"Look, like I said. ”

Li Lin handed the document to Nidhogg, and the captain of the guard skillfully typed the file code and put it in the file basket.

"Opponents tend to be more useful than allies. ”

"You're right. ”

Putting down the copy in his hand, Brunhill shook his head with a wry smile.

"In gratitude to Charlemagne, the young men of the General Staff drank all the wine in the officers' club. In the morning, a health company had to be brought in to treat the hangover with vomiting and injections. ”

What Brunhill didn't say was that the General Staff, which has always prided itself on being reserved and a soldier, actually held a collective drinking party last night, and whether they drank it or not, the staff officers poured a lot of wine, and several young staff officers who had drunk too much even jumped on the map table and danced a striptease. Usually even have to worry about a thread on the collar, the elders who have been old for a long time just shook their heads and smiled bitterly at this moment, and turned their faces to suffocate a large glass of brandy.

When encountering an opponent like Charlemagne, it is no wonder that they are so out of shape, and Colonel Kurt Zeitsler, who is in charge of the logistics of Army Group B and is nicknamed "Ball Lightning," said bluntly: "An order from Prince Charlemagne is equivalent to an increase of 50 divisions in our army!"

The executive order of the Dauphin Louis, which made the General Staff of the Wehrmacht happy, was sprinkled with thousands of words, which can be summed up in one sentence - the dispatch of military supplies from the liberated area of Agen Toraton.

To put it bluntly, this is to let the troops go and grab supplies directly from the people. However, in order not to be too ugly, there will still be a formal sale, but this kind of business that hurts others and hurts oneself is better than directly robbing it.

After Charlemagne's re-entry into Argent Toraton, the main economic task was to take over the assets of Alfheim and restore order to the local economy. The former is largely absent because of the scorched-earth tactics practiced by Yalfheim, while the latter mainly faces one problem, that is, the problem of monetary unity.

Charlemagne mainly used silver coins and gold yuans, and the currency in circulation of the Argent Toraton was the Alfheimmark. After Charlemagne restored his sovereignty over the Argentola Territory, the mark was naturally withdrawn from the people who held it, as a "counterfeit currency". There is a question of the recovery exchange rate, what is the exchange rate between the gold yuan coupon and the mark?

In fact, this is not a problem at all. Golden yuan coupons without any equivalent guarantee are completely waste paper in international trade, and it is too hard to wipe your buttocks. If Charlemagne had not become a closed economy, the gold yuan bills would only circulate within his own country, and with strong administrative measures, the gold yuan bills would have been worthless in Charlemagne's country. In addition to the preservation of the value of precious metals, the Yalfheim mark is more importantly directly linked to the industrial products produced by the Yalfheim, with the guarantee of various industrial products that only they can produce in the world, no one can shake the position of the mark.

With waste paper on one side and banknotes on the other, there is no need to think about this problem at all.

But now that Argent Torathorn has returned to Charlemagne, it makes sense that all laws and regulations, including economic policies, should apply. As long as the rate range is calculated according to the price ratio, and then the official confirmation of a reasonable value to start the exchange and recovery work, the economic order of Argent Toratong will soon be restored, and Charlemagne will be able to use the recycled marks to buy the materials they urgently need from the international market through underground pipes, alleviating the current predicament.

According to the estimation of the Yalfheim Ministry of Finance, the exchange rate between the Golden Yuan and the Mark is roughly 1:50 to 1:80, while the official exchange rate given by Charlemagne is 1:300!

This figure was a major positive for Charlemagne's rear and front-line soldiers, and for the people of Agen Toraton, it was like a bolt from the blue that declared them bankrupt.

Think about it, if the 1 yuan in the hand could be used as 300 yuan in a different place, or if a piece of straw paper could be exchanged for 300 yuan bills that could be exchanged in various countries in a certain place, who would miss this great opportunity to make a fortune? Therefore, in a very short time, a large number of gold yuan coupons poured into Agen Toraton through various channels, and Charlemagne's officials and people tried every means to exchange marks from Agen Toraton, or to purchase everything that could be purchased. A large number of gold yuan bills poured in, and the goods continued to flow out at extremely low prices, and in less than three days, the price of Argent Toratong rose by 5.87 times, and the form of hyperinflation is already very obvious.

To meet this kind of opponent who sent his own god assist, Alfheim's staff officers are sorry not to dance and celebrate.

In fact, the whole thing was a strategy set by Li Lin from the beginning.

Strategically, Alfheim must bring Charlemagne to Agen Toraton, and then push the revolving door. In the process of concrete implementation, how to resettle the population has become a problem that makes the General Staff scratch its head.

From a legal point of view, in the event of an invasion by a foreign enemy, the state has the obligation to protect, evacuate and evacuate its citizens, and this provision applies to all citizens. But in reality, no one wants to spare precious capacity and time to spend on these fourth-class citizens who don't know which side of their hearts are going. Stasi even said bluntly that if they insisted on withdrawing the fourth-class citizens of Agen to the rear, the security services would not be able to spare so many "big brothers" to monitor the whole process until the resettlement was completed, and if these people spread rumors or rallied with the fourth-class citizens in the rear who were dissatisfied with the status quo to launch a rebellion, Alfheim would be in a situation of being attacked on his back.

Since there is no way to retreat, how should we deal with these people? Gathering 8 million people together and shooting them en masse is unrealistic and not feasible, and it will cause an uproar in the international community. All to Auschwitz or Katyn? There is not enough capacity and time to transport them to the rear of the country, so how can there be time to toss such a thing.

In the end, the dictator made the decision, and threw most of the battle rations of the eight million men and the defensive line to Charlemagne, and the freed up transport capacity was fully used for retreat, and the sappers concentrated on destroying roads and facilities.

At the time, there were many people who were confused and inexplicable, and now all that remains is praise and hymns.

All problems are solved. Alfheim didn't have to waste resources, and the people who cherished Charlemagne welcomed the king in their hearts, and Charlemagne's army received much-needed materials and human resources, and by the way, they also put the last nail in their coffin.

Everyone is happy, gratifying.

"The best way to destroy a hero is not to physically erase him, but to push him against the interests of the people. After seeing Charlemagne's true face and blood sugar levels dropped, it was time for the fourth and other citizens of Agen Dragon, whose IQ was back online, to figure out who was their real master. At the same time, Charlemagne also stood on the execution table in high spirits—"

The corners of his mouth raised a sneer, and the red pupils lacking warmth turned to the shadows on the side, and five clusters of humanoid darkness stood solemnly in them.

"In two weeks at most, the revolving door will be fully activated, and Roland will definitely make a move at that point. I don't need to say more, you know what to do, right?"

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

The two voices overlapped. No twitching, no hesitation, no joy.

Only through the madness and brutality of the bone marrow.