Chapter 86: Warhammer 40,000: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Governor's Mansion, Operations Conference Room.

Lin En stood before the massive holographic sand table, watching the light points representing armies upon it.

Fourteen million—this would be the first batch of troops sent to reinforce the Frost Ban Wall, and thus named the Brevis Vanguard Army.

Lin En served as Vanguard Commander of the Brevis Vanguard Army, commanding the entire force.

Fourteen million—that number sounded enormous.

But in a world like Warhammer 40,000 where lives were worthless, it hardly counted as a large-scale troop.

"Vanguard Army First Legion, three million strong, departed yesterday."

Gus stood at his side, holding a data slate, his tone grave:

"Commanded by Major General Harold, under Commander Carter of the PDF Third Legion."

"According to plan, they will travel along the 'North Line Ice Road' to the Frost Ban Wall, expected to reach the front line in seven days."

Lin En nodded, his gaze falling on the winding blue path on the sand table.

"And the other legions?"

"The Second Legion departs in three days, taking the 'Middle Line Canyon'."

"The Third Legion in five days, taking the 'South Line Plain'."

"The remaining three legions serve as reserve force, standing by at the Main Hive, to be committed in batches according to front-line conditions."

Gus added:

"Also, per your order, Overseer Tom (Butcher) has already recruited 'volunteers' for the Vanguard Army in the Lower City."

"Over two million have signed up so far, now undergoing basic training."

"The first batch of equipment produced by the Ryan Guild will be prioritized for them."

Lin En grunted an affirmative.

He reached out, swiped across the screen, and opened the detailed information for each legion.

Unit designations, commanders, equipment levels, training standards.

The more Lin En looked, the tighter his brow furrowed.

"The problem is serious."

"Fourteen million looks impressive, but those with real combat power may not exceed three million."

"The remaining eleven million are mostly noble private soldiers with decent equipment, but lacking coordinated training, each fighting on their own."

"And the militia—morale is passable, but equipment is crude and training insufficient."

"Throwing such troops against the Green Skin is just sending them to die."

Gus fell silent; he of course knew Lin En spoke the truth.

But this was the current state of Brevis.

A Nest Capital hollowed out by internal consumption, on the verge of collapse, being able to scrape together such an army was already the limit.

"So," Lin En continued, "I made some adjustments."

He tapped a few times on the data slate, called up an encrypted document, and handed it to Gus.

Gus took it and skimmed quickly.

His expression gradually changed.

"My Lord, you had that 'Infected' one infect all officers at company level and below?"

The document showed that among the three million of the Vanguard Army First Legion, all company commanders, platoon leaders, and squad leaders had been marked with a red label.

This indicated they had all been infected by the Gene Thief specially crafted by Lena No. 2.

They retained their knowledge and abilities from life, but were now completely loyal to Lena.

Lin En looked at Gus's expression and smiled.

"Rest assured, they're not dead—just made more 'reliable'."

"Their abilities may not be enhanced, but they will be absolutely loyal to me."

Gus hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping.

"And the high-ranking officers?" he changed the subject.

"Untouched," Lin En said. "Brigade commanders and above are mostly Carter's men or members of the Noble Council."

"They receive the State Religion's baptism every week; moving against them would easily cause problems."

"Grassroots officers are different—they are numerous, of low status, and harder to detect."

"And what truly determines who a troop listens to is often not the general, but the company commanders who lead the soldiers in charging."

Gus understood—this was the safest and most effective means of control.

Control the grassroots, and you control the entire army.

"But," he still had doubts, "if the Noble Council side discovers..."

"They won't discover it," Lin En interrupted him.

"At least not in the short term."

"These 'officers' all retain their memories and know how to play their part well before outsiders."

"Once the fighting starts at the front, who has the mind to check whether a company commander or platoon leader has problems?"

Gus thought about it and nodded.

Indeed, the battlefield is the most chaotic place, and also the best place to fish in troubled waters.

Lin En's gaze looked toward the distance; he knew Brevis didn't have much time left.

But he still chose to constantly send these troops with little combat power to the front line.

