That night, Gastenth and Gulakos called all the workers to the factory's finished product warehouse, which was a huge empty room with several repaired steam engines in the corner, which was very suitable for meetings. Because the total number of workers in the factory was not large, after Gastenth reorganized the factory's union, all matters related to the interests of the workers would be announced directly in front of all workers to increase policy transparency.

"Dear workers, comrades," Gastenth was already familiar with the crates. For these workers, their reason is very simple. If you treat them well, they will not treat you badly. If you don't lie to them, they will generally not make any bad things secretly.

"Maybe you have heard that Ankenrien's troops are in bad condition on the front line. We plan to make a second line of defense on the border between the Principality of Tulucas and the Republic of Neglu. Soon there will be many troops stationed nearby and preparing. You have recently come to the city and you should also know that the food in the city has been gone long ago. Those capable capitalists have run away long ago, and the rest are all our sufferings. I am not lying to you. Now our logistics pressure is also great. The combat readiness army can only protect the food of about one thousand of us. Among these thousand people, except for me, my company, and the company responsible for protecting your safety, I will give you all the other 820 servings of food!"

"We only have more than 200 people and more than 800 servings, so that's not enough to eat!"

There were workers shouting in the crowd, causing a burst of laughter. Gastenth smiled and continued, "Gulakos told me that there are 242 workers in the factory. After each of them has a meal, we still have about 580 portions of grain. I thought about it, don't everyone have family members in the factory? Including your parents, wives and children, each worker can give three portions of grain. The three portions of grain are nine rye cakes a day, three cans of beans and three slices of meat in two days! You have eaten the rye cakes, which are very big, and save some money to raise four or five people, which is enough for the whole family to survive."

"No! It turns out that when we had no food, we could hold up a day with one pancake, let alone three!"

"Yes, yes, my brother is still in the city. I can take him over in this way, that's great!"

The workers were talking, most of them praised and few doubts. Gastenth waited for a while before continuing: "Worker brothers, I'm a little bit of a word. I've told you all about everything I can get! Each worker can save three portions of food, saving four or five people. Today I asked Ivan to register everyone's relatives. Whoever eats everyone's food, we all know, and we will definitely not lose anyone. After deducting these, we still have 100 portions of food left. I will invite Gulakos to store these 100 portions of food together for emergency use. Any use of this 100 portions of food will be approved by everyone. Do you think it's okay?"

"good!!!"

After hearing that Gastenth's distribution was fair and reasonable, everyone agreed. Gastenth waited for a while and began to say the request.

"Comrades, there is only so much food. You also know that when war is in a war, food is more valuable than gold! Each of you has the same amount of food, and no one is allowed to steal any of the food from anyone! If I find someone robs someone else's food, I will immediately drive out of the factory, and all his family members protected will also drive out of the factory! Do you understand? I, Gastenth, is a rough man, and I can't see those things that bully people with power, do you know!"

"I know!"

The workers below started to make a fuss again, but they all smiled. They saw what Gastenth and his soldiers did for a short time. Although these people were invaders, they were willing to endure hardships in their work and did not receive special treatment, and they paid everyone a lot of rewards. Many people think that their days are actually better than Ann Keenry before they came, so they naturally would not disobey Gastenth's wishes.

After the evening meeting, Gastenth initially solved the problem of food. The next step was to try his best to improve production efficiency. He felt that as the front line contracted, his factory would be more people's attention. If something didn't happen, then his factory would never make mistakes.

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The army was always a place where news spread quickly. Not long after, Gastenth heard that the rear was very dissatisfied with the record of the front line and demanded that the army of the Negro Republic should not be allowed to enter the Principal of Tulucas. The Second Corps, which received the order, began to firmly implement the will of His Majesty the Emperor and set up defense lines on the border of the Principal of Tulucas west of Strongwood. As for the First Corps, which was deep into the territory of the Negro Republic, it brought up the newly-formed Fourth Corps to the front line, hoping to defend the Province of Scarter and form a horn with the troops of the Principal of Tulucas, and attack and defend each other.

