"If you ask me, I may be able to help you." Hamilton, who had been away for a long time, said.

Lorraine had a strange expression on her face: "What? As soon as she was established, the United States couldn't wait to show her sense of existence internationally? Is Spain a suitable partner?"

"This is slander." Hamilton said righteously, "Spain is not a suitable target. Even if it declines, it is not something that America is now afforded."

"It's rare that you know yourself." Lorraine waved her hand and called Monica over, "Tea? Or coffee?"

"Whiskey with ice, thank you."

Monica bowed and turned to prepare wine, and Hamilton was calming his expression.

"I told you last time I met, the states were uneasy about the states that still had a strong army after the war, and believed that it was worthless and would only waste people's taxes."

"The abolition of the Continental Army has always been an important matter of discussion in Congress. Both sides have a great analysis. Mr. Adams hopes to reduce the number of people through reorganization to improve combat effectiveness. Mr. Jefferson hopes to completely abolish the establishment of the Continental Army and the National Guard controlled by each state shall undertake the work of national defense."

Lorraine raised her eyebrows: "Fight for military power?"

"I don't think I understand it?"

"It's not impossible to understand the Confederate thinking, but it's not true that the authority of the central government is so weak, it's a bit beyond my expectations."

The wine came, and Lorraine pushed it casually through the coffee table. Hamilton took it naturally and nodded to Monica to thank him.

"The Federalists have always been committed to forming a strong central government, so we cannot give up the army. But now Congress's arguments are indeed more inclined to state governments. Cut downs are imperative, and the key is how much can be retained."

"A war of support to the Spanish allies is a stage that reflects the good value of the mainland army." Hamilton knocked on the table, "I have a suggestion that you take the initiative to bear the military expenses. I convince Miami to take the supplies and we will bear the pensions ourselves. As long as you nod, I am confident that I can get the authorization of Congress within half a month and at least two grenade regiments can be transferred out?"

"Not really." Lorraine crossed her legs, "The United States will not bring me any benefits. In fact, if we do not consider the friendship between us, the only thing that the Continental Army can bring in is trouble."

"Not to it?" Hamilton opened his mouth, "The three tribes that besieged Miami are all famous tribal alliances in Florida, with a total population of more than 300,000. Although they have not reached the level of a total mobilization, as the losses increase..."

"I won't mobilize." Lorraine slowly raised her wine glass and took a sip. "What Miami wants to show the world is her safety, not her luck, so the war will end before both sides can't bear it, and she will not mobilize."

Hamilton was shocked and inexplicably: "Kenway, you are a lunatic."

"Turning the emotions of all parties in a direction that is beneficial to me is the most basic business consideration and is the duty. I am not a war dealer, and I really can't bear your praise. What's more, don't you plan to use war to retain the army? You are not qualified to say to me."

"It seems to be true that I say so..."

"By the way." Lorraine put down her wine glass, "You're here this time, would you say?"

"Mr. President's itinerary has been set, and he will stay there for three days when he visits Boston on April 10. The President's Defense Department agrees in principle that the President will take Valkyrie, but they have the conditions that, except you, all the crew members of Valkyrie must be replaced with the Navy and Defense Department, which I think is acceptable."

"I don't think so." Lorraine answered immediately without thinking. "The sailor calls the boat hers, and his own boat is like his own woman. No matter how profitable the money is, there is no reason to offer it with both hands."

"But you are still on the boat, aren't you? If you ask, I can fight for you to keep the captain's title."

"I don't need a title," Lorraine refused. "If you are worried about the safety of Mr. President, the president can carry his entourage within the scope permitted by Valkyrie, with 20 people at full capacity."

"I will not give up control of the ship. If you don't want to, please take your own sampan to Boston."

Hamilton's face was covered with black lines: "Lorraine, you know it's hard to communicate!"

"Alisander, you can give up."

"Military power and financial power are the foundation of a strong government and my lifelong pursuit. How could I give up!"

"Then please convince them to give in." Lorraine swears with her chest straight, "Don't forget that if our memorandum is approved by the U.S. Congress, I will become a core member of the Mint Committee and a major shareholder of the First Bank."

“As the future wallet of America, it’s natural for me to ask for trust.”

...

The cruelty of war is taken for granted.

The Indians in front of them retreated like a tide, and the desolate grassland that had been burned by raw fire several times was left with only the smoke and remains of the setting sun.

Mayor Dipuyani heard the order from the flag to move forward, which meant that the front line had received a request from the Indians to clean the battlefield, and another day of battle was over. Next, the battlefield belonged to the laborers of both sides.

"Captain Ayami, let the third and fourth companies take over the defense line in an orderly manner, and complete the defense replacement within one hour. The eighth and tenth companies are the second echelons."