This was actually a card-drawing action.

With more than ten million people, there will always be a few gold cards.

Even if you don't win the prize, veterans who survive several wars will also form a qualified combat power.

Three days later.

The Vanguard Army Second Legion departed.

Lin En personally accompanied the army.

The affairs of the Governor's Mansion were handed over to Carter to manage, with "Isud" as the Governor's Wife responsible for handling internal affairs.

Gus was originally also required to stay at the Governor's Mansion.

But he felt that working together with "Isud" gave him a sense of "the most familiar stranger."

He was really bored to death, so he chose to hard-follow along.

Lin En thought about it and agreed.

Although Gus was timid, he was indeed a qualified Deputy Officer, familiar with Noble etiquette and skilled at Clerk work.

And Lin En also planned to cultivate his own power, temper Gus a bit, which wasn't bad either.

Thus, the three million strong army of the Second Legion, amidst the sky-filling wind and snow, left the Main Hive.

Lin En sat inside a reinforced Chimera Command Vehicle, looking out the Window.

The mighty Team, like a gray Dragon, wound its way forward across the Ice Plains.

The Roaring of the Vehicles, the Footsteps of the soldiers, the sounds of wind and snow mixed together, forming a special marching song.

Dou Dou sat opposite him, clumsily maintaining his Power Hammer.

Gus shrank in the Corner, wrapped in a thick blanket, his face pale.

"Adult, do we really have to go to the Front Line?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"Isn't commanding from the Governor's Mansion the same?"

"Not the same." Lin En didn't look back.

"Sitting in the Office, all you see are dots and lines on the map."

"Only by standing at the Front Line can you smell the scent of blood, hear the sounds of death, and feel the weight of war."

"And only by personally going on expedition can I bring enough Morale to the front line."

"Only my victory can bring new hope to Brevis."

Gus nodded blankly and began to ponder life.

Lin En no longer paid attention to him, lowering his head to look at the Data Slate in his hand.

Above was the latest intelligence on the Green Skin transmitted back by the First Legion at the Front Line.

【Duli Duli Orc Cluster, Main Clan: Weizhen Clan】

Characteristics:

1. Physiques generally "develop horizontally," with protruding abdomens, but extremely high muscle density, strength far exceeding conventional recorded Green Skin.

2. When fighting, they carry a specially made starch food, temporarily named "Stew Pot," brewed from Squig and special fungi.

3. After eating "Stew Pot," Green Skin Combat Power significantly increases, wound healing speeds up, triggering Rampage effects.】

Lin En looked at these few lines of text, his Eyebrows furrowing tighter and tighter.

"Stew Pot"?

He thought there seemed to be similar food in his previous life, and it seemed quite famous online as well.

He flipped down and saw a blurry picture.

It was taken by a reconnaissance unit with a telephoto lens, the image quality was very poor, but some details could still be seen.

A huge silhouette, sitting among a pile of food, or rather Green Skin food.

It wore yellow-and-black colored Warlord Armor, Height over Five Meters, body bloated like a ball of flesh.

Holding a large piece of meat still dripping blood in its hand, stuffing it into its mouth.

Below the picture was a label:

【Suspected Weizhen Clan War Boss--Dawu Dai·Aligede.

Characteristics: Extremely gluttonous, almost constantly eating.

Abilities: Unknown, but all Green Skin near it become abnormally hungry and strong.

Note: This target rarely leaves the Dolido Agricultural World, spending most of its time "managing" its food industry】

Lin En stared at that picture for a long time.

Then he cursed in a low voice:

"Damn, a Green Skin Warlord doing 'gourmet food'?"

What is this?

"Warhammer on the Tip of the Tongue"?

He rubbed his temples, feeling his Brain a bit muddled.

Before Transmigration, he had seen all sorts of strange Green Skin, those into technology, those learning Witchcraft, even those believing in the Emperor.

But those passionate about gourmet food, he was truly seeing for the first time.

"Adult?" Gus spoke cautiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Lin En shook his head and turned off the Data Slate.

"Nothing."

"It's just that I feel this world is becoming more and more fantastical."