mesbooks Chapter 288 Preheating
Chapter 288 Preheating
Chapter 288 Preheating
After the bloody, crazy, and painful massacre, the air of the entire artificial world was filled with a suffocating smell of blood. That feeling mobilized many lunatics, cultists, heretics, mutants, and lawless elements here. At the same time, the baron left behind The huge wealth can more than double Alan Bayer's short-term wealth. It is hard to imagine how rich a family business that has been in operation for thousands of years can be.
That kind of wealth is the accumulation of countless flesh and blood, time, and it is not great. Even the Baron himself keeps spreading his children outward, praying to get rid of this cursed place, but with little success...
Now he doesn't need to worry at all, it's gratifying, but at the same time people often overlook one thing, that is, the imperial guards are never good people, this is often forgotten by the citizens of the empire, in this dark world full of betrayal and distortion The universe, unrealized by many ordinary people, may even be the enemy of the Empire itself.
The projectile of the laser gun will eventually fall on whose head does not depend on whether he is pious, but whether he is loyal and capable enough to be involuntary, and there are too many such things in this universe.
There are not many people favored by the emperor, but there are too many loyal men and women. In the end, countless tragedies are staged, and the curtain ends with a chicken feather, which is cruel and sad.
For example, in the city of this fortress, in the dark corners of this fortress, there are evil people twisting their mutated bodies to offer tribute to the shrines of the gods, and there are also the most lawless people who use violence to engulf the people.
Sin is as natural as moss in this metal-forged world, which is smaller, stronger, and more compact than normal nests, and at the same time, it is also dirtier and more unexpected.
Now the imperial guards are secretly controlling here, but the lord's documents are still coming out. Some people are troubled by the sudden disappearance of their relatives who work in the castle, but they don't dare to trample on the majesty of the lord, so they can only swallow their anger.
The baron’s many atrocities became the best cover for the Imperial Guard. The ships were still coming in and out, the smuggling was constant, and the filth was still there. At the same time, a large amount of income was replaced by fuel, food and other items. For marching, for war, three for a disgusting, vicious, and horrific plan.
Generally speaking, the situation inside the castle is similar to usual. When the corpses were cleaned up and the blood was wiped off, the imperial guards changed into the clothes of servants and guards, pretending that the place was still lively, but now the hall inside the castle is not the baron alone, but The Imperial Guard, all the high-level members of the Skadi [-]th Infantry Regiment, and they also "defiled" this place quite a bit.
Those complicated communication pipelines covered the entire ground, temporary signal stations were erected on the heights of the castle, the beautiful marble floor was full of war oil, and the large strategic deployment map covered the elegant landscape ink painting.
The former elegance and luxury here have completely disappeared. Compared with elegance and comfort, those warriors who climbed out of hell prefer practicality, because they don't know when this land will turn into a purgatory on earth.
Pragmatism is the greatness of the empire and the tragedy of the empire. When those who take the banner of sacrifice as a matter of course to promote people to go to hell for no reason, they are quite "practical". Those sacrifices are the cornerstone of the establishment and continuation of the empire, but this is enough. The huge political body of ten thousand years has been gradually distorted in such a long time.
Many effective long-term investments are regarded as impractical, short-term cultivation has become the mainstream of the empire, and now the only systematic institutions that can invest a lot of time to change a person are probably religion and military. This empire is now like a deformity, although The Emperor still loved it, but such a child would face harsh reality.
Alan Bair can change it, but the vast territory of the entire empire makes this impossible. His war career of nearly ten years is not even one-tenth of the limit star field. If the life extension equipment is used to enlarge it to 500 Years later, the scale grew to its limit, and the flickering life and soul of a mortal was as bright as a candlelight for this ancient empire.
However, he chose his own method, and now is the time to implement those methods. He does not want to be a hero of the empire, but only wants the living people he can witness in front of him to live a better life. He sits on the long table, Skadi The heroes are lined up in order of seniority, from the most familiar faces to slightly unfamiliar friends, but everything here is so familiar to Alan Bair and can be grasped within reach.
