The hall erupted in chaos.
The amount of food provided for 400,000 private soldiers and 1 million men for a year is undeniably extravagant.
Compared to this, the Grumman Family's offer was practically like a beggar's handout.
But what shocked everyone even more was the last one, the paladin.
As the pillars of the St. Garus Family, they are the family elites qualified to pilot knight mechs.
Each paladin is usually accompanied by two giant bear knights as assistants.
They piloted "Attendant-class" Knight Mechs, which were slightly weaker in combat than Knight Mechs, but were still formidable weapons on the battlefield.
Rumor has it that a paladin is already protecting Leo Saint St. Garus at the front lines.
In other words, Caladogon has deployed at least six Knight Mechs this time!
What does this mean?
A single Knight Crusader knight mech can easily tear apart a company of Leman Russ Russ on the front lines of battle.
Caladogon has really gone all out this time.
Amidst the shock, everyone's gaze involuntarily turned to another person, Kerry von.
Now, he's the only one left who hasn't made an offer.
What kind of "sincerity" will this new governor offer?
What kind of "sincerity" can he offer?
They wanted to see just how capable this " Emperor's Chosen " really was.
Lynn sat there, his expression unchanged, but in his heart he had already cursed the entire Caladogon family.
These people's "quotes" are basically based on their own strength and status.
For example, if the Grumman Family is slightly stronger, they can submit a higher bid.
Since the Stone Family is slightly weaker, we'll report a slightly weaker one.
The Industrial Alliance lacked food but had plenty of equipment, so they provided it.
The Wasteland Walkers lacked equipment and food, but they had many people, so they gave them to others.
Caladogon, on the other hand, raised the "quote" to an exaggerated level, yet it was just within his budget.
Carter just brought back 500,000 elite PDF troops for him, which is his only real strength right now.
If he were to report this 500,000, it would be perfectly in line with his status and position.
But this meant he lost the leverage to win over Chuck Faction.
Without the military's backing, how could Chuck Faction be content to be his "piggy bank"?
But what if he doesn't report it, or reports it too low?
His prestige as the new governor was effectively over.
The Noble Council will definitely make a big deal out of this, portraying him as a selfish scoundrel who "only cares about himself and not the big picture."
At that point, let alone winning over the lower and middle nobility, even Carter's subordinates will view him with prejudice.
dilemma.
Lynn picked up her glass and took another sip.
He appeared as steady as a rock, but his mind was racing.
Carter, sitting next to him, also unusually picked up his glass and took a sip.
The chief Archon looked grave.
He also realized something was wrong.
"There's a mole in MAD!"
His troop deployment order was issued less than half a day ago, and Caladogon already knew about it.
The old man's "quote" was just below 500,000, so he didn't even bother acting anymore.
Carter glanced at Lynn.
He was curious to see how this young governor would break the deadlock.
Everyone in the hall was waiting for Lynn to speak.
At that moment, he was like a lamb being roasted over a fire.
Although it hurt a lot, I couldn't cry out.
Finally, he raised his head, a hearty smile on his face, and held up one finger.
I'm supporting 600,000 PDFs!
"Plus, enough food for 1.5 million people for half a year!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
There was a moment of silence in the hall, then...
"Good!"
"Your Excellency is so generous!"
"Truly worthy of being Emperor's Chosen!"
Cheers, applause, and compliments erupted instantly.
Those powerful and influential people all had smiles on their faces and were saying nice things.
But his eyes were full of mockery.
Six hundred thousand PDFs plus half a year's worth of food for one and a half million people?
This new governor is indeed a hothead.
In order to gain the upper hand over Caladogon, not only did they throw out all the 500,000 troops they had just acquired, but they also risked the very resources of the governor's mansion.
Stupid, so incredibly stupid!
It seems even the God-Emperor can make mistakes.
This person is nothing to fear.
With that thought in mind, everyone's smiles became even more "sincere."
Caladogon sat in the main seat, a smug smile playing on his lips.
But the next second, Lynn spoke again.
Gentlemen.
His voice drowned out all the noise.
The hall fell silent again, and everyone looked at him quietly.
Lynn stood up, his face bearing a compassionate expression.
"You are all the golden beams that span the seas and the white jade pillars that support the sky for Brevis."
"He has devoted himself wholeheartedly to the survival of Brevis."
"But I just did a rough count."
"The entire support force is nearly five million regular troops, plus ten million auxiliary militia."
"A total of fifteen million people."
He looked at everyone, his tone becoming heavy.
There's a saying in my hometown, "An army cannot move without a general, and a snake cannot move without a head."
"Even the most powerful army is just a pile of loose sand if it doesn't have a leader."
"Seven million scattered individuals, thrown onto the battlefield, will not only fail to help the front lines, but will also cause chaos."
His gaze swept across the entire room.
"Commanding an army of seven million, coordinating logistics, managing various units, and formulating strategies is no simple task."
"It requires sufficient prestige and status, and..."
He emphasized, " The Emperor's approval."
Caladogon's heart skipped a beat.
"Not good!"
This kid's mind isn't on protecting his 500,000 people at all!
Caladogon was about to speak, but Lynn beat him to it.
"So."
Lynn straightened his back, his voice suddenly rising in pitch, carrying an undeniable air of authority:
"I, Kerry Von, am the Planetary Governor Brevis."
"This is an important task that I cannot shirk!"
"I will personally assume the supreme command of this support army, heading to the Frostbound Wall to direct the battle and resist the Orks!"
"In the name of the Emperor, I will not fail Brevis!"
"We will not return until we win!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
Everyone was stunned.
They looked at Lynn, at the young man they had just inwardly mocked.
Only one thought was in my mind:
Holy crap, you can do that?
Five hundred thousand troops in exchange for command of a fifteen million-strong army?
What the hell is this?!
Carter sat beside Lynn, his wine glass hovering in mid-air.
Even the usually serious Chief Archon couldn't help but smile with approval.
"Pretty!"
"That was a brilliant counterattack!"
Not only did they perfectly resolve the crisis, but they also used the influence of the Noble Council to boost their own momentum.
With command of this 15 million-strong army, Lynn's position in Brevis will be completely secured.
Those forces that were still observing would also not hesitate to side with the Governor's Office.
Seeing that some powerful figures were trying to object to Lynn's proposal, they recommended other people to be commanders.
Carter put down his glass, took a deep breath, and then stood up.
His voice was as cold and stern as ever:
"Governor Kerry von, as the de jure supreme ruler of Brevis."
"If I could personally lead a large army and win a great war."
"This will greatly help stabilize the morale of the main hive, which is currently in disarray!"
He deliberately used the word "supreme" and pointed at the man sitting in the main seat who claimed to be first-rate Brevis.
"And."
His gaze was sharp as he swept over those who had just voiced their opposition.
"The Governor is the Emperor's chosen one; his talent and loyalty must have earned the God-Emperor's approval."
Are you all doubting the God-Emperor's judgment?
No one dared to speak again.
Lynn wished he could applaud himself right now as the second-in-command of the governor's mansion.
First label them, then they choose sides—their tactics are still stuck in the old days!
Publicly questioning the God-Emperor's judgment?
Who dares?
So many Ecclesiarchy bishops were present, watching.
And who knows, one of the attendants might even be a member of the Inquisition.
Who dares to jump out and say "I disagree" at this time?
That's like writing on your face, "I'm a heretic, come and burn me!"