Theresis.

"Who did this?" The regent stared coldly at the nobles before him, each casting a suspicious glance at the person next to them.

However, no one admitted to doing it. The Regent had considered that it might be a trick by the Doctor on the other side, but the problem was... his own subordinates were even less trustworthy!

"It's not a bad thing that someone did it, so why are they afraid to admit it?"

"Uh..." A silence fell. Everyone here was an old nobleman. Who the hell didn't know that if they said they wouldn't pursue the matter now, they were just waiting for you to jump out and find an excuse to kill you?

"I promise you, if you admit it, I will absolutely not hold you responsible. What we need now is to deal with this difficult situation. The central province is almost finished."

Although the evil spirit didn't advance, it wasn't that he lacked the ability to break in and hang us; rather, he simply didn't have enough troops.

Therese earnestly advised, "Do you really want to wait until you're hanged from a lamppost before you realize how serious this is?"

"Uh..." There was still no answer. What's the difference between a nobleman's oath and a fart? A fart is just a fart, but a nobleman will selectively bring up an oath again as a bargaining chip.

"Alright, then I'll have to treat you all as accomplices..."

"Your Highness, you cannot..."

"I can!" Through skillful maneuvering and tacit cooperation, the troops under these nobles suffered heavy losses.

Of course, this was all done so so subtly that no one noticed, or those who did notice wisely or were forced to keep quiet.

"It was me," someone in the noble family raised his hand, admitting in the face of the others' threatening "you'll have to admit it or I'll have to" attitude that he had done it. "I did send out assassins, but they didn't give me any response."

"Clang!" A teacup was thrown at the guy's head. "Are you stupid? The Syracuses are loosely organized at the national level, but they are extremely united when it comes to one or two city-states. Even if your small group manages to succeed by chance, they will definitely find out and kill you."

"How can they be sure it was us without concrete information?! I even think your people didn't succeed at all; the Syracuses were just playing along!"

Therese was right. The Syracuses did indeed have concrete intelligence proving that these assassins and saboteurs were their people. They simply didn't have the opportunity to cause trouble before they were secretly captured and, after interrogation, their intelligence was obtained.

The Syracuses were simply going with the flow; wasn't this the perfect excuse to intervene in the war and make a quick buck?

“You owe me a favor, but I haven’t figured out how you’re going to repay it…” the Godfather chuckled. The doctor opposite him smiled too. “Then keep it. It’ll be worth more in the future.”

"The Syracuse is really not very good for large warships. However, it is indeed good in terms of streamlined design..."

The aliens have obtained the design data and some of the technology for Syracuse, and thankfully Terra already has mobile storage devices.

Otherwise, if the production materials printed on paper were at least the size of four or five warehouses, it would be impossible to transport them back across the war zone.

Next, the new Kazdel Marine Power Laboratory began a new round of testing and assembly work, in an environment that is relatively more stable on land than at sea.

Therefore, the testing of the land-going vessel mainly focuses on the chassis. As long as it can withstand the huge weight and the impact of bumps, then half of the problems of the land-going vessel will be solved.

The remaining half is for the power and heat dissipation required to move such a massive creation, since it's impossible to dissipate heat into the seawater on land, and air cooling is extremely inefficient.

As for the power system, transmission is the biggest problem. Once the transmission, heat dissipation and suspension issues are resolved, there is almost nothing difficult to overcome in manufacturing the land-based ship. If we have to point out something, details such as the center of gravity and armor distribution are minor challenges, but they are not that difficult to solve.

In the central province, the fighting has become sporadic. The Doctor has adopted a siege strategy, but Theresis' other troops show no intention of coming to the rescue. Their unwavering stance in the face of friendly forces renders the Doctor's strategy of besieging the city and attacking reinforcements completely ineffective.

With reinforcements cut off, food supplies depleted, and ammunition lacking, the defenders ultimately chose to surrender.

With this, New Kazdel successfully acquired the central province. However, at least two-thirds of the country's land and population remained under Theresis's control.

In the occupied territory, vehicles rumbled over the ruined streets as the mercenaries looted and set fire to the town before their retreat.

Even though the 2nd Guards Division extinguished the fire in time, it still left behind ruins and homeless people.

These numb civilians watched with even more numb and lifeless eyes as yet another army arrived. The gleaming weapons and neat uniforms, or even the military trucks, did not arouse their attention or emotion in the slightest.