"Yes, sir!"

Cleaning the battlefield is an absolute peace time on the battlefield, representing the glory of human nature and civilization, for example, it is the best time for defenders to change defenses.

This is actually very magical.

It is clearly not driven by powerful power, and there is no costly punishment for violating it, but it is executed well. It does not matter whether it is culture or cultivation. It recognizes its rationality in wars around the world. It is still a battlefield where both sides are adjacent to the attack and defense, which is still a victory.

Objective reasons are naturally their main cause.

For example, the grasslands as the battlefield are the land where both parties live together. Burning will cause trouble to future life, so the work of extinguishing fires must be timely.

For example, in spring when the weather is warm, corpses are prone to rot and deterioration, breeding plagues. In order for soldiers to die in the healthiest state, collecting corpses is also a timely work.

In short, maintaining restraint during the battlefield cleaning is a common and recognized obligation of both offensive and defense. No one has any reason to break it. The commander also needs time to relax and adjust his state.

The change of duty took less than half an hour to complete. Dipuyani looked at the men who were working diligently on the battlefield with a complicated expression and sighed with emotion.

"Captain Ayami, today...it's the 15th day?"

"The first battle on January 26th is February 11th, and today is 3 days away from St. Valen's Day. To be precise, it is the 16th day of the war."

"So St. Valen's Day is coming soon..."

St. Valentine's Day is Valentine's Day. In the 3rd century AD, the Roman Empire experienced a total crisis.

The economy is in decline, the rule is corrupt, the society is in turmoil, and the people are resisting one after another.

In order to maintain their rule, the aristocratic class used brutal means to suppress the people and Christians.

At that time, Valentine, a believer, was arrested and imprisoned during the repression.

In prison, instead of singing God devoutly, he devoted most of his energy to the warden's young and beautiful daughter.

It is hard to say that the warden's young and beautiful daughter had any reason to go to prison often, but the story records that they did fall in love. Valentine and the warden's daughter loved each other, and in prison, the holy Christian was taken care of by the lady in jail.

But good days will eventually come to an end.

One day, the ruling class ordered Valentine to be executed. Before the execution, he wrote a long suicide note to the warden's daughter, showing his open and honest thoughts and deep attachment to the warden's daughter, and by the way, he mentioned without a trace that he was innocent.

The love letter was handed intact to the warden's daughter and was not inspected like most letters.

On February 14, 270 AD, Valentine was officially sentenced to death. In order to commemorate his deeds for justice and pure love, Christians designated the day when he was sentenced as "St. Valentine's Day", also known as "Valentine's Day".

Dipuyani laughed helplessly: "I have been focusing on war recently, and I have forgotten such an important day..."

"Commander, do you want to prepare roses for you in advance? I think it's just Valentine's Day, you can go back and accompany your wife..."

"I can go back, can't the soldiers go back?" Dipuyani shook his head, "The soldiers miss home. The morale of the army has been sluggish these days, and even the civilians carrying bags and corpses cannot compare to..."

"Those civilians..." Captain Amia wanted to speak but stopped.

"What's wrong with the civil servant?"

"A few days ago, the Drake Chamber of Commerce paid its first salary for the civilians. I heard that not only did it say that the octagon gold coins were good, but the civilians also received letters from their families, especially those who performed well, and seemed to have received additional education vouchers from Drake School."

“Educational Voucher?”

"It is equivalent to a scholarship dedicated to Drake's school, which can be redeemed for three years of tuition and miscellaneous expenses, and even living allowances."

Dipuyani gritted his teeth when he heard this: "Our soldiers were bleeding on the front line, but the Drake Chamber of Commerce still did not forget to win people's hearts! What about I want the civilian army they organized?"

"It's still rejection." Captain Amia's expression was a bit strange, "but the Baishang Federation led by Drake provided a batch of weapons to the Line Corps stationed at the mouth of the River Corps. After being armed, the Line Corps had reached the standard of the Grenadier Corps in terms of equipment, but the training could not keep up for the time being, so..."

"Puyani lowered his head dejectedly, "If you lack training, make up for it. The Indians have recently added troops. Only rely on the grenades, our blood will quickly dry out."

"Commander, what if the Corps of the Lines are transferred up, what if the Indians detour, what should I do if the defense of the Hakou District?"

"Didn't Lorraine Drake say that his army will guard the Drake Chamber of Commerce's industries? The industries that belong to Drake in Miami are not only in Jackdaw and the Academy, but also in large areas of Drake communities in the Estuary District."

"The defense there is left to him! Now we need to think about victory without distractions, and we don't care about anything else."
Chapter completed!