The Empire's industrial base was already on track, and various high-tech research institutes had also begun to operate.
What Lu Ming was going to do next was to kill his soldiers.
Although he already had 100,000 Krieg Death Corps, this number sounded very scary.
However, upon careful thought, he realized that the so-called 100,000 Krieg soldiers were simply not enough.
One had to know that these 100,000 Krieg were the entire defense force of Planet Tyla.
A planet with only 100,000 troops was unrealistic anywhere.
If it was a 100,000-strong Astarte army, Lu Ming would not be worried about anything.
Unfortunately, he didn't have any Astarte warriors.
With the current level of technology in the Imperium, it was impossible to guarantee that the nineteen surgeries to transform Astarte would be completed.
And Lu Ming was not so crazy as to use his own people to do so-called live experiments.
Lu Ming learned about the development of the empire in detail, then had a simple lunch in the palace hall.
Then, he followed Shi Mu to the Empire's standard military factory.
The carriages that represented the imperial power drove through the streets, and the pedestrians on the streets stopped to watch.
These people looked at the convoy with fanaticism and worship.
In the car, Lu Ming sat in the back.
Looking at the scene outside through the car window, he sighed in his heart.
These were his own people, a group of the most adorable people.
Ever since he became the master of the planet, he had not increased any benefits for the native races of this planet.
It did not significantly improve their lives.
On the contrary, Lu Ming's future expansion plan had affected the living standards of the people to a certain extent.
To put it simply, it reduced the happiness of the people.
But even so, these people still maintained a hundred percent respect for the emperor they had never met before.
Looking at the people on both sides of the street who stopped to salute, Lu Ming felt a little uncomfortable.
F * ck those low-level races!
If the human race was a low-level race, then what kind of race was worthy of being called a mid-level or high-level race?
The convoy soon left the capital of Holy Tyla Empire, Tyla City.
After leaving the Imperial Capital, the convoy traveled along the road for about two hours before finally arriving at the Empire's first standard military factory.
"Your Majesty, we have arrived."
In the car, Pi called Lu Ming softly and woke him up.
Last night, after thinking about the future of the Empire for half a day, he arrived at the Endless Star through the teleportation gate.
Since yesterday, Lu Ming had not rested much.
Therefore, after leaving Tyla City, he fell asleep unknowingly.
"Oh?" Lu Ming opened his sleepy eyes and looked out the window."We're here?"
Through the car window, a tall alloy door greeted his eyes.
At this moment, there were already many people standing in two rows at the door.
Lu Ming got out of the car with Jiao and looked up at the Imperial Military Factory in front of him.
It had to be said that this military factory suited Lu Ming's appetite very well.
Just the metal door in front of him was 50 meters tall.
The reason why such a large metal door was built was to facilitate the entry and exit of the dynasty's weapons and equipment.
After all, according to the weapons and equipment recorded in the Pi think tank, there were many huge objects that were more than 50 meters tall.
Of course, it would take time to research those behemoths, and the dynasty could not produce them at its current level.
Therefore, a height of 50 meters was enough for Lu Ming to use at this stage.
"Lucian greets the great and supreme Emperor.”
A military officer in the Empire's uniform walked out of the formation and saluted Lu Ming.
"Your Majesty, Lucian is the general manager of the Imperial Military Factory.”
It was a good time to remind Lu Ming to avoid the awkward situation where Lu Ming didn't know Lu Sen.
Lu Ming glanced at Lu Sen and nodded in satisfaction.
He had a tough face, a capable temperament, and he had the demeanor of a soldier. It was easy for people to have a good impression of him.
Perhaps it was because he had lived two lives, but Lu Ming hated those fat people from the Empire.
"Show me around the factory."
"Your Majesty, please come in ~"
Lu Sen was straightforward. Before Lu Ming came, he had already made preparations.
After passing through the magnificent gate, Lu Ming and Gui, under Lu Sen's lead, began to tour the newly built military factory that had already entered the production stage.
The factory was densely packed with workshops, and the workers were rushing to and fro.
Under the unified command, everything was carried out in an orderly manner.
"Your Majesty, according to your supreme decree, the military factory will prioritize the production of standard equipment needed by the Krieg Death Corps.”
Lu Sen brought Lu Ming and Gui to the warehouse and opened the hatch. All kinds of weapons were neatly arranged inside.
After Lu Ming left, Pi followed Lu Ming's instructions to build industrial bases, alloy smelters, alloy foundries, and other basic industrial projects.
Among them, the alloy materials produced by the alloy casting factory were first supplied to the standard military factory.
"Your Majesty, this is the Lucius laser gun for the Krieg Death Corps.”
"This laser gun is a single-shot type, and its power is immense. Take the alloy plates processed by the alloy casting factory as an example, the laser gun can penetrate an alloy plate that is one centimeter thick.”
"Because the laser guns are so powerful, each laser gun can only fire 25 shots.”
Lu Ming looked in the direction that Lu Sen was pointing at and saw the laser gun placed at the side of the warehouse.
Although Lucius 'appearance was no different from an ordinary kinetic gun, it had a chamber, a barrel, a stock, and so on.
However, this thing was a real laser weapon.
The Gunslinger had a dark blue base tone, the same color as the coat of Krieg's Death Corps.
There was a slot in front of the gun barrel.
"What is this card slot used for?”
"It's used to hang bayonet for soldiers.”
Lu Ming's eyes twitched when he heard Lucius 'words.
Thinking of Krieg's reckless fighting style, he immediately waved his hand.
"Remove this card slot. In the future, you don't need to bring this card slot with you when you supply Krieg with weapons!”
Since he couldn't change Creg's habit of charging, he would change it physically.
If they didn't have the bayonet, those Krieg would have considered charging.
"But Your Majesty…Isn't this a little inappropriate?"
As soon as Lucian spoke, sweat started to form on his forehead.
Heavens, what am I doing?
I'm actually questioning His Majesty's noble will!
Lu Sen knew Krieg's fighting style, and Lu Ming knew it even better.
Lu Ming sighed after some thought.
"Alright, keep the slots, but don't supply the Kreeger Regiment with the bayonet.”
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