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"I won't ask you how many legionary soldiers they can support; you know the answer yourselves. If they don't win, how can they still be regents?"

Don't really think that Ursus is completely clueless about economics and is some kind of stupid bear. Their economic level is low because developing an economy there is a nightmare. Anyone would be unable to do anything or develop an economy for six months of the year.

However, it is precisely because the Ursus people are so crude that they also see things so incisively, provided you don't try to get them to solve the problems—it's almost a joke.

If you ask an Ursusian to inspect a house, they can always tell you the location of the load-bearing walls, the center of gravity, what's wrong with it, and what's quirky or unconventional.

But if you ask them to renovate a house, they'll tell you, "A hammer is a really useful tool!"

It means that you can let them watch, but the moment they get their hands on you, they'll grab a hammer and start smashing whatever's wrong with you.

Thus, the Ursus observer group quickly reached similar conclusions based on their own internal answers and reached a consensus, just as Witt had said: Ursus never stands on the side of the losers.

In contrast, the Victorian observation group had a different view. They did not visit the fields, or even if they did, they did not find them any different from the Victorian countryside. They even felt that the other side did not have a single pasture and the horses were kept in enclosures, so how could they possibly have good warhorses and train excellent riders?

Moreover, the locals' entertainment consisted of sitting and watching television, and occasionally you would see a few people reading primers for literacy. However, it was rare to see anyone playing ball, practicing martial arts, or anything like that.

"You country bumpkins with no fighting spirit whatsoever!" Sir Hamilton looked at the country bumpkins working in the fields with disdain.

“Give me a cavalry squad, and I can chase at least two thousand of these country bumpkins around…” one of the noblemen accompanying the group said with a grin.

"If it were me, I could at least chase after three thousand people..."

"Ahem, gentlemen, as guests, it's inappropriate to speak so frankly about our hosts. Besides, their performance on the battlefield wasn't bad at all..."

Although he didn't see any threat from this army of country bumpkins, the facts of the war showed that times had changed. Country bumpkins armed with advanced technology could also fight knights head-on, which was something Victoria had been trying to achieve.

Moreover, as a knight, he could not comment here that the other side had won the war entirely through technology, because the Victoria Fleet's motto was to win through technology.

The fleet has clashed countless times with those who firmly believe that technology will change the battlefield. Victoria needs to invest a large amount of military spending in the research and development of new warships and new artillery, rather than in the brute force of the old army.

Moreover, the people in the fleet are also nobles, newly nobles. If he says the wrong thing here, he might be impeached by those guys when he gets back. A knight who is experienced in officialdom would not make such a low-level mistake.

As for the attendants, they were just some young people who spoke without thinking. Shouldn't young people be forgiven for making mistakes?

"Moreover, in a fleet, in addition to the bravery of the soldiers, the effectiveness of the ship's guns and engines also determines the outcome. They have powerful guns and new ship-to-ground attack methods, so it is not surprising that they won."

The Victorian observation team came with a purpose: the Rhodes Island's performance as a land-based aircraft carrier on the battlefield had attracted the attention of the Victorian fleet.

Although the overall theme of the Terra fleet battle was still giant ships and cannons, everyone had to admit one fact:

The towering land-based ships have a real hard time dealing with the boarding attacks of densely packed small armored and infantry units.

They lack means of killing infantry and low-angle ambushers, and installing a large number of light, high-elevation-angle rapid-fire guns would take up a lot of tonnage, putting them at a disadvantage in artillery battles.

If transport ships were converted into such "aircraft carriers" and equipped with sorcerers using the same specialized drones, it would be entirely feasible to eliminate enemy accompanying infantry and light armored units, protecting the fleet from infantry damage.

Some young officers, who believed in the ultimate victory of warship battles, even proclaimed that there was no need for army infantry at all. They argued that with such aircraft carriers attached, the fleet could capture positions, eliminate the remaining enemy forces, and even protect the warlocks more safely within heavily armored fortresses.

However, Sir Hamilton knew that this was just an excuse to poach people and resources. The implication was that the war sorcerers and most of the funding would be allocated to the fleet, while the Royal Guard would only need some cannon fodder and big, burly men.

