"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Gray, and I am a regiment commander among the Space Marines under the Lord of the Stars."
Gray's expression turned solemn, the smile fading from his face as he spoke seriously to Tyberos:
"As for whether I am qualified to recruit you, I can tell you with certainty that I am.
A Chapter Master like you would only rank as a battalion commander on our side. A battalion commander commands one thousand Space Marines, while a company commander commands ten thousand Space Marines.
As a regiment commander, I can command one hundred thousand Space Marines. However, we are currently still in a period of development, so only two companies are at full strength."
Although Gray's words were exceedingly calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
To Tyberos, they struck like a bolt from the blue. A Space Marine regiment commander could command one hundred thousand Space Marines? Such a force was already comparable to a Legion Master from the old Legion era.
"You actually command one hundred thousand Space Marines?"
Tyberos looked at Gray in astonishment, clearly shocked by his words.
"No, there are only a little over twenty thousand at present, not one hundred thousand Space Marines."
Gray solemnly corrected the mistake in Tyberos's words.
Gray was merely stating the truth, but to Tyberos, it sounded like boasting.
There were only a little over twenty thousand now, but with the other side's powerful military strength, expanding to one hundred thousand should not be a problem.
For officers with ambition, as long as they were free from logistical and other pressures, who would not want as many soldiers under their command as possible? That was how they could earn greater merit.
Reputation and glory were things virtually no soldier could abandon, and what