Governor's Mansion, War Room.
Lynn stood in front of the huge holographic sand table, looking at the points of light representing the army.
Fourteen million strong—this would be the first army to march to the Frostbound Wall to provide support, hence the name Brevis Vanguard.
Lynn then served as the commander of the Brevis Vanguard, leading the entire force.
Fourteen million—that number sounds enormous.
But in the Warhammer world where life is cheap, they weren't exactly a large force.
" The Vanguard Army First Legion, with three million men, departed yesterday."
Gus stood beside him, holding Dataslate, his tone serious:
"Commanded by Major General Harold, a subordinate of Carter and commander of the PDF Third Army."
"According to the plan, they will travel along the 'Northern Ice Route' to the Frostbound Wall, and are expected to arrive at the front line in seven days."
Lynn nodded, his gaze falling on the winding blue path on the sand table.
What about the other legions?
" The Second Legion will depart in three days, traversing the 'Middle Route Canyon'."
" The Third Legion will advance along the 'Southern Plains' in five days."
"The remaining three legions will serve as reserves, standing by at the main base, and will be deployed in batches depending on the situation at the front."
Gus then added:
"Furthermore, as per your orders, Steward Tom ( The Butcher ) has already begun recruiting 'volunteers' for the Vanguard in the Lower City."
"Currently, over two million people have registered and are receiving basic training."
"The first batch of equipment produced by Ryan Union will be distributed to them first."
Lynn hummed in agreement.
He reached out and swiped the screen to open detailed information about each legion.
Unit designation, commander, equipment level, and training level.
The more Lynn looked, the more her brows furrowed.
"This is a big problem."
"Fourteen million people sounds intimidating, but the actual fighting force is probably no more than three million."
"The remaining eleven million are mostly private soldiers of nobles, whose equipment is decent, but they lack coordinated training and fight independently."
"The militia, on the other hand, have decent morale, but their equipment is poor and their training is inadequate."
"Sending such a force into battle against the Orks is simply suicide."
Gus remained silent; he knew, of course, that Lynn was telling the truth.
But this is the reality for Brevis.
For a Hive City that has been hollowed out by internal strife and is on the verge of collapse, being able to muster such an army to fight against external forces is already the limit.
"So," Lynn continued, "I made some adjustments."
He fiddled with the Dataslate for a few moments, pulled up an encrypted file, and handed it to Gus.
Gus took it and quickly glanced at it.
His expression gradually changed.
"Sir, you allowed that person to 'infect' all officers of company rank and below?"
The document shows that among the three million men of the Vanguard Army First Legion, all company commanders, platoon leaders, and squad leaders were marked with red tags.
This indicates that they have all been infected by the Genestealer specially created by Rena Number Two.
They retained all their knowledge and abilities, but remained completely loyal to Rena.
Lynn smiled as she looked at Gus's expression.
"Don't worry, they're not dead, they've just become more 'reliable'."
"His abilities may not have increased, but he will be absolutely loyal to me."
Gus hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
"What about the high-ranking military officers?" he changed the subject.
"Nothing's been done," Lynn said. "Those above the rank of brigadier are basically Carter's men, or members of the Noble Council."
"They receive baptism from the Ecclesiarchy every week; disturbing them could easily cause problems."
"Junior officers are different; they are numerous, have low rank, and are harder to detect."
"Moreover, the one who truly decides who commands an army is often not the general, but the company commanders who lead their soldiers into battle."
Gus understood that this was the safest and most effective means of control.
Controlling the grassroots means controlling the entire army.
"But," he still had a question, "What if the Noble Council discovers..."
"They won't find out," Lynn interrupted him.
"It won't be detected, at least not in the short term."
"These 'officers' all retained their memories and knew how to present themselves well in front of outsiders."
"Once the fighting starts on the front lines, who will have the time or inclination to investigate whether a company commander or squad leader has any problems?"
Gus thought for a moment and nodded.
Indeed, the battlefield is the most chaotic place, and also the best place to fish in troubled waters.