"A peasant is a peasant!" Compared to the Victoria delegation, the Great Yan observation group appeared much more arrogant.

In fact, according to the tradition of the Great Yan Dynasty, no delegation would be sent. However, Old Wei couldn't help but tell the emperor that if the neighboring country grew stronger, he really couldn't continue being the border governor.

Therefore, in order to appease this royal uncle who did indeed feel threatened, the Great Yan reluctantly sent out an observation team.

However, these selected scholars and officials clearly could not stand the barbaric customs here, and the long lines of refugees queuing up in the streets to register and receive relief also struck him as very jarring.

There are no babbling brooks or winding alleyways with black tiles and white walls here. What's most frustrating is that there's not even a hint of romance or charm [not in that sense]. All you see are buildings and fields so orderly that it gives you a sense of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Furthermore, there were refugees everywhere, showing no intention of avoiding foreign observer groups or dignitaries.

Because these people are all registering and preparing for their relocation, the grassroots staff are so busy they're practically bursting with energy; they don't have time for any superficial projects.

The KPI targets imposed by the three giants—the PhD, PRST, and Lao Xia's corporate task allocation center—were overwhelming everyone.

Because these metrics are all real and feasible, if you can't achieve them, either you're bad at the game or you're just slacking off.

The consequences of either option will be reflected in salary assessments. In this era of global employment crisis, losing a job is no different from losing your life.

As for vanity projects, Talulah, who was in charge of the propaganda department, didn't say anything, Snowcrest, who was in charge of financial allocation, didn't give any money, Frostnova, who was in charge of the internal affairs department, didn't make a move, and Mephisto, the singer in the corporate labor protection department, didn't even issue a stick to drive people away—let those foreigners do whatever they want, who the hell cares!

Moreover, the scenes these foreigners saw differed depending on their respective purposes, attitudes, and decisions.

The Ursus saw the potential military force covering the mountains and plains. No one understood better than the impoverished Ursus that these equally poor men, who were also on welfare, could become a formidable force once trained—they had nothing to lose but their lives, and were therefore naturally fearless in the face of death.

The Victorians were amazed by the advanced technology here, which was able to support so many useless commoners and maintain their lives and gentlemanly dignity, and they thought it would be good to introduce their technology.

Of course, when they use it, they need to "structure and streamline" these useless labor forces.

As a major agricultural nation, the Qasimirans are concerned about the impact they will suffer once the war ends and such a massive influx of grain into the international market. They are considering whether to establish a state-owned grain reserve bank to cope with the impact of future food price wars.

Rembitox is considering whether to buy cheap food from here. Sanctions are sanctions, and trade is trade. Whose money isn't money?

They firmly believe the Kazdel people will also make a rational choice. [Same strategy as Australia: I want to sanction you, but I still need to do business and make a living...]

Iberia did send people, but they came to contact Skadi and Old Xia separately; they wanted to bring in military equipment from here.

In particular, Iberia could not withstand the heat-melting weapons of the Haisi, and the price was that it gave Kazdel some Agorian technology.

They also handed over a secret letter from a mysterious Agorian codenamed "Swordfish Captain" who wished to remain anonymous, along with some of his cooperation requests. The letter specifically requested the technology and production line for the synthetic carbon nanomaterials used in Lao Xia's water storage tank, and the price offered by the Agorians was quite generous.

The Agors dislike technical assistance, owing others anything, and interacting with people on land. Even after so many years, these "sky people" who used to live in the orbital ring still do not consider people on land as their own.

However, as "celestial beings," they had to admit that some of Xia's technologies were indeed significantly superior to theirs, which is why they came up with this exchange bill. Simply put, the Agorians exchanged a new high-pressure material production line and a complete set of technologies for a carbon nanomaterial production line and a complete set of technologies.

Given the difference in value between the two, they also agreed to provide assistance to Lao Xia's 10 Agor technicians and a small deep-sea hunter team, since they were no longer of any use to him anyway.

