After learning of the planetary governor's request, Li Qinwu found himself in a difficult position.
He did have mid- and high-ranking officers on hand, mainly because his forces maintained nearly 300,000 private troops.
The quality of those 300,000 private troops was high. Nearly 100,000 of them could be sent straight to Sweet Star as officers.
He was quite willing to do it. After all, it would improve the command capabilities of his private forces, and if a major war broke out someday, he could rapidly assemble an army.
But the problem was that he had no marshal-level officer capable of commanding a planetary war.
No matter where they were, marshals were holders of an organization's core authority.
This had little to do with ability. More importantly, their background had to be tested, and they had to align with the organization's core interests before they could have a chance of becoming marshals.
The only people Li Qinwu had who could become marshals were core aides like Rudosen and Little Joel.
As for ability, that could be learned gradually. Rudosen and Little Joel had been studying all along at Li Qinwu's side.
Li Qinwu would rather cultivate the senior confidants around him and hand core power to them than train some outsider whose background he knew nothing about.
But Rudosen and Little Joel had been sent to Agricultural Planet 496b by Li Qinwu to hook up with pretty nuns.
He had made it clear back then: if Rudosen and the others failed to hook up with pretty nuns, they could forget about returning to the army.
Now that he needed people, was he supposed to break his word and call them back?
"No, no. Those useless idiots can't even find wives. How could they carry the banner!"
Li Qinwu shook his head