Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

Instead, they were trapped with a bunch of shares, so small and medium-sized enterprises went bankrupt at high speed, while the only large enterprises had not even monopolized the market for a year. Not only did the One Star Wars enter the most brutal strangulation phase, but AI also discovered that these executives did not need to be paid dividends and were instead ousted.

Therefore, most Star Alliance companies that exceed a certain size are now state-owned or collectively owned enterprises, with very few private companies, because...

You really can't beat them, not to mention the reputation premium built up over a century. As long as they don't make a fatal mistake, you have no chance.

Green Shipyard Phase II

Today, the green-skinned shipyard is experiencing a series of accidents.

Here are some photos of the accident:

In short, the moment it opened fire, it was severely damaged, overturned, and sank in one swift motion.

The cause of the accident: I installed the missile backwards. I spent half a day studying the missile settings and installation, only to find that the missile was installed backwards, backwards... (echo)

(First Mate: I suggest we equip the missile with a water-entry torpedo engine, turning it into an anti-submarine missile. That way, even if it's installed backwards, we can still use it as an anti-submarine frigate to launch missiles from the bottom of the ship to attack targets...)

[It can indeed be used to make anti-submarine missiles or rocket-assisted torpedoes.]

Thus, we deeply mourn the death of the green-skinned frigate, the First Ship.

Then the second ship inexplicably capsized in the harbor and violently rammed the port area. The cause was investigated as follows:

1. The propellers are rotating in the same direction. I couldn't figure out how to make coaxial reverse propellers. It's too complicated. I even spent an afternoon studying the gearbox, crankshaft, and gearbox and still couldn't find a way to modify the pre-engine power assembly so that it could still be used.

2. There is a problem with the center of gravity and buoyancy. It's fine when there is no wind or waves, but it capsizes with the slightest wind or waves, and it feels a bit suffocating. I tried adjusting it with lead weights for an hour, but to no avail.

3. The waves at the bow of the boat are severe.

Due to the deep-seated problems, we could only bid farewell to the second ship with heavy hearts and begin laying the keel for the third ship.

This time it maintained its balance and didn't capsize. However, it had a lot of draft and would capsize if it turned even slightly. Fortunately, it was able to regain its balance, thanks to the water pump.

Then, the instant I started the engine, I saw a ship flying in the sky.

First Mate: Captain, we're flying! Me: Stop! The bow is tilting up ninety degrees, we're about to capsize... *glug glug*

事故排查，试问一下，两台占了全船接近9成重量的36000马力的发动机塞在一艘83X11X9的护卫舰上是什么感觉？飞一般的感觉。

The frigate successfully started moving at 20% power, but then it was discovered that there was wave resistance and hydrodynamic resistance. It would have been better if it hadn't started moving, because once it started, the whole ship was bobbing up and down, just like an icebreaker.

The electromagnetic railgun is completely unable to fire, and the reason why remains unclear.

After testing, all three types of missiles were successfully launched: the close-range interceptor missile at the stern, the medium- and long-range interceptor missile launched vertically from the midships, and the 20-cell anti-ship missile at the bow.

The fact that three copies of the Green-skinned No. 3 ship were made for testing also served to test the ship's defensive capabilities.

After testing, I decided to hang the French flag on it.

Its stern protection is astonishing; it survived seven anti-ship missiles fired in sea-skimming mode. [Sea-skimming mode is essentially a ricochet pattern; besides that, there are also dome-shaped and shoulder-to-shoulder firing modes...]

Its side armor is generally weak, and it is difficult for ordinary missiles to penetrate it, but it is destroyed by a single anti-ship missile.

From the front, they were all gone in one shot, probably because I put the control unit in the front...

In summary, today we tested the simplest manual fire control system and missile system. In addition to the numerous failures in friend-or-foe identification and obstacle avoidance, half of the vertically launched missiles turned around and hit their own face, which made me have to add safety precautions to them.

Even so, it was a devastating blow to my poorly armored frigate, as if it were a pure iron rod.

Chapter Eighty-Six: Special Profit!

Chapter 86

Throughout the winter, the south seemed to be soaked in blood and fire. The constant peasant uprisings and riots almost brought Theresis's rule into chaos, with only a very few core areas able to maintain stability.