Their eyes only flickered when they were notified to collect their ration cards and register; however, very few responded, unaware that this was yet another shameful scam or a new scheme to plunder.

"Relief food delivered!" The truck stopped next to the makeshift field warehouse, and strong Sarkaz men jumped out to help the warehouse managers unload the relief food that had been transported from the northern farms.

These are all old grains taken out from over there. It's not that the doctor is unwilling to provide new or refined grains, but rather that these supplies need to be prioritized for military use. The armored transport trains deter the refugees who have become bandits from looting, so the losses during transportation are still acceptable.

"It's spring now, we must distribute the relief immediately and gather people to start farming, making the restoration of production our top priority..."

Theresis could make a living by exploiting and plundering, but not here. Firstly, these people were already squeezed dry, with hardly any profit left.

Secondly, if we handle production ourselves, our logistics and material supply will be more stable.

Chapter 54 Strategic Contraction

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The civil war in Kazdel stalled after spring, though most nobles believed that people and food grew from the ground or fell from the sky. However, the Regent knew that production and cultivation were necessary.

Moreover, the plantations and towns in the south also needed to restore their own production, and the biggest characteristic of aristocratic wars was that they could not maintain a long-term state of mobilization.

After all, the territory damaged at the front is not their own, but the taxes that cannot be collected due to delayed farming are theirs.

However, the war also had some advantages for the South. They no longer had to spend real money to buy products from the North, but could directly plunder their caravans, provided they could win the war or that there was still trade between the two sides at that time.

This means that Xia Lin's grain dumping offensive has slowed down slightly. However, losing grain dumping does not mean that the South has gained the upper hand. On the contrary, it also means that the Northerners have enough surplus grain to feed more people, and therefore have enough ability to incorporate and integrate the civilians in the occupied areas.

Civil war is like playing Go. Both sides can repeatedly capture each other's pieces to create ko fights, and each occupied area can be relatively easily converted into their own power.

Clearly, the doctor was quite accomplished in chess – each newly established farm and centralized village was a potential eye, which eventually led to the creation of a living team.

In these areas, Theresis could no longer make her own moves and could only watch as these areas became the Doctor's territory.

Besides bringing death, destruction, and ruin, war can also spur economic growth and order. Both sides are procuring supplies and military equipment on a large scale, which greatly boosts the market prosperity of neighboring countries.

With the booming consumer market, the overcapacity manufacturing sector began to flourish again.

However, wars eventually end, and it's hard to say whether neighboring countries will be able to change course after getting used to this bloody situation.

When the time comes, if there's no war to feed them, they'll have no choice but to start their own wars.

Moreover, this lesson from the past has shown the rulers of Terra with some political and military capabilities a universal solution to this seemingly prosperous but actually precarious economic crisis.

At this point, the world war could no longer be changed or avoided. Before the last remaining young population was exhausted and the last bit of loyalty and reverence of the people for the monarchy and tradition was worn away, the war could not be avoided or ended. And on the ruins, a new order without blood nobles and kings would be formed.

Friction between the two sides on the front lines became stagnant and formulaic, with a large amount of manpower and resources being reinvested in farming and restoring production, which is also a characteristic of aristocratic wars.

In fact, the modern army and mobilization system of the full-time soldiers that the Doctor now leads could immediately take the opportunity to attack Theresis, forcing them to abandon farming and resume production.

However, as mentioned earlier, civil war ultimately means that the people of the other side are also your people. Doing so may win the war, but it will lose the hearts and minds of the people in the occupied territories.

Although teenagers often preach about the victor being king and the loser being villain, and that power is everything, the "justice" of an army is actually quite important.

The doctor did not want to lose this sense of justice for the sake of gaining or losing a single city or territory. Otherwise, it would mean gaining territory but losing people. When your army burns down the enemy's village, it not only damages their production and manpower, but also means you gain a lot of enemies and hatred.

This hatred can easily escalate into a widespread guerrilla movement if provoked even slightly. If you continue to use similar methods, the hatred will not only deepen indefinitely, but you will also be drawn into the quagmire of counterinsurgency.

Moreover, for a modern professional army, it would quickly lose all morale and fighting will, turning into an organized bandit group.