If we consider Iberia's technological system and the costly trade, Old Xia might have been able to build a proper surface warship fleet before the land fleet. Unfortunately... North Kazdel isn't a coastal city—

The remaining Letanians looked worried. The stronger the enemy became, the greater the pressure on them. They seemed to be trying to form alliances within the observation group, trying to get everyone to support both sides instead of just one of Kazdel's factions. This way, they could ensure that the fighting continued, which would be in line with Letanian's national security.

No one from Lateran came; they couldn't contradict themselves. Syracuse, on the other hand, seemed to be there as a tourist, just to see if the military equipment they had traded out might have some other ingenious uses they didn't know about.

The final Great Yan observation group, or delegation, seemed to be walking in the sky. They had no desires, and naturally, being without desires makes one invincible. They were not there to promote cooperation or gather intelligence; they seemed more like there to sabotage things.

Within a few days, numerous unpleasant incidents occurred with the grassroots cadres of the Integration Movement, including but not limited to demanding that those grassroots cadres carry their bags and luggage, arbitrarily conscripting local people as laborers without paying them wages, and doing everything that could and could not be done except for the restraint of a major power that prevented them from robbing.

Chapter Fifty-Five: His Foolishness Is Beyond Compare

Chapter 55

“I don’t care who you are, I don’t even care who you represent in the Great Yan. Your bloodline, background, and the knowledge you’re so proud of are worthless to me. But on my turf, you have to abide by our rules. If there’s a next time, you will all be expelled.”

Talulah tried her best to make her tone harsh and sharp. However, the official in front of her seemed unmoved, his expression indifferent, his demeanor perfunctory and arrogant, as if he thought it was making a mountain out of a molehill.

"It's just conscripting a few laborers. Besides, since you've assigned them to serve us, this is what they're supposed to do," the other party continued to argue vehemently.

"This includes harassing respectable women and attempted rape. To be honest, if you weren't a foreign observer group, according to our laws, some of you would be hanging from a lamppost right now, and my men would be cleaning up your messes."

Talulah frowned. These people from Yan were simply suffocating. They seemed to have no mission at all, or rather, their mission was to embarrass their emperor and country and ruin everything that was worthwhile.

"It's nothing more than a few romantic escapades, and besides, that seductive and alluring woman isn't from a respectable family." The envoy said with a matter-of-fact expression, completely ignoring Talulah's words.

“Ugh…” Talulah took a deep breath. These guys gave her an even more disgusting feeling than those nobles. At least the nobles knew they had to be responsible for their territory and their lord. After all, if the lord was gone, they would be gone too. But these officials of the Great Yan…

They acted as if they were completely unconcerned that their actions would bring a great enemy to their country.

"You better manage your men, otherwise I'll have to send someone else to manage them for you..."

"Hmph!" The other party, still looking insulted, turned and left. "Go ahead!" As soon as he returned to his camp, he began to grumble, "A bunch of barbarians, they don't understand any manners or hierarchy. They actually dared to criticize me for the sake of a bunch of lowly peasants. It's a disgrace!"

“My lord, don’t get angry with these barbarians. No matter what they say, we’ll just disagree,” the attendant said with a grin. “How can we, as gentlemen, associate with these barbarian warriors? They’re all so rude and lack any manners. They’re nothing but nouveau riche, not even close to being Victorian gentlemen.”

"It's an age-old practice for strong women to work in the fields. However, to have women showing their faces in public and selling drinks on the streets is simply..."

They then began to comment on the female workers and vendors that could be seen everywhere on the streets of Kazdel. For New Kazdel, which had a small population, providing employment for women was a basic national policy, otherwise there simply wouldn't be enough manpower.

"Alright, watch your words. After all, we're on someone else's turf. Nobody wants to be kicked out and lose face, right?"

The deputy envoy finally showed some rationality. As a military officer, he knew clearly that the fighting power of these Kazdel people was extraordinary. If things really got out of hand, the guards he and his men brought would not be enough to get them out alive.

The fact that the other party hasn't turned hostile yet, but has only called them over and reprimanded them, is already out of consideration for the observer groups and diplomatic missions from other countries, and they don't want to make a big fuss.

After all, it would be a loss of face for them as well. If they followed the actions of these civil officials, they would be targeted by spies sooner or later.

