Another World: Naval Storm

Chapter 179: Complicated Cocktail Party

In the evening, Platinum’s celebration of the naval victory continued. A few days or ten days could not extinguish the people’s enthusiasm. The streets were crowded with Platinum residents, and hundreds of thousands of people made Platinum a city that never sleeps.

Although the army was in trouble on the Western Front and bad news came from the Eastern Front from time to time, the harsh external environment in Drak coupled with the implementation of the food rationing system made the supply of fish, meat and eggs a little tight on the platinum market, but fortunately bread and potatoes were sufficient, and the lack of food did not affect the unity of the Drak people. They were willing to tighten their belts to support the war, but there was a prerequisite, that was victory!

After the award ceremony, a cocktail party was indispensable. Outside the door of the best hotel in Platinum was full of armed army, navy soldiers and police. The navy and army boys who had been tortured by the war for a long time chose their targets and boldly broke into the dance floor. Martin Hollaf, deputy chief of staff of the Eastern Front Command, found Leo with a glass of wine and sent him congratulations and thanks.

"General, thank you for everything you have done for the Army. Um... the Land Cruiser prototype has been produced and the test results are very good. We plan to plan an assault to break through the defenses of the Fata coalition forces on the Western Front!"

"That's great, as long as it's useful!" Leo said politely.

"General, if there is anything I can help you with, please let me know!" Horaf considered for a long time before speaking. Now Drake's army and navy, the army has not had any outstanding achievements for a long time, and in some aspects it needs the assistance of the navy, so helping each other when necessary will benefit both sides.

"Of course! The Army is the greatest security guarantee of the empire. I hope we can unite!" Leo stretched out his hand. This was the result he wanted.

Two big hands were clasped in the air. Seeing this scene, many officials at the party couldn't help but gasp. They tried hard to suppress the terrible thoughts in their minds.

"Haha, today is indeed a good day. Eh? General, I won't disturb you, there are people waiting to chat with you in the back. If you have time, you are welcome to visit the Army Department!" Holaf kept feeling that someone was paying attention in this direction, and when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he found that it was several senior naval officers.

"Okay, I actually have a lot of ideas that I want to share with the Army Department!" This is also true. Many things in Leo's mind are for the army.

Seeing Horaf leave, several naval officers standing nearby gathered around him.

"Taren's new Prime Minister David reorganized the Royal Navy's top brass in a very short period of time, allowing the Taren people to initially regain their trust in the Royal Navy. This man is very capable. As for the Grand Fleet with low morale, he did not punish most of the middle and senior officers, but only placed his own confidants in several key positions, which slightly eased the tense atmosphere in the Grand Fleet. Judging from his actions since he took office as Prime Minister, he is very qualified as Prime Minister and Secretary of the Navy. On the contrary, Jefferson has not made any outstanding performance!" Nicholas spoke first and gave an analysis.

"So what even if he is so powerful? He is the Prime Minister and also the Secretary of State for the Admiralty. He does not have enough time to manage the Royal Navy. The one who is really in charge is Jefferson, a military general who knows a little bit of technology. As for command, as far as I know, he has never commanded a warship in combat!" Vassil frowned and said. Jefferson has been dealing with logistics all the time, and his command ability is indeed difficult to estimate.

"Should we set a trap for Mr. Jefferson?" Leo was a little excited when talking about the cunning man, and said with a sly smile: "The navy has sufficient funds this year, and with the grace of His Majesty the Emperor, should we build a few more battlecruisers to scare the Royal Navy?"

"Leo, sometimes I really want to beat you up! Now that you've been promoted to deputy commander of the Ocean Fleet, can't you keep all your evil plans in a safe place?" Marshal Leon, commander-in-chief of the Ocean Fleet, frowned and scolded.

Cocktail parties and dances are never safe places, especially when they are held in one of the most luxurious hotels in the Drake Empire, which has always been a gathering place for intelligence personnel from various countries. All political groups and large capital groups with some power and influence in the empire have set up their headquarters in Platinum. The Allies, neutral countries and allies of the Central Powers have their own intelligence agencies and channels in this place of luxury. If you say something in this place, the whole world will know it tomorrow at the latest.

"It's okay Marshal, it will confuse people even more this way!"

"I don't know who you can confuse, but I think you can confuse him now!" Marshal Leon pointed at a bald middle-aged man who wanted to get closer and said sarcastically.

"He looks familiar. If the Marshal is a spy, you should have him arrested and shot! Speaking of which, the protection level of our new class of battlecruisers should be comparable to that of the Derfflinger class, and the speed of 27.5 knots is definitely enough! It's just that the main gun has some problems. Krupp is still not very good at naval guns and has not been able to meet our needs. Otherwise, I would like to install 420mm naval guns on our battlecruisers, but the cost is too expensive. Each ship costs at least million gold marks."

"Bullshit! Catching spies is the job of the intelligence department. There's no need for a marshal like me to do it! Also, the empire's finances are not good. Every penny of the navy's money must be used wisely. Don't want everything! It cost tens of millions of gold marks to modify your two aircraft carriers. Those old guys in the Navy Department quarreled with me several times! I feel a little dizzy now. Don't force me to beat you when I'm happiest!" Marshal Leon looked at his deputy commander and felt a little uncomfortable in his head. He had no choice but to raise his glass and drink it all, hoping to relieve it with alcohol.

"Marshal, that's not how you drink wine!" When the bald middle-aged man laughed and barged into the group of senior naval officers, the Imperial Navy officers were at a loss, and so was Leo.

"Marshal, you are not the protagonist of this cocktail party prepared for General Leo. You took General Leo to hide in this remote corner, which makes it really hard for people to find you." The bald middle-aged man, who looked to be in his fifties, began to chatter in a familiar manner.

"Drak's beer is good, very pure and strong, much better than the Kingdom's!" The bald middle-aged man patiently explained for several minutes the difference between the beer of the Drak Empire and the Iteli Kingdom. Due to the face of their allies and the respect for etiquette, this group of senior officers resisted the urge to hit him and let the bald man sweat here.

"I want to beat him!" Lieutenant General Malawi twisted his knuckles until they cracked.

"I miss the general too! This damn bald guy has no sense at all!" Vasir stood beside Malawi with an eager look on his face. If Malawi dared to attack, he would rush up and kick him a few times.