"Sir, are you really willing?"
The colonel could hardly believe it. How was this any different from giving them 3,000 Plasma Guns?
A Plasma Gun was considered an advanced anti-armor and anti-fortification weapon for infantry squads.
To use an inappropriate comparison, a Type 95 Rifle cost around 3,000 yuan apiece and roughly corresponded to the Astra Militarum's Lasrifle.
A Red Arrow 12 anti-tank missile cost 400,000 yuan each and could barely be compared to a Plasma Gun.
Converted into Thrones, one Plasma Gun would cost roughly 400 Thrones.
It sounded cheap, but the Astra Militarum numbered in the quadrillions.
The colonel here wanted 3,000 Plasma Guns, worth 120,000 Thrones.
Li Qinwu truly did not care much about that amount of money. It was only the profit from selling a few dozen Power Swords.
Besides, this Astra Militarum force was going to fight the Tyranids. The more combat strength they had, the better the Imperium of Man's odds of defeating the Tyranids.
If the Tyranids were kept several sectors away, Agricultural World 496B could keep the music playing and the dancing going. It was good for him.
On the other hand, Li Qinwu also felt sympathy for these ordinary Astra Militarum soldiers.
Because of resource allocation and the Imperium's practical circumstances, once these soldiers were conscripted from their hometowns, they would basically never be able to return home for the rest of their lives.
It was even possible that they would be wiped out in their very first battle, treated as expendable material.
Li Qinwu sympathized with them, so as long as it did not harm his own interests too much, he would help where he could.
There was another reason as well: Li Qinwu had discovered a way to make money.
The IOUs issued by the Imperial Navy and Astra