Before coming, he had done some research instead of just being inspired to write poetry about the wilderness and Lungmen. Half of these Sarkaz people were bandits, mercenaries, or even more vicious people in the past. The saying "bad people come from bad places" is just a statement here.

Don't be fooled by their seemingly harmless appearance now. It's because these locals organized the Sarkaz people. As a pragmatic man who has seen the world and actually dealt with border bandits, he knows very well that these people have nothing left but dignity—if things really get out of hand, they are absolutely capable of beheading your delegation.

However, his colleagues...

"How dare a bunch of uncouth brutes do this? Aren't they afraid of what the world will say?"

"This is not the Great Yan!" The deputy envoy reiterated, suppressing his anger at the veiled insult, "Here, they are the ones who gossip. They are not afraid of anyone in the world, because in their eyes, there is no one in the world!"

To these scholar-officials, only the gentry and those who read the classics were considered human. But according to the deputy envoy's observation, Kazdel had no such people at all, and they didn't even intend to keep two of them. Naturally, in their eyes, there was no one else in the world!

"Since they are just a bunch of barbaric warriors, why would they care about scholars, public opinion, or the people of the world!"

Having said that much, the civil officials reluctantly calmed down. They weren't fools; they were just blinded by pride and arrogance. Once their anger subsided a little, they had to admit that there was some truth to what they said.

However, they remained unconvinced, not believing that given the status and strength of the Great Yan, these barbarians would risk war with the Great Yan by causing trouble at such a time.

"Alas, Your Majesty, I have done my best!" The military officer finally let out a long sigh. In the Great Yan Dynasty, there was a special term to describe the loyalty and ability of a pragmatist and royalist like him—"devotion."

Those purists went to great lengths to portray this so-called "offering" as a shameless act, a lackey pandering to superiors, and something that scholars despised.

So how can one avoid offering sacrifices? Do not support imperial power, but challenge the emperor to gain a clean reputation; do not compete with the people for profit, but stand with the local virtuous and learned people.

The emperor had already done the best he could by placing this sycophant, who had offered his services, into the mission as a deputy envoy, hoping to gain some influence outside of the Great Yan. He even had to agree to the composition of the personnel proposed by the cabinet, such as the group of young noblemen in the mission.

However, these people ultimately tended to completely mess up the whole thing, and even risk their lives.

Kazdel is not the Eastern Kingdom, nor is it one of those vassal states. It cannot be settled by angelic decrees, nor can it be rightfully sent to send heavenly troops to punish it. Moreover, how could the cabinet ministers possibly want the emperor to regain control of the war effort?

Their idea was probably to dissuade people from going to war, prevent the rise of military men, implement the national policy of "promoting culture and eliminating military force," and ensure that the scholar-officials would not be threatened by military men.

On the one hand, they incited border residents and border generals to provoke and plunder, as if this would punish Kazdel.

But what if they really launch a large-scale invasion? That would mean the soldiers are reckless and the people are disloyal, which would be the emperor's responsibility. He would then be ordered to send troops to stop them. If they really can't win, then they would have to pay tribute and cede territory. In any case, all the border areas except for Longmen can be abandoned.

You see, he had only been in the mission for a few days, but he had already figured out the people's intentions. They were not there to do anything; they were there to stop others from doing anything, to stop the rise of imperial power, to stop the military from being regained, and to stop anything that might interfere with the status and voice of these intellectuals.

So, were these clever civil servants, who rose through the ranks from the countryside, fools? Didn't they know the consequences of their actions?

They knew it, but they were going to do it anyway. If Kazdel beheaded them, all the better, then the emperor would never be able to reach any agreements with this neighboring country or gain its favor or help.

Their enemy wasn't in Kazdel, but in the court, and it was far too difficult for a lowly military officer like himself to stop these clever men from making foolish mistakes!

Meanwhile, in the Doctor's office, "Bear with them for a few days, then go find Yelena, Frostnova, she'll know what to do."

"But if that's the case, then the Great Yan..."

“The situation in the Great Yan is different from that in other countries. Their emperor and the common people share the same enemy, but this time it is the enemy of the Great Yan who has come, not its subordinates or friends. Therefore, he can only grieve while cultivating virtue to win over distant people.”