Hiss!
Eighty thousand!
An Expeditionary Force?
What kind of military operation was this?
Mobilizing an Expeditionary Force of eighty thousand was practically equivalent to Gamma World sending out its entire strength.
"This..."
"This will not do! An Expeditionary Force of eighty thousand would remove nearly seventy percent of Gamma World's forces. With only thirty percent left, how could we stand against the enemy?"
"What if enemies attacked while Gamma World only had a few tens of thousands of Expeditionary Force troops left? That would be far too dangerous."
"Exactly. Just thinking about that makes me feel unsafe."
"My lord, eighty thousand Expeditionary Force troops are too many. We cannot leave only forty or fifty thousand Expeditionary Force troops behind to defend our home. That is far too unsafe."
The moment Cisrain finished speaking, everyone else immediately rose to object.
They were far too anxious.
An Expeditionary Force of eighty thousand, leaving only fifty thousand cans at home.
And those fifty thousand cans were all recruits.
This was far too nerve-racking.
What if enemies charged in?
How were their fifty thousand cans supposed to fight those enemies?
Malcador's eyelids twitched beside them.
Hearing how frightened they were, he had thought Cisrain had really sent every single can out.
Not one left behind.
But in the end...
There were still fifty thousand at home.
What did fifty thousand even mean?
If you people ever expanded yourselves...
There would have long been no place for Chaos, xenos, or anything else.
Were you really refusing to leave home unless you had stockpiled enough troops to become invincible?
Malcador had no idea what they were anxious about.
With so many Expeditionary Force troops being sent out, the ones who should be anxious were everyone else.
After all, back in the Empire's day, a single army