Bandits cannot fight regular armies, and an army bound by money and plunder cannot fight an army bound by discipline and ideals.

Moreover, by that time, the only thing that could maintain the loyalty of the army was money and material desires, which was practically opening the door for warlord separatism.

Therefore, the doctor also called off military operations and began to rebuild people's lives. War is not a continuous process, but a discontinuous one, just like fighting. After the fist is thrown out, it needs to be pulled back. It cycles between attacking the enemy, defending against counterattacks, retreating to prepare, and continuing to attack.

It's like an incredibly grand turn-based game; bringing the enemy into your turn is the only way to win the war.

Once the rhythm is disrupted, being forced to defend when it's time to attack, and having to attack or defend when it's time to prepare, will result in a loss of complete control over the battlefield.

However, both the Doctor and the Regent were experts in this field. The Doctor was indeed the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel. However, the Regent, who had fought him on the battlefield for several years, was no pushover either.

This civil war in Kazdel was destined to be a high-stakes affair from the very beginning, so much so that various countries sent numerous battlefield observation teams. Naturally, they drew a variety of conclusions, which were largely mutually exclusive.

In spring, Kazdel was stingy with its light rain. The raindrops were like soft clumps of spider silk, silvery and without any impact, yet they could gradually dampen clothes, only to evaporate in an instant by the spring sun, as if they had never been there at all.

Witt bent down and dipped his fingers into the roadside ditch, feeling the slightly warm water. He then stood up and flicked the water droplets off his fingertips.

The ditches are like marks left by a giant wielding a sharp blade on the earth, dividing the barren gray desert in two: one side is arid and desolate land, and the other side is a verdant field. The metal wire fences and stone breastworks divide the world into two distinct parts.

"My lord?" The attendant approached, puzzled as to why the Minister of Finance of Ursus would be lingering here, even delaying the arrival of the observation mission to the Republic of New Kazdel.

Who do you think will win this war?

“Well… the Regent has the support of the nobles and controls most of Kazdel’s lands. However, the Republic has economic and technological advantages, and that evil spirit is also with them, so it’s a bit difficult to judge.” The attendant frowned and thought for a long time, but only received a light laugh from the Minister of Finance.

"There was no suspense in this war; the North won..."

"But they are short-handed, and most countries don't support them. If the Regent launches a large-scale counterattack in the summer..."

“What I mean is, they have already won, not that they will win…” Witt’s meaning was simple: to reach a consensus with his entourage and the bureaucrats representing the various levels of nobles in Ursus right here on the roadside, “Ursus has never sided with the losers, never in the past, never in the future, and never now. Do you understand what we mean?”

"But, sir, this is completely..."

"I remember your grandfather once cleared land in southern Ursus?"

"Uh..." Secretly cultivating land without the emperor's knowledge, and withholding all the people and taxes from it—this is something that all Ursus Army units, including the well-meaning Hrag, do. However, no one will openly admit it because it's truly illegal and unreasonable.

"I don't want to hold you accountable; that's a military issue. I just want to know why? Why would your grandfather do such a thing? Besides the family needing more revenue and not wanting to bear more taxes, were there any other reasons?"

"This..." Of course there is. With the meager military pay that is skimmed off by the military at every level, how can you possibly support an army?

Without self-reliance, how could they support a legion far exceeding the military's authorized size? It must be said that the Ursus warlords were a truly peculiar breed in the world of warlordism.

Although they were exploited by soldiers, at least they didn't receive salaries without working. They knew perfectly well that the reason the emperor and the noble senators hadn't killed their entire families was because they controlled these troops who were paid by the general and were loyal only to the general and his family.

Moreover, the dilapidated environment of Ursus, with its rampant looting, arson, and extortion, couldn't possibly support an army, let alone sustain a lavish lifestyle.

Disarmament is impossible, it will never happen, so the only way to maintain a semblance of life is through plundering other countries.

Since we're going to rob someone, we can't have a bunch of starving weaklings. Only those like Hrag, who uphold their military duties, are the kind of people who act like that.

However, it seems that Hrag is now also involved in smuggling and is making a fortune, so things have entered a vicious cycle.

"Look, your reasons and causes are the reason why I am certain that the North has won. You and your grandfather have reclaimed wasteland, so let me ask you directly: how many people are needed for such a large area of ​​land?"