However, they were also teetering on the brink of collapse under the onslaught of refugees and fleeing soldiers, and it seemed that even if the doctor's side did not attack, they would not survive for long.

Most importantly, Theresis deployed most of his troops around the fortresses, while the second and third-line troops, when deployed elsewhere, could not suppress the rebellions as quickly as they could create them. It was as if putting out one fire only caused another to break out.

"Your Highness, this can't go on!" The nobles were at their wits' end; they had to spend money recklessly at the front just to keep morale up.

However, production in the rear was severely damaged. On one hand, they were being pressured to pay for supplies, and on the other hand, they were being plundered and destroyed on a large scale. They could no longer withstand this double attack.

“I have no choice. Without money and supplies, do you believe that the people on the front lines will rebel on the spot? At least for now, those mobs only dare to attack small towns and villages. Just close the gates and let them fend for themselves.” Theresis gave what was actually the most reliable advice at the moment.

To solve this problem, whether it's an elite, determined, and disciplined army or simply letting these people bleed themselves dry to give their subordinates a way to survive, it's an unacceptable loss for them. So, it's better to cut their losses in time. Once the people in the wild have looted everything they can, and then they've been battered and bruised at the foot of the fortified city, they'll start attacking each other and fighting for the pitiful survival supplies.

During the late spring cold snap, a large number of deaths will soon occur. Once the death toll reaches a certain level, some money and grain can be used for pacification and disaster relief, and some order can be restored quickly.

"But what about our manors!" It's easy to hide in the city, but the manors, ranches, and farms outside the city are just waiting to be plundered. For most landed nobles, the manor economy is their main source of income, while those industrial and commercial nobles also need the mines and forests outside the city to provide the necessary raw materials and workers.

“I can’t possibly divert the northern defense forces, can I? You know, if the Yankees attack, we’re doomed.”

“A small number of troops should be fine…” The nobles whispered among themselves for a while, and finally someone boldly probed, “We just need to do some deception, for example, have a group of people repeatedly change flags and clothing to come and go, and then we can withdraw a portion of the troops.”

To be honest, it was a reasonable suggestion and idea, but Therese knew that the Yankees could do this on the front lines, but it was absolutely not allowed here.

Every nobleman wanted to save his own family's property first. Once this was started, they would say they were sending out a small force. In reality, these well-connected individuals would drain the frontline defenses within days.

They all hoped others would take the fall, thinking it wouldn't matter if they only took a small portion of the burden, since there were others there anyway. As long as their own estate could be saved, they didn't care about anything else. As for how many people would be left on the front lines if everyone did this, it's hard to say.

Not to mention that these misers Therese knew perfectly well that if the northern nobles, due to their fierce nature and frequent infighting, still understood the importance of the army and would try their best to maintain its expenditures and combat effectiveness even if it meant extorting money from their subordinates, then these southerners, who had long enjoyed a peaceful and safe environment, were a completely different story.

Without a doubt, they would never pay these soldiers any bounties or military pay. That was a matter for the Theresis government, and had nothing to do with these people.

However, he also felt that by paying taxes, he could treat these soldiers, who were not much higher than "commoners," like slaves or cattle.

At that time, the last Northern Legion that Theresis could still maintain would be completely destroyed. And with this legion collapsing, would they rely on these guys who couldn't even defeat a mob to deal with the Doctor's army? Everyone knows that the other side hasn't attacked yet; they just don't have enough troops to occupy the territory.

That's right, it wasn't that there weren't enough troops for offensive operations, but rather that there weren't enough troops to maintain the occupation. That's why the doctor stopped and began rotating, reorganizing, and expanding the troops, increasing the original four divisions to the current sixteen divisions, including fifteen regular divisions and one mountain division.

The ratio of new recruits to veterans reached 3:1, and they underwent repeated training and reorganization, constantly adjusting their organization to be divided into three types: armored divisions, light infantry divisions, and mechanized infantry divisions, which are more characteristic of the early people. At the same time, the little witches of the aviation magician group are also expanding their organization.

There were a multitude of tasks and complexities, including internal political and economic restructuring, financial separation from the Xia Group, independent accounting, agreement on debt ratios and repayment methods, and promoting the circulation of the local currency.