Lynn looked into the distance; he knew that time was running out for Brevis.
But he still chose to keep sending these troops, who had little combat capability, to the front lines.
This is actually just a card-drawing action.
With over ten million people, there will always be a few who get gold cards.
Even if they don't win the lottery, veterans who survive several wars will form a capable fighting force.
Three days later.
The Vanguard Army Second Legion departs.
Lynn personally accompanied the army.
Carter was in charge of managing the affairs of the governor's mansion, while " Isolde," as the governor's wife, was responsible for handling internal affairs.
Gus had also been asked to remain at the governor's residence.
But he felt a sense of being a "familiar stranger" when working with " Isolde ".
It was so creepy that he decided to follow anyway.
Lynn thought about it and agreed.
Although Gus was timid, he was indeed a competent adjutant, familiar with aristocratic etiquette and skilled in clerical work.
Furthermore, Lynn also intends to cultivate his own power base and hone Gus, which is not a bad idea.
Thus, the three million-strong army of the Second Legion departed from their main base amidst the swirling snow.
Lynn sat in a reinforced Chimera command vehicle, looking out the window.
The vast procession, like a long gray dragon, meandered across the ice field.
The roar of vehicles, the footsteps of soldiers, and the sounds of wind and snow mingled together, creating a unique marching symphony.
Doudou sat opposite him, clumsily maintaining her Power Hammer.
Gus huddled in the corner, wrapped in a thick blanket, his face pale.
"Sir, do we really have to go to the front lines?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"Isn't it the same to give orders from inside the governor's mansion?"
"It's different." Lynn said without turning her head.
"Sitting in your office, all you see are points and lines on a map."
"Only by standing on the front lines can you smell blood, hear the sound of death, and feel the weight of war."
"Moreover, only my personal command can bring sufficient morale to the front lines."
"Only my victory can bring new hope to Brevis."
Gus nodded blankly and began to contemplate life.
Lynn ignored him and looked down at the Dataslate in her hand.
The above is the latest intelligence regarding the Orks, sent back by the First Legion at the front.
[ Dorito Orks Horde, Main Clan: Weizhen Clan ]
feature:
1. They generally have a "horizontal development" physique with a protruding abdomen, but their muscle density is extremely high, and their strength far exceeds that of the average record holder Orks.
2. During combat, they will carry a special starch food, tentatively named "Menzi," which is made by Squig and special fungi.
3. After consuming "Menzi," the Orks's combat power is significantly enhanced, wound healing speed is accelerated, and a berserk effect is triggered.
Lynn frowned more and more as he looked at the lines of text.
"Stewed"?
He remembered that there seemed to be similar food in his previous life, and it seemed to be quite famous online.
He scrolled down and saw a blurry picture.
It was taken by the reconnaissance unit using a telephoto lens; the image quality is very poor, but some details can still be seen.
A huge figure sat amidst a pile of food, or rather, Orks food.
It wore yellow and black warlord armor, stood over five meters tall, and was as bulky as a ball of flesh.
He was holding a large, still-dripping piece of meat and stuffing it into his mouth.
The image is labeled below:
[Suspected leader of the Weizhen Clan Warboss - Big Stomach Arang.]
Characteristics: Extremely gluttonous, eating almost constantly.
Abilities: Unknown, but any Orks that gets close to it will become unusually hungry and strong.
Note: This target rarely leaves the Dorito Agri World, spending most of its time "managing" its food industry.
Lynn stared at the picture for a long time.
Then, he muttered a curse under his breath:
"Damn it, Orks warlord who's into 'gourmet food'?"
What's this?
"Warhammer on the Tip of the Tongue"?
He rubbed his temples, feeling a bit confused.
Before his transmigration, he had seen all sorts of strange Orks —some were tech-savvy, some studied witchcraft, and some even believed in Emperor.
But this is truly the first time I've seen someone so passionate about food.
"Sir?" Gus asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"
Lynn shook his head and turned off the Dataslate.
"Nothing."
"I just feel that this world is becoming more and more surreal."