The strangest thing here is not those people, but a female pirate standing beside Alan Bair, who is also the Cold War broker on that ship. Many veterans wonder why she is there, but given Alan Bair's By default, they did not speak.
The lord is sitting on it, and people are facing him. Like the Knights of the Round Table in ancient legends, this violent military organization has also achieved a considerable degree of independence at this moment.
In this way, Alan Bayer opened his mouth and put forward his needs to those loyal and powerful people, and he also believed that the Skadi people would continue to fulfill them. "We have to rest for a while, the soldiers need to maintain their best condition, stock up on food, ammunition, fuel, and at the same time I have another plan that needs time to proceed."
"Speaking of this strategy, I have to mention the cold trade broker who advised me, Ms. Agnes Morissette, who gave me inspiration, advice, and a lot of help." His tone was a bit strange, as if Didn't like it.
After he finished speaking, the woman who had nothing to do with politeness bowed respectfully, but compared to this somewhat awkward bow, the way she used the pistol was more charming.
"The lord appreciates the prize. I just donated my meager strength to the powerful Skadi Legion. My strategy does not work without your fighting power."
After listening to Alan Bayer, he only felt that the polite words were almost enough. He is not a trial court here, and it will not be so complicated. He keeps kicking the ball and typing code words. "Well, first of all, let me briefly explain the main goal of the next step, which is to reduce taxes at this commercial port. The previous tax revenue is about 20%, which is quite a huge profit. It can be exchanged for equivalents or throne coins. "
"There are probably two other ports from here to the Wandering Port, and the taxes are gradually reduced. Businessmen commonly call this place "pay half". Such high taxes are a basic guarantee of safety and extremely high returns for reaching the destination."
Alan Bair looked at the ensign. "Second Lieutenant, how much was a piece of bread during Skadi's most difficult days?"
The second lieutenant answered like a few treasures. "Almost 9 credit points issued by the lord, that is, 112 pieces of large bread can be exchanged for a whole throne coin. This is in winter. If it is a good season or a cargo ship has just been dumped, it will be 6 to 7 credit points. Compared with Below the price of brown bread or starch fast can reach only one credit."
Alan Baier nodded. "That's right, there are class differences in food in the empire. The price of what the poor eat is nine times that of the rich. If you are a businessman, you must sell natural food to the rich and powerful."
"And such a bag of high-grade flour can be exchanged for a throne coin in Port Roaming, which is equivalent to a high-explosive projectile of Lemanus!"
"A throne coin?" Little Raitlin had never seen a big money in his life, and couldn't help but read it excitedly, as if this word was incredible, but under the premise of a huge lord's trade monopoly and the difficulty of transportation in the universe, food is roaming around. This is the status of Hong Kong.
The chief of staff was more concerned about another matter. "So, the civilians there..."
"Recycled food, I have personally tasted it for many years, and it is unforgettable." The manager next to Alan Bayer said, she is a roaming Hong Kong person, and she was beaten out of the ground, and recycled food is excrement High temperature and high pressure reshape…
At this moment, the officers here are all silent. They know very well what this kind of hell looks like. This is the hive capital, but Wandering Port is obviously better.
Alan Baier spoke now. "If we rely on the huge wealth accumulated by the lord here to purchase a large amount of food, we can earn it at the price of a bag of one-sixth of a throne coin, excluding the travel time and transportation loss of the remaining two fortresses, there are still layers Even one-sixth of those merchants will gladly accept taxation that exploits the upper echelon!"
The chief of staff spoke. "But this will cause irreversible damage to the fragile food industry here, and at the same time lead to an inhumane famine, and lords from all over the world will also come to look for the baron here because of that hunger..."
