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Tu Mei Chapter 31 The Scottish Mercenary Company

.United Kingdom of Great Britain, London.

"Your Majesty!" The major in the traditional red uniform of the Royal Guards reported in German: "This has your private letter!"

"English! English!" The middle-aged man behind the table knocked on the table with great dissatisfaction.

"Yes, your majesty!" The major had to switch to English that sounded a little awkward. "Here is a private letter from Berlin, please check it out!"

"Okay, let it go!" The middle-aged man signaled him to put the letter on the table, and then waved his hand impatiently, "Major, you can go out!"

"Yes!" The major's legs went together, and he greeted a standard German military salute, then turned around and walked out the door.

The middle-aged man shook his head and then picked up the letter on the table with a very delicate appearance. It can be seen that although his identity is very noble, he has not been in a good mood recently.

"Dear Robert I, how are you doing lately?" The middle-aged man gently read the first sentence in the letter, and then said helplessly to himself: "What's so good? It's a mess!"

Language problems are one of the headaches that Ruprecht, also known as His Majesty Robert I, have encountered recently. In fact, since he became King of Britain, the British Isles have not been calm for a day. First, they violently resisted the German garrison, followed by a group of people who were appointed by him, the "pseudo-king" and openly resisted the tax activities of the "pseudo-government". For this reason, Ruprecht had to use his "Royal Guards" again and again, and sometimes even the German garrison had to pull up, so that they could barely suppress the British's resistance. In the first three months of 1916, the British seemed to be disheartened and became obedient people, but recently a civil organization called "British people" jumped out and accused the United Kingdom of Britain of being ruled by a group of people who could not even speak English.

There are many precedents for the British king not to speak English, such as the famous George I. In the past, King Charles I of England had an earlier "Pelvet Dynasty". At that time, the local monarchs either spoke German as their native language or only spoke French, so that the people around them were not very good at speaking English. From this point of view, Ruprecht and his close ministers did not speak English, but this organization called "British people" used this as an excuse to encourage the residents of England, Scotland and Wales, and threatened that the Robert I government would promote Germanization and Germanization rule in the British Isles. The people had a strong resistance to the Robert I government supported by Germany, and then joined the ranks of opponents. The non-armed "protest activities" became increasingly fierce, and eventually set off a powerful tsunami of public opinion on the British Isles.

In May 1916, after consultation with the German government, Ruprecht announced to the whole of Britain that German rule would not be implemented in Britain in the future. He would set an example in using English in work and life. After that, the noisy British version of the "non-violent non-cooperation movement" finally came to an end.

Since the words were spoken, Ruprecht, the King of Britain, could not easily break his promise, and he and his close ministers and servants reluctantly spoke English. Of course, this was just a strategy to minimize the conflicts between the new government and the people at the beginning of the rule of Britain. Ruprecht decided to settle the score with those "troubled people" after his rule was consolidated.

I have successfully finished my trip to Southeast Asia and returned to Berlin on July 9! I thought I hadn't contacted you for a long time, so I quickly picked up my pen and wrote this letter!

After seeing the second sentence, the middle-aged man shook his head again, "This guy is so cool and free to wander around. He almost forgot my old friend!"

This trip to Southeast Asia has gained a lot. I felt very happy to see the defeat of the British and Indian colonial army in Hegedi! Hegedi himself was also detained by the Indian officers under his command and sent to our army. He has been escorted to Berlin and is expected to have to stay in the prisoner-of-war camp for at least five or six years. At this point, the empire's plan to advance eastward has been successfully completed, and the strategic focus of the region will return to the Atlantic Ocean in the future!

However, this trip also made me realize the fact that the Imperial Navy had severely lacked escort ships for ocean routes, and there were no seaplane and aircraft carriers for escort! Therefore, I decided to urge the Navy Department and various naval shipyards to solve this problem as soon as possible! In addition, I mentioned to you last time that a Scottish mercenary company is established, and now it is time to establish it. For this reason, I allocated 200 million marks of marks from the Gigi Group and sent a special director to take charge of this matter. You are also very familiar with this person. He is waiting outside your door, and I believe you will be very happy!

Here, I sincerely wish His Majesty Robert I good health and a happy mood! I urge you to strongly assist our plan, and you will be very worried about recruiting skilled shipbuilders, arsenal workers and mercenaries in England and Scotland! I will go to London in person to meet you and send my greetings and thanks in person!

Your closest friend, Gianluji, William III!

"Good guy!" After putting down the letter, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh. "The 200 million mark of funds are taken out casually. This guy must be richer than Krupp's boss! Well, arms, shipbuilding, metallurgy, oil, aviation, this guy's industries are indeed spread throughout the entire industrial system! No, next time he comes, he must make him contribute some money to build one or two palaces, plus one or two shipyards!"

That's right, the one who seems to be a little jealous of our great German Emperor is Robert I of the United Kingdom of Great Britain, the former Bavarian prince Ruprecht, who is familiar to the Germans. Since serving as the chief of staff for a period of time in the German Army, Ruprecht, who has similar age and interests, has become much closer to Chen Tian than before. In addition, Ruprecht and the entire Bavarian royal family were grateful to Chen Tian for giving them a place in the Great Britain kingdom, and Chen Tian was also very grateful to Bavaria and Ruprecht for their help in suppressing the Friedrich coup. Therefore, the relationship between the two sides became increasingly close.

After reading the German Emperor's handwritten letter again, Ruprecht rang the summoning bell on the table and asked the attendant who came in later:

"Where is the person who sent this letter?"

