Chapter 81: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The hall instantly exploded into an uproar.

Just the rations for four hundred thousand private soldiers and one million people for a year—this hand could not be called anything less than extravagant.

Compared to this, the Gruman Family's earlier quote was like a beggar's alms.

But what shocked everyone even more was the last one: the Holy Knight.

As the pillar of the Saint Galus Family, they are family elites qualified to pilot Knight Mechas.

And beside each Holy Knight, there are usually two Giant Bear Knights as support.

They pilot "Squire-class" Knight Mechas; their combat power is slightly weaker than Knight Mechas, but they are still heavy hitters on the battlefield.

And rumor has it that Leo Saint Galus on the front lines already has a Holy Knight protecting him.

In other words, Karadong has dispatched at least six Knight Mechas this time!

What does that mean?

One Patrol-type Knight Mecha on the Front Battlefield can easily tear apart a regiment of Leman Russ Tanks.

Karadong really went all out this time.

Amidst everyone's shock, their gazes involuntarily turned to another person: Keli Feng.

Now, he is the only one left in the whole room who hasn't "quoted."

What kind of "sincerity" will this new Governor give?

What kind of "sincerity" can he give?

They want to see just how much this "Emperor's Chosen" actually weighs.

Lin En sat there, his expression unchanged, but in his heart he had already cursed Karadong's entire family.

These people's "quotes" are basically based on their own strength and status.

For example, the Gruman Family is slightly stronger, so they quoted a higher amount.

The Stone Family is slightly weaker, so they quoted a slightly lower amount.

The Industrial Alliance lacks food but has plenty of equipment, so they gave equipment.

The Wasteland Walkers lack equipment and food, but they have many people, so they gave people.

And Karadong directly raised the "quote" to an exaggerated height, but one that just happened to be within his means.

Carter just transferred five hundred thousand PDF elites back to him; they are his only hard power right now.

If he quotes those five hundred thousand, it would just fit his identity and status.

But then he would lose the capital to win over the Zake Faction.

Without military backing, how could the Zake Faction willingly be his "piggy bank"?

But if he doesn't quote, or quotes too low.

Then the prestige of this new Governor would be finished.

The Noble Council would definitely make a big deal out of this, shaping him into a selfish villain who "only cares about himself, not the big picture."

By then, forget about winning over small and medium nobles; even the PDF under Carter would look at him with colored glasses.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Lin En raised his wine cup and took another sip.

Seemingly steady as an old dog, but at this moment his brain was running madly.

Carter, sitting beside him, also rarely raised his wine cup and took a sip.

This Chief Executive's expression was grave.

He also realized something was wrong.

"There's a traitor!"

His troop mobilization order had been sent out less than half a day ago, and Karadong already knew.

This old thing's "quote" just happened to be under five hundred thousand; he didn't even bother pretending.

Carter glanced at Lin En.

He was very curious how this young Governor would break the deadlock.

Everyone in the hall was waiting for Lin En to speak.

At this moment, he was like a lamb being roasted over a fire.

Although it hurt, he couldn't make a sound.

Finally, he raised his head, a generous smile on his face, and raised one finger.

"I support six hundred thousand PDF!"

"Plus rations for one and a half million people for half a year!"

The words fell.

The hall first fell silent, then...

"Good!"

"Governor Sir is generous!"

"Worthy of being the Emperor's Chosen!"

Cheers, applause, and flattery erupted in an instant.

The nobles all wore smiles on their faces and spoke fine words.

But their eyes were full of mockery.

Six hundred thousand PDF plus half a year's rations for one and a half million people?

This new governor is indeed a greenhorn.

To suppress Karadong, he not only threw out all five hundred thousand troops he had just acquired, but also staked the Governor's Mansion's reserves.

Foolish, too foolish!

It seems even the God Emperor makes mistakes sometimes.

This person is not worth fearing at all.

Everyone thought this in their hearts, and the smiles on their faces became more "sincere."

Karadong sat in the main seat, a smile of success at the corner of his mouth.

But the next second, Lin En spoke again.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

His voice suppressed all the noise.

The hall fell silent again, and everyone looked at him quietly.

Lin En stood up, his face bearing an expression of pity for the world.

"You are all the pillars of Brevis."

"For the survival of Brevis, you have truly poured your hearts out."

"But I just roughly counted."

"The scale of the entire support army is close to five million regular troops, plus ten million auxiliary militia."

"Totaling fifteen million people."

He looked at everyone, his tone becoming heavy.

"My hometown has a saying: 'An army without a general does not move, a snake without a head does not advance.'"

"No matter how strong an army is, without a backbone, it is still scattered sand."

"Seven million scattered sand thrown onto the battlefield will not only fail to help the front line, but will instead add chaos."

His gaze swept over the entire hall.

"And commanding seven million troops, coordinating logistics, managing various units, formulating strategy—this is no simple matter."

"It requires sufficient prestige and sufficient status, as well as..."

He emphasized his tone: "The Emperor's recognition."

Karadong's heart skipped a beat.

"Not good!"

This brat's mind is not at all on keeping his own five hundred thousand men!

Karadong was about to speak, but Lin En was faster.

"So."

Lin En straightened his back, his voice suddenly rising, carrying undeniable dignity:

"I, Kerry·Feng, as the Planetary Governor of Brevis."

"This heavy responsibility, I cannot shirk!"

"I will personally serve as the Supreme Commander of this support army, go to the Frost Ban Wall, command operations, and resist the Green Skins!"

"In the name of the Emperor, I will not fail Brevis!"

"Victory or death!"

The voice fell.

Everyone was stunned.

They looked at Lin En, at this young man they had just mocked in their hearts.

There was only one thought in their minds:

Damn, it can be played like this?

Trading five hundred thousand troops for command authority over fifteen million?

What the hell is this move?!

Carter sat beside Lin En, the wine cup in his hand suspended in midair.

This usually stern Chief Executive could not help but reveal a smile of admiration.

"Excellent!"

"This counter-move is too excellent!"

Not only perfectly resolving the crisis, but also using the Noble Council's momentum to build his own power.

With command authority over this fifteen million army, Lin En's status in Brevis will be completely consolidated.

Those forces still watching will also unhesitatingly turn to the Governor's Mansion.

Seeing some nobles open their mouths to refute Lin En's proposal and recommend others to serve as commander.

Carter put down his wine cup, took a deep breath, and then stood up.

His voice was as stern as ever:

"Governor Kerry·Feng, as the legal supreme ruler of Brevis."

"If you can personally lead the army and win a great war."

"It will be of great help to the now scattered hearts of the Main Hive!"

He deliberately used the two words "Supreme," pointing at the one seated in the main seat who claimed to be Brevis's first-rate person.

"And."

His gaze was like a blade, sweeping over those who had just voiced opposition.

"Governor Sir is the Emperor's Divine Chosen; his talent and loyalty must surely have received the God Emperor's recognition."

"Gentlemen, are you doubting the God Emperor's judgment?"

No one present dared speak anymore.

Lin En wished he could applaud his own Second-in-Command at the Governor's Mansion right now.

Slap a hat on first, then line up sides—the old generation's tactics remain the same!

Doubt the God Emperor's judgment in public?

Who dares?

So many State Religion Bishops are watching on the spot.

And who knows which Attendant might be from the Tribunal.

Who dares jump out now and say "I don't accept it"?

That's like writing on one's face "I am a Heretic, come burn me."