It can be said that all institutions in New Kazdel, including the Central Computing Command, are operating at full capacity, consuming an astronomical amount of cloned pig brains every day.

The load-bearing capacity of wet components is very low. As a complete system, the human body or biological organisms can correct their errors and operate for a long time in environments that exceed the tolerance of most precision machinery. However, a single wet component is far more fragile than an electromechanical device.

Just like how CPUs and graphics cards can operate continuously for several hours in temperatures above 60 degrees Celsius, while humans would probably die from heatstroke or dehydration in about half an hour. If you replace humans with human brains, their lifespan would be even shorter.

The overloaded wet-component computing array is somewhat reminiscent of a vacuum tube computer. On average, a rack of brain chips needs to be replaced every hour. These brain chips, made from cloned pig brains, are consumed rapidly to support the computing power needs of Rhode Island AI and a large number of mechanical cars that serve as her eyes.

"It seems we need to find a way out." Theresis shook her head almost imperceptibly as she looked at the nobles whose eyes gleamed as if they had found a perfect solution.

It seems he has no choice but to flee to Rembiton and establish a government-in-exile; after all, this isn't the first time he's done something like this.

However, since it is no longer possible to stop these people from creating holes in the remaining dikes with words and the little authority left, it is better to prepare a small number of reliable elites for exile in advance.

Of course, there are also the various valuables, intelligence, and resources amassed over the past few days, which can be used as bargaining chips to exchange for the Doctor showing leniency to a certain extent.

Both sides are qualified chess players, and they would not give up a great opportunity to capture a piece for the sake of a little bit of pride, much less refuse such a deal.

However, completely unaware that Doctor and Old Xia were both inclined to rationality, but that they had W, a pure fan of entertainment, under their command, Theresis judged that the Yankees would absolutely not refuse the deal and that the probability of her own survival was very high.

To be honest, his judgment was largely correct. Although Talulah was emotional, she was an idealist. She would not do anything that went against her morals and ideals. Although some things could not be done in an ideal way due to the helplessness of reality, she would at least not actively promote or do such things herself.

Big Daddy had done a lot of dirty work in Ursus and knew that many things had both a light and a dark side. As for White Rabbit, he wouldn't have any conflicts with Old Xia.

The rest are either naive and innocent, cunning and calculating, or simply people of high moral character. Honestly, it's a miracle that this group of people hasn't started fighting yet.

However, what Therese never expected was that among this group of people, there was a pure fun-seeker—W, a Therese pusher whose sole purpose was to make Therese uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, in Kazdel, a refugee camp, expensive furniture burned brightly in the campfire, providing a little warmth to the pale-faced people around them. Most of the refugees wrapped various robbed or scavenged clothes haphazardly around their bodies, as if this could reduce the loss of some heat.

A half-broken iron pot was simmering some kind of gruel, emitting a nauseating, fishy stench. Even so, the refugees stared greedily at the pot and the two people beside it. At that moment, a mouthful of hot food represented the dividing line between life and death.

"One bowl per person, don't eat too much, or you'll get diarrhea. I know you're not afraid of being poisoned, but diarrhea in this weather..." is tantamount to death, and it will also cause a large-scale plague that will kill everyone.

Whether it was the other person's words that had an effect, or simply the intimidating presence of his worn yet clean armor and the weapons at hand, the refugees managed to maintain a semblance of order as they accepted the thick porridge scooped from the broken pot.

A porridge made from a few wild grasses, tree roots, and a little bit of rotten grains and grass seeds can barely provide a tiny bit of heat. It is bitter and fishy, ​​like facing a farmhouse pond covered with green duckweed in the height of summer. It is as if a strong green force rushes into the body through the nasal cavity, carrying a terrible bitter and fishy smell.

"Why...why would their lord do this?" The golden-haired knight couldn't understand what was happening before her eyes. Having traveled all the way from Kazimierz, she thought she had seen a lot of things: domineering nobles and knights in the countryside, and merchants who used money as a weapon to plunder and seize.

Some could be defeated by the lances in their hands, while others could be negotiated by the reputation of the wandering knights and the prestige of their Lin Guang family, thus resolving the conflict in secret.

