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"Damn that Warlord!!!!"
Judge looked at the black projection Den Den Mushi in his hand, his lion-like old face flushed with anger.
He roared, trying hard not to crush the Den Den Mushi in his hand.
Today, he lost nearly 2,986 elite cloned soldiers.
Almost three thousand elite clones were buried beneath that city.
This was even more than the personnel losses from their earlier attacks on Antonhal.
All in all, Judge had lost nearly six thousand elite cloned troops in this country.
Although clones were cheap and only took five years to cultivate, such massive losses represented a huge wound that Germa would need years to heal.
The losses were too great, far exceeding Judge's expectations.
Most importantly, this defeat would deal a heavy blow to Germa's reputation!
Germa, famous as a mercenary state, relied almost entirely on war for survival.
A military failure would directly impact their economic revenue.
Judge was incredibly angry that his army had been used as stepping stones to test new weapons.
However, despite his anger, he maintained the necessary rationality of a king and a leader.
At this point in the war, he could not simply retreat shamefully.
He had to continue fighting, and he had to make King Rabbit III of Kahat admit defeat!
The new weapons developed by that Warlord didn't offer much novelty.
They were just a type of poison gas bomb and a new type of remote-controlled bomb.
Breaking them was not difficult, but Judge didn't have the time.
The longer this war lasted, the greater the damage to Germa's reputation.
Judge narrowed his eyes.
Along with the black Den Den Mushi, a box of special 'weapons' had also been sent.
Yes, this Den Den Mushi was a 'gift' from Poltorto, the Dawn Master.
This new Warlord was certainly no pushover.
Although the 'weapons' he sent were free, using them would come at a 'cost' for Judge.
For an arms dealer, a crushing victory for the side that bought their weapons is a successful arms showcase, but it's not the most successful.
The best advertisement is when the disadvantaged side turns the tide, and then the previously advantaged side struggles to regain control.
For arms dealers, war is their livelihood and foundation.
A war that continuously drags on without a clear winner is what best serves their interests.
"Hmph, damned war hyena!"
A ruthless expression appeared on Judge's face.
Although he was very unhappy, he decided to swallow this bitter fruit.
This was the fastest way for Germa to regain face.
They were the Evil Army, a mercenary state.
A failure in weaponry was nothing.
As for King Rabbit III of Kahat, if the war dragged on longer, he would likely be completely drained by that Warlord.
At this moment, his deputy, who was also Germa's chief scientific advisor, entered the throne room and reported.
"Your Majesty Judge, Princess Reiju's condition is stable. Prince Yonji's situation is fine; most of the toxins in his body have been absorbed by Princess Reiju. He will be able to return to battle after some rest."
"Good, let him rest up quickly," Judge nodded.
"Let Reiju recover. Let Yonji return to the battlefield early. Three days-no, we must launch a second round of attacks before tomorrow midnight."
"Also, what are the test results for the 'CIQ' serums?"
"They are excellent," the scientific advisor replied.
"The effects are even better than expected. Animals injected with the serum rapidly awakened their Lineage Factor and entered a state of rampage. Muscle density, bone strength, and size increased tenfold."
"However, this 'evolution' is a completely uncontrollable rampage. The Lineage Factor raging within the animal significantly reduces its cell lifespan. Once a rampaging beast enters combat mode, its maximum lifespan will not exceed three weeks."
"As expected, a true battlefield weapon," Judge said, sounding both impressed and mocking.
He then waved his hand.
"Very well, deploy all the serums immediately. For tomorrow midnight's attack-let those beasts lead the charge!"
...
"What? Why has the price doubled since last time?"
In the palace of Kahat, King Rabbit III looked at No.
6 standing before him, his expression angry, his voice raised several octaves.
"When I bought those Sarin gas shells last time, they were only five million Berries each. Why has the price doubled this time?"
"Because of insufficient production capacity during emergency production, Your Majesty," No. 6 said flatly.
"Orders for Sarin G3 gas have been overflowing recently, and our production capacity is severely lacking. Therefore, we have adopted a bidding system."
Shin wasn't lying.
The factory producing Sarin gas on Golden Lion's sky island did indeed have severely insufficient capacity.
On one hand, the difficulty of preparing G3 Sarin gas was extremely high.
Military-grade G3 Sarin gas was not on the same level as the toxins used by Master Om to attack civilians.
Preparing such inhumane weapons required extreme caution.
Any slip-up would result in losses Shin couldn't afford.
On the other hand, the demand for this order was indeed very high.
Almost immediately after the product showcase ended today, Praying Hand No. 5, the black market merchant staying in Spring Queen City, received orders of varying sizes from all over the world.
Without exception, they all placed massive orders for Sarin gas.
Shin could understand their thinking.
Frankly, poison gas isn't a great weapon on a modern battlefield.
At least in the eyes of Shin, a standard believer in the Multi-Turret Doctrine and heavy firepower, poison gas is a useless thing.
However, the major criterion for judging weapon effectiveness in the One Piece world is whether it can affect the strong.
Although the Claymore mines played a significant role in this war, they caused limited damage to the three modified Vinsmoke brothers.
Sarin gas, however, demonstrated the ability to incapacitate two top-tier modified humans.
The Vinsmoke family's top modified humans have fighting capabilities comparable to or even exceeding Supernovas.