As for the Sixth Corps, whose headquarters was dispersed by enemy cavalry, while preparing, they took on the heavy responsibility of organizing second-line defense with the Seventh War Readiness Corps from Strongwood to Lufenin River. Their missing legion commander Joe McPherley has not been found yet, and is temporarily managed by the Legion Chief of Staff Diet Schubert. Gastens had never seen him, and people of his level were not qualified to meet him. Just when he thought he would have no intersection with the immediate boss of the immediate boss who had never met, the newly appointed acting legion commander suddenly brought a large group of men to the gate of the Gastens factory.

"I heard that the Welsh Type 2 steam rifle modified by your factory is more useful than the original products produced by the Nigru people themselves?"

Standing in front of Gastens who rushed out after hearing the news, Diet Schubert, the acting commander of the Sixth Legion, was slightly hunched. His towering cheekbones and wide jaw made the general look very reliable.

"Yes, General, I dare not say it is better to use, but the range and power are indeed higher. But this is a modified product after all, and it may not be that durable."

Gastenth answered truthfully and took a sneak peek at Diet Schubert's entourage. Among these dozen people, he only knew Frank Lauwell, the commander of the Seventh War Preparatory Legion, and asked him with his eyes what was going on. Frank Lauwell shrugged and did not speak.

"Go and take me in and have a look."

Diet Schubert waved his hand and without waiting for Gastenth to react, he walked in first. Gastenth was stunned for a moment, trotted to the front of the Legion Commander, and began to lead the way and introduce. In order to facilitate understanding, he hid many technical links of transformation and instead introduced the current production process of the entire factory in easy-to-understand language. Diet Schubert seemed to be quite satisfied with Gastenth's explanation. He didn't have many questions, but just asked a few questions using the safety and confidentiality of local workers, and the others were basically silent. However, a young man who followed him was very interested in the technical details of production and asked a few valuable questions.

"This is Jensen Schubert of the Legion Staff, who graduated from Rosville University and worked at the Royal Weapons Institute for a while and knows a lot about weapons and so you can talk more."

Seeing that the young man had a lot of talks with Gastenth, the acting commander of the Sixth Legion, Diet Schubert, seemed to have made an official introduction unintentionally. As soon as he heard that the other party was also a weapon, Gastenth's heart became tense. Although his factory can improve the enemy's weapons, the daily output is placed there, which is unlikely to play a decisive role in the battle situation. What people use on the battlefield now are mainly captured Welsh Type II and the Type II produced by Ankenyin. His improved Welsh Type II was only spread in a small range in the Fourth Division and did not have that much influence. In this case, the newly appointed Legion commander did not reorganize his trashed legion, but brought a young man who knew the weapon design and was still the same surname as the Legion commander. What was the intention of fighting? How could he not guess the long-standing Gastenth?

"Oh, that's my fellow travelers. I've been reliant on the Royal Weapons Institute for a long time. During the Battle of Strongwood, the hand-cannon cavalry led by His Highness Elliot Gibson helped us a lot."

Although he faintly realized the other party's intentions, Gastenth did not put his vigilance on his face. While he was smiling and chatting, he quickly sorted out the precautions he had taken in his heart.

"Yes, the hand-cannon cavalry is the nemesis of those armored spearmen. However, our steam hand-cannon production speed cannot keep up, so we have not sent it to the front line. But don't worry, I have reliable news. In the next month, the steam hand-cannon can accumulate enough quantity. At that time, we will turn the situation around and drive the Negru back to our hometown!"

Diet Schubert took Gastenth's words and began to calm the morale of the army. And that Jensen Schubert began to wander around the team. Whenever he went to a production workshop, he had to observe carefully, and sometimes he had to talk to the workers. However, this place was an enemy-occupied area, and most of the workers spoke Niglu. Although they also knew some Rein, they obviously could not describe such complicated things as gun modification. Jensen Schubert asked a few times, but he didn't know what it was. He had to follow the team and look around, very curious.

Gastenth had already realized that he deliberately avoided his assembly workshop and took these uninvited guests to visit all the assembly workshops, leading them to the factory office. Because the assembly line production method is still a new thing in this world, neither the layman Diet Schubert nor the half-insider Jason Schubert, he did not find Gastenth's trick. The group sat in the factory office, and Ivan and Sink brought people to make tea for everyone and stood aside.