However, what remains more often is the helplessness of being powerless. When the halo formed by the power that was always thought to complement glory fades away, all that remains is the chivalrous spirit that was once taken for granted as being linked to power and glory, but is in fact pale and powerless.

The virtues and spirit of a knight have nothing to do with his family, bloodline, power, or honor, and all of these are merely pale or even more powerless things. She can kill those fallen knights, eliminate those tyrannical tax collectors, and once thought that her uncle was exaggerating. With power, she could continue to create an ideal world.

However, she soon discovered how weak and powerless this was; the family's prestige could make those nobles bow their heads and listen to her.

However, they would break their promise in the end, and their lances could kill tax collectors and corrupt officials.

However, this will only bring more severe retaliation to the victim—the power can only protect herself, but cannot extend to anyone else.

Upon entering Kazdel, she discovered that power was no longer sufficient to protect herself or even to maintain appearances. In terms of power, the refugees who had successfully breached the city and decisively defeated the army also possessed power, but their reckless use of power had not changed anything, nor had it changed them, and they were not even able to protect themselves.

"This is a complicated issue because their lord has never cared about them at all. It's that simple. Everything exists based on 'human beings.' However, if they are not treated as human beings, then everything is irrelevant to them," the ranger knight said.

"So, before, you asked me why the Northerners could still maintain order after hanging all the lords and knights, and how they could survive without knights negotiating with merchants, nobles leading the people, and knights protecting them. Now you see the answer."

“Uh…” Lin Guang looked at the numb and fearful refugees, as if she knew something, yet also as if she understood nothing at all.

"It is the knights who need the villages and farmers, not the farmers and villages who need the knights, because in the past, they could only choose some people to become knights, not the other way around." The knight tried to make his niece understand the reasoning behind this.

"So, North Kazdel isn't without knights and nobles; in fact, they are, hidden in the corners of your sight, in every place you take for granted..."

"They have no knightly strength, no magnificent armor, no manor, no servants, but now, do you still think these are the things a knight must have?"

"No," Lin Guang shook her head. Along the way, she discovered that all the components she had previously thought were necessary were not necessary, and their role was far smaller than she had imagined.

"It's not that they lack knights, but that each of them is their own knight. If you measure them by the purest essence of chivalry, stripped of all pretense and embellishment, you'll find that most of the people you see can be called knights, and even each one can be described as possessing 'noble spirit,' only they lack noble status, power, territory, and magnificent clothing..."

"So, what kind of knight are you going to be?" the ranger laughed. "It was when I was wandering around that I discovered I was actually the latter kind of knight. The prestige of the Nearl family is often useless, and even my power only leaves me with more helplessness. In my adventures and journeys, I realized that none of those things could support me to complete my journey. Only the deepest part of my heart could."

"Of course, you can call it true chivalry or whatever, it doesn't matter, because everyone has this kind of thing. The difference is just how to bring it out. You can call it whatever you want. It's something that has been artificially packaged with all sorts of fancy shells, making people think that the shell is the real thing, dividing it into different camps, and then a bunch of empty puppets and costumes attacking each other because they are not authentic."

It's precisely because it's this ridiculous that the wandering knight chooses not to be a knight. After all, he has already obtained the true essence of a knight, so the fancy outer shell doesn't matter much.

“There’s no point in going any further, Margaret. I’m going to ask you a crucial question now. You have two paths. First, return to your hometown. The Lightbringer family has admitted defeat, but they won’t wipe you out. You can still live a low-key life in the family manor, and you might even regain your knighthood.”

"I choose the second path..."

"You're not even going to listen to what's on the screen?"

"No matter what, it's better than a puppet or doll called Miss Linguang wrapped in a gorgeous silk dress, even if that puppet has a gold tag with the word 'knight' on it!"

Lin Guang blurted out such a long string of words in one breath, and the language was extremely vulgar and crude. It was hard to tell that he was the once radiant and courteous Knight of Light.

"Alright, the second option is to stay here. Either you find a leader worth following, or you become a leader yourself. This is your Grand Knight Territory, and they are your first subjects, just different from the noble territories of the past."

"how about you?"