While their failure today was largely due to recklessness, the fact that Sarin gas affected experts of this level was undeniable.
To these short-sighted fellows, Shin could only think: Idiots!
Fortunately, there were some experts, like the Sea Rogue, who generously and lavishly ordered all the production of Claymore mines for the next three months.
Who knows where this guy intends to bury so many mines...
The arms business was booming, but it was still far from Shin's expectations.
The reason he used G3 Sarin gas was only to maximize the destructive power of his weapons within the limits allowed by the Gorosei.
"You war hyenas, scavengers, you are just maggots feeding on the corpse of this country!"
No. 6 calmly looked at King Rabbit III, whose face was twisted with anger.
"Yes, Your Majesty, you are correct. We are indeed maggots feeding on the corpse of war. But without us maggots, you and your country would already be dead."
He slowly stood up, looking down at Rabbit III, and said impolitely.
"We have already earned enough from this transaction. One-third of Antonhal's territory already belongs to our 'Anaheim' company established by Dawn Master Poltorto."
Money wasn't really important.
Honestly, this impoverished king, who only had one capital city left, didn't have much to extract.
What Shin wanted was the land and the minerals.
After saying this, No. 6 turned and left without the slightest respect for the impoverished king.
Rabbit III's face was green and then pale.
He looked at No. 6's retreating back, his hand trembling on the armrest of the throne, and roared.
"Damn it! How did the country end up like this!"
"Your Majesty, you don't have to be angry."
The Foreign Minister appeared from nowhere, prostrating himself at Rabbit III's feet.
His smooth face was fawning and cunning, like a boiled egg.
"We still have a way. We can renege on this debt."
On the city wall outside the palace, No. 6 squinted into the evening breeze.
The city was holding a carnival banquet tonight because they had repelled Germa 66.
A group of pathetic people, unaware of their fate tomorrow, were singing and drinking freely, celebrating this rare victory.
They had been suppressed for too long.
Germa's attack had caused them to collapse like a landslide, driving them to despair for so long.
Now that they had achieved such a brilliant victory, it was inevitable that their spirits would be high.
Even now, Shin still believed Germa 66 would inevitably win.
The strength of the two sides was simply not on the same level.
Since the Gorosei would not allow Shin to deploy large-scale weapons of mass destruction, or directly intervene with Gundam forces, Germa 66's reserves completely overwhelmed this isolated city.
Even in the original story's Whole Cake Island arc, powerful figures like Big Mom could only set up an ambush and assassinate Germa at the wedding banquet.
She wouldn't confront them directly to seize their cloning technology, because Charlotte Linlin knew that if her country faced Germa head-on, she would likely destroy Germa, but Germa would also cripple her country.
Perhaps the Four Emperors could completely defeat Germa's high-level forces, but Germa's conventional military power was almost unmatched on the seas.
In fact, even with the advantage of a surprise attack and the Vinsmoke family being tied up, the Big Mom Pirates' foot soldiers were almost annihilated by Germa's cloned soldiers.
It's hard to find a country on the seas that surpasses Germa in terms of conventional military strength.
Judge's cloning technology ensured the production of large batches of the highest quality specialized soldiers within five years.
Even without conscripting soldiers domestically, they had an abundant supply of cannon fodder.
Furthermore, the weapons that brought victory yesterday didn't have particularly high technological content.
For a scientist like Judge, cracking them posed no difficulty.
Even if we ignore all of Germa's advantages over Antonhal, Germa, which already occupied most of Antonhal's territory, was already positioned to win.
They only needed to drive the civilians they captured toward Kahat.
Whether they used them as human shields to consume ammunition, infiltrated them among the refugees, or, even more inhumanely, turned the refugees into human bombs, all these tactics could break through Kahat in the shortest time possible.
Such inhuman acts are carried out by some countries even in modern societies with established morals, let alone in the pirate world, where human rights are scarce, and their opponents are a group of notorious figures known as the Evil Army.
"Master, come down and have a drink!"
A palace guard warmly invited No. 6.
He glanced at the people celebrating the feast below and shook his head in refusal.
"No, I don't like such noisy environments."
He watched the guard return to the celebrating crowd.
If he truly wanted these people of Antonhal to win the war, they should abandon the city now.
They should dissolve into smaller groups, scatter the population into the areas occupied by Germa, and gain an advantage through continuous guerrilla warfare.
Germa, being a mobile force, would eventually leave.
Only by maintaining constant guerrilla warfare and making them realize this was a difficult nut to crack, forcing them to leave, could they claim victory.
But would the King agree? No the palace ministers and the nobles wouldn't agree.
They couldn't endure hardship.
They would rather humbly beg Germa for peace than accept becoming a guerrilla force or leading their people in a life of constant anxiety and fighting.
Even Shin himself wouldn't agree to such a scenario.
The purpose of an arms dealer is not world peace.
On the contrary, it is to ensure the world is never peaceful.
He was not some benevolent Santa Claus.
He would smile and provide weapons to rich customers.
As for the poor... good luck to them.
He chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Why was he being so sentimental here? He was an arms dealer now, a true merchant of death.
The sparks of war had already been sown; there was no need to pretend to be a hypocritical good person.
He took out a cigar, clumsily cut the tip, lit it, and took a deep puff.
As he exhaled the smoke, he smiled.
"Heh, what a beautiful world."
He stretched out his hand, and ash fell like snow from the sky.
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