Alan Baier nodded. "Although our powerful Imperial Guard warships can't deal with the cooperation of lords, they are not afraid of a single lord coming. If we attack other areas, let's not say that the fortress is strong, but that we will make the lords here united if we are exposed. Branches are enough trouble."
"In contrast, the massive purchase of food will cause the lords of various places to start to suspect each other and fight among themselves, and those who are smarter, capable and discover our existence will also rely on the so-called agreement of the nobles to ask for an alliance or let us give up the current things. Because they think we're that hapless baron."
The Raitlin kid was a little merciful, he spoke when everyone was silent because of this plan. "That would starve a lot of people...boss..."
Alan Baier replied. "So I put forward this opinion, and I just put forward that obedience is the foundation of soldiers, but I don't ask you to obey. We have tens of millions of plans, or even more. Although I can't think of a way to reduce losses, I think your Ideas matter too."
"Second Lieutenant, how many battles have you fought with me? You should know that I don't like to make things difficult for the citizens of the empire. Chief of Staff, you have been serving since before my training. You should understand what the most precious treasure in this world is."
"Master Chief, Raitling Kid, Captain, you are all mighty heroes of the Empire, and you should know that it's not just the Empire that needs us."
"I'm here to ask again, does anyone disagree?"
Silence, on one side are the brothers of the Imperial Guard, and on the other side are hundreds of millions of lives that have never met before. In this cruel universe, the Skadi people have not much conscience and humanity left to bind them, but now the people killed by this plan, they I can't see it, I can't feel it, is it a frontal war, or is the blood of innocent people exchanged for a better war situation?
They are not saints, brothers, and troublemakers who betrayed the empire. Basically, there is no need to choose this, but only kid Raitlin firmly says you. "Boss, no!"
And when the little rat man looked at the others with full expectation, he was only silent, but he didn't quite understand, did those ordinary innocent people make mistakes, and why did his lord punish them like this?
He was a little taken aback and hesitated, but after a few seconds of silence, he shouted again. "I said, I object!"
He knows better than anyone what it feels like to be hungry. He loves peace more than anyone else. He has a free and undisciplined personality, but he understands better than most people in the empire. It’s just that he is destined not to achieve great things. Unfortunately...
But before he was completely disappointed, his best friend here spoke up, Sergeant Catachan, a man who was also as lonely as him and could be called a "sub-human". "I, too, don't agree, sir..."
"Apes and rat-men." Alan Baier smiled at the same time, but even so, others did not continue to speak. Obviously, the Skadi people have had enough of death and sacrifice, and as a lord, Alan Baier always takes priority. Think about your own people...
"Miss Manager, go get ready." He said helplessly. He naturally has a sense of responsibility for the common people in the world, but this sense of responsibility can only be avoided in front of the only "family" in this world. For Skadi, he You can be a demon, one at a time, until the stars go out and the universe heats up.
And this pirate agent is very happy, because she can directly become a high-ranking charter captain through this large gathering of rare goods and liveable business, and even form her own business empire, and even become the lord of a fortress. A complete class jump, while helping the Lord of Skadi gives her even more benefits than those combined.
Even if this would cause her to carry tens of thousands of hundreds of millions of souls, causing countless families to be torn apart, and several worlds to be littered with corpses, so what?
All she knows is that once she succeeds, she will die.
But Raitlin kid is not happy. Of course, this plan is also beneficial to him. Here he will get all kinds of food from the entire Limit Starfield, and even reach the point of being exaggeratedly rich. His hobbies and cooking skills will be even better. To the next level, but is this right?
He tried not to think, as much as possible, because no one in this dark universe has the energy to think about anything other than living, not even the Emperor...
The meeting broke up unhappy because of this. The people of Skadi have a conscience. This is good and bad. They are too kind to destroy the world in a brutal way, so they are both strong and weak because of it.
But now it seems that they have no turning back, they can only bear the burning fire for the emperor, until their souls fly away and their flesh rots.
(End of this chapter)