"Gastense, your factory is doing well. When Joe McPherey was there, Commander Danny Carey reported to him about this matter. The Commander of the Legion is very supportive. Now the Commander of the Legion and your Commander Danny Carey have sacrificed their lives for the country, so I can't pull this stall down and mess it up. I'm here this time, first to see how you are doing, whether you are fooling people, and whether you can help. Second, give you more support, so that you can focus all your thoughts on production and ensure our weapons supply."

Maybe after sitting down, Diet Schubert had seen what he wanted to see, and he leaned lazily on the sofa and spoke with a smile.

"After reading this, I have decided that the legion should devote great efforts to your factory, and strive to make the reorganized legion use your improved Welsh Type 2 steam rifle. I brought Jensen here this time, and I hope you can communicate with each other. You are a soldier on the battlefield and have a natural intuition about weapons. Jensen is an expert at the research institute. Although his skills are very deep, he still doesn't understand the front line. You should take him more and help him. You two collide more and strive to increase the production capacity of the factory."

"You are honored to pay so much attention to it," Gastenth nodded with a smile, knowing that the fox tails of these people were about to be revealed. "I have talked a lot with Chief Jensen along the way. Chief Jensen is really good and has taught me a lot. He just pointed out a small technical error in the process of improving the steam catheter. Maybe it can improve the stability and lifespan of the improved gun, which will be of great help to us."

"That's good. I brought him here this time, and I didn't want him to go back. He is a weapon expert who is also staying in our army's general staff. He can't help. Why don't you come here to see it and it can still play a role. What do you think?"

"That's the best. I'm very willing to work with Chief Jansen Schubert!"

Gastenth smiled extremely brightly, but Ivan and Sink, who were standing behind him, looked very good. They were both rough people and could not hide their emotions. So they lowered their heads, looked at the ground, and said nothing.

"That's good, you have to cooperate well," Diet Schubert took a sip of tea and spit it on the ground, "What kind of tea do you have? Why is it so hard to drink? I'll get you some good things so you can try it too!"

"Then thank you, Lord Legion," Gastens continued to smile, heartless.

"There is another thing. No matter how you say Jensen is, he is a major. I don't feel at ease when you come alone. Your factory is so important, and only one company guard of the Seventh War Readiness Army is not safe. I will ask Jensen to bring a regiment here to ensure your safety and avoid any accidents."

One regiment? That's nine companies, more than one thousand people! Use a thousand people to protect less than three hundred workers in this factory? The old fox's abacus should not be too obvious!

Gastens continued to agree with a smile. He knew exactly what the other party wanted to do and had prepared the countermeasures long ago. Now that the other party wants to send troops to set up a formation, he can't stop him.

"Okay, that's all." Diet Schubert stood up and looked like he was about to leave. "Jensen will stay and hand it over to you. His troops will come here in the afternoon. You will make the handover. Although your rank is only a second lieutenant, and Jensen is a major, you built the factory. Don't be under psychological pressure, do you know?"

"I know, but the commander of the Legion, this commander is the commander. I must follow the commander of Chief Jensen, cooperate with Chief Jensen's work and do a good job in weapon transformation!"

"That's good, I'll leave, I won't send it!"

Diet Schubert left with a smile, leaving behind Jensen who was equally smiling and Ivan and Sink who were frowning. Several people sent the Legion leader out of the factory. As soon as they returned to the office, they heard Jensen's orders.

"Okay, you have heard it too. My uncle said that I will manage this factory now. Gastens, tell me about the production process of this kind of rifle. I haven't understood a few things just now."

Sitting in the position where Diet Schubert had just done, Janssen Schubert was careless and looked like a master. Gastenth respectfully and retreated first on the grounds of taking the drawings. Ivan and Sink followed him away from the office, walked away a little before scolding him.

"Boss, this man is obviously here to pick peaches. He also brought a group with him and came in the afternoon. When his group comes, we are the fish on the chopping board. If we don't die, we will die. Should we take advantage of the present--"

Ivan made a gesture around his neck and looked at Gastenth, his eyes were cold and full of murderous intent. Sink stood beside him, nodded, his eyes bright and firm. Gastenth reached out to hold Ivan's shoulder, patted Sink again, turned his head to look at the office in the distance, and softly comforted him.

"Don't worry, I have my own way."
Chapter completed!