"Go back to Your Majesty, he is still waiting outside! He said that you will naturally summon him after reading the letter!" The attendant replied truthfully.

"Call him in!" Ruprecht couldn't wait to see the "master friend" mentioned by the German Emperor in his letter.

Half a minute later, a middle-aged man wearing a black dress, holding a gentleman's crutch and a top hat walked into Ruprecht's study with a smile on his face.

"Hello, Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

"Hey! Hubert! It's you!" Ruprecht stood up in surprise and joy.

"Who else?" The visitor opened his arms.

"Ahem, I am the king of the Kingdom of Great Britain now. I can only enjoy the treatment of a royal family!" As he said that, Ruprecht smiled and greeted him and gave him a big bear hug.

"Present!" The visitor was not at all restrained. However, when walking, his right leg with a prosthetic limb seemed a little difficult.

"Come on, please sit down!" Ruprecht took him to the sofa in the study, and called the attendant, "Two times black coffee, no sugar or milk!"

The visitor smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you are still the same!"

After Shuangshuang sat down, the two of them hadn't met for a long time, but they didn't know what to say.

General Hubert was both a Bavarian nobleman and a colleague and friend of his many years. He was unfortunately injured on the battlefield in France in 1914, and his right leg was intercepted at that time. After he recovered from the army, he worked in the General Staff of the Army for a period of time, but not long after he retired from the army and served as a senior weapon consultant in the arms company of the Gigi Group.

After the attendant gave the fragrant black coffee, Ruprecht opened the conversation:

"I really didn't expect His Majesty to send you here! How have you been in the past year? Are you not used to taking off your military uniform? Why don't you write to me?"

"Haha, it's a long story!" Hubert put his crutch aside and then picked up the coffee cup on the table. When he and Ruprecht worked in the General Staff together, he liked to drink this black coffee in a small coffee shop in Berlin. The German Emperor would sometimes change into a military uniform of a lieutenant and sneak out with them. He nicknamed the three-person gathering as the Black Coffee Alliance. Unfortunately, the time for the gathering was always short. Soon after, the three of them went their separate ways, and there were very few opportunities to meet in more than a year.

"Then let's start from the beginning! We can talk from morning to night, even tomorrow morning, and it's okay!" Since becoming King of Britain, Ruprecht returned to Bavaria for few times, and there are not many opportunities to meet with his former colleagues and friends. Sometimes, he feels that a narrow English Channel blocks himself in another world. Now that the old friend is coming, the depression in his heart is suddenly wiped out.

So for the whole morning, the two of them were chatting about the things they had encountered in the past year they had never met. Sometimes they laughed and sometimes they sighed together. It was not until the attendant came in to remind them that the lunch time was up that they remembered today's topic.

"Scottish Mercenary Company... How could His Majesty think of such a strange name?" Ruprecht was a little curious.

"The name is just a code name!" Hubert expressed his opinion. "The key is that your Majesty does not want it to attract the attention of other countries!"

Ruprechite nodded and soon shook his head, "It is almost impossible for shipyards, arsenals and mercenaries to be discovered!"

Hubert was very impressed, "What's more, it's such a large scale!"

200 million marks, which is more than 1.1 billion in pounds!" After saying that, Ruprecht added: "Now the pound is worthy of depreciation. Merchants would rather use marks. Only those traditional British people should stick to their own currency!"

"In the current situation, I think the mark will become a European currency soon!" Hubert whispered to Ruprecht: "It is said that the government is planning to issue a new European mark to replace the previous imperial mark, pound, franc, Austro-Hungarian Kroner, and gold coins will completely withdraw from the circulation field!"

Ruprecht was not surprised by the news, "Actually, I have heard of it for a long time. It sounds good. At least it can stabilize the money market of the occupied countries!"

Hubert continued limping towards the restaurant with Ruprecht.

Ruprecht also deliberately put his pace very slowly. "The post-war British economy and industry were in a depression. Apart from some British people, basically no one came here to invest. Look at the government relief centers, there are long teams to receive relief food every day! It is difficult to find a job that can fill your stomach! It is even more difficult to find a job that can support your family! Although the pound has depreciated significantly, the hourly wage of an ordinary British worker is still at the level of 20p, which is really cheap labor! I dare say that as long as you pay an hourly wage of 25p, hundreds of people will immediately flock to your recruitment office!"

Hubert replied without hesitation: "Before I came, I had planned to recruit only workers and mercenaries with experience and physical skills. Shipbuilders are given 40 pence per hour and arsenal workers are given 50 pence. If they are shipbuilding technicians and arsenal technicians, the treatment will be improved accordingly! Ordinary mercenaries are 500 pounds per month, and officers will increase their ranks in turn according to their positions!"

"Well, this is indeed very attractive in Britain! But I have always been worried that the workers know who they are building ships for, and will passively slacken or even sabotage after producing weapons!" Ruprecht stopped and looked at Hubert very seriously. "It is even harder for mercenaries to feel relieved. Maybe there will be resistance organizations involved in it. If they turn against the battlefield..."

Hubert also stopped, "Your Majesty, don't worry! The mercenaries are just covering this company. In fact, we only plan to recruit 500 mercenaries, and the arsenal is only a small-scale. Purchasing and expanding shipyards and recruiting skilled shipbuilders from England and Scotland are our main goals! His Majesty the German Emperor meant to use the shipbuilding industry that survived the war after the British war as a strategic reserve. Once wartime needs, these shipyards can provide Germany with additional shipbuilding sources, and they can also build warships outside the agreement without knowing it as much as possible!"

"The warship outside the agreement—" Ruprecht looked thoughtful.
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