This is really good news! His son's words blew away most of the dark clouds that filled the Emperor's heart!
"Really?" The French Emperor looked at Duke Montauban with questioning eyes. He meant to ask whether my son was lying to me.
The Duke of Montauban was such a slippery person. He immediately smiled and said, "Of course your Majesty is true. For three days, the prince has been studying the data gap between the weapons and equipment of the enemy and ourselves..."
"The prince once said that any direct data should be verified by himself before he can be believed. This rigorous and scientific attitude is very admired by all the engineers on site!"
When the Emperor heard that his son was really like that, he felt even better: "My son, now tell the marshals and generals of the empire about the results of your experiment!"
"Good father... After hundreds of firing experiments, our Saspor rifle has a maximum range of 1,500 meters, while the enemy's Draizer has a maximum range of only 1,000 meters!"
"According to the experimental comparison of the lethality caused by different shooting ranges, the maximum lethality range of our rifles is within 500 meters, while the maximum lethality range of the enemy is only within 300 meters!"
"God bless France! This way our soldiers can fire in advance and kill the Prussian soldiers in rows before they enter the effective killing distance!"
"The only thing we need to worry about is the Prussian Mauser rifle! The performance of their Mauser is very close to ours, but it doesn't surpass ours!"
"I asked the Imperial Intelligence Department to conduct a special investigation. At this moment, the number of soldiers in the Prussian army who can equip the latest Mauser is only a quarter..."
"The remaining soldiers are all equipped with cheap Drese rifles!"
"In other words, we already have the advantage in terms of firepower! This war is not as scary as we thought!"
The prince's analysis report made the generals of the Imperial Military Department blush a little. They knew very well that this kind of experiment should be done by the military department, but they didn't know why the logistics department had not sent a report yet.
However, it seems that His Majesty is in a relatively good mood at the moment. After all, it is his son who has shown his face, so he did not expect so much. These people can only say good things and praise the prince to the sky.
Napoleon III blushed as if he had drunk half a bottle of whiskey. "Well! What else? Keep talking..."
"Father, what we have to do now is to install all these advanced rifles into the army as soon as possible. According to various data prepared by the military department, there is currently a gap of 200,000 Saspor rifles... The arsenal's The production capacity is not enough!”
"The difference is two hundred thousand? How could there be such a difference!" The Emperor's face suddenly darkened.
Marshal Bazin quickly smoothed things over and said, "Your Majesty, the main reason is caused by the production capacity constraints of the steel plant... and... and... the previous workers' demonstrations delayed production!"
"We will definitely urge them and try our best to make up for the gap!"
"Make up for it? Haha... If my son hadn't discovered this problem, wouldn't you have thought of it? What would you have done!"
"Then let me ask you! How long will it take you to make up for the shortfall of 200,000?"
The generals of the empire said with a wry smile, "Your Majesty... Two hundred thousand... We need six months... No, no, no, we speed up and we guarantee completion in five months!"
"Five months!" The King of France walked back and forth in the room angrily. "It's already April! You want me to wait until September? Do you know how many changes will happen in such a long time?"
"Will the Prussians also be equipped with 200,000 Mausers in these five months? By then, won't our advantage be reduced again?"
"In five months, what if the workers in the country rebel again? You are simply hurting the country!"
What a general instruction from the emperor! Spittles flew everywhere, and everyone in the room didn't dare to express their anger!
In the end, it was the prince who rescued the generals. "Father! In fact, it is not impossible! If you believe me, I think this problem can be solved in three months!"
"Oh! What can you do?"
"Father! First of all, we must improve the treatment of arsenal workers. Since they need to work overtime, we should slightly improve their welfare! Even war horses need to be given some concentrated feed before the war!"
“I believe that appropriate rewards will definitely increase production!”
"In addition, I checked the empire's arms distribution list last year. In the second half of last year, more than 50,000 Saspero rifles were sent to the colonies, most of which were concentrated in North Africa and India!"
"Immediately order the withdrawal of these weapons and save this war first! My preliminary calculation is that I can make up for this gap in three months!"
The Emperor smiled, pointed at his son and said proudly, "Do you see clearly? This is the attitude towards work! You must have a plan at any time!"
"I have given full authority to Prince Eugene for this matter. All departments in the empire must cooperate fully!"
At this point, the Emperor patted his son on the shoulder and said, "Do a good job. The earlier and more fully we prepare... the greater the chance of victory on the battlefield in the future!"
The French Emperor left the military headquarters with peace of mind, and the generals and the prince were relieved!
People talked and started to go about their work, while Marshal Bazan took the prince to the corner.
"Your Highness...are you really sure? I really don't think highly of the efficiency of those people!"
"Weapons and equipment are distributed to the colonies, and if you want to take them back, how many people have to go through it, and how much prevarication is involved? Can it really be transferred back in three months?"
The prince was obviously still young. He said with a serious face, "You have heard my father's order. The entire French Empire must cooperate fully. I don't believe that I can't even get some weapons back in three months!"
Seeing the prince's confident expression, Marshal Bazan wanted to say something but swallowed it when he reached his lips, and he secretly complained in his heart.
"My child! I'm afraid you will never imagine how slow the French bureaucracy is... If only it were that simple!"
Marshal Bazin's words came true. The efficiency of the French bureaucracy was simply ridiculously slow, and the phenomenon of inaction and superfluity has become a terminal disease.
When the prince's order was sent to the Marseille military port via telegram, the dispatching officer didn't even read it, and just placed it under other telegram documents in order.
On top of this order, there are actually more than ten telegrams from the empire that have not been opened, and the top order was actually issued by the military headquarters half a month ago.
The telegram he spoke clearly stated that he ordered the Marseilles naval port to mobilize three merchant ships and go to the Suez Canal to pull back two battalions of elite garrison troops.
The troop transport ship mobilization order half a month ago has not been processed yet, let alone His Highness the Prince's weapon and equipment mobilization order!
"Let's go! There is an opera performance at the Golden Helm Theater tonight, and it's an Italian opera troupe. Don't miss it!"
In the midst of laughter, the navy dispatching officer locked the door of his office and walked away, leaving half a month's worth of urgent documents unprocessed and still sleeping soundly here.
