Chapter 288 Warm-Up

After the bloody, crazy, and painful massacre, the air of the entire artificial world was filled with a suffocating smell of blood. That feeling mobilized many lunatics, cultists, heretics, mutants, and lawless elements here. At the same time, the baron left a huge fortune, which more than doubled the wealth of Alan Baier in the short term. It is hard to imagine how rich a family business that has been operating for a thousand years can be.

That kind of wealth is accumulated by countless flesh and blood, time, which is not great. Even the baron himself keeps spreading his children outward, praying to get rid of this place, this cursed place, but with little effect...

Now he has no need to worry at all, which is gratifying. At the same time, people often overlook one thing, that is, the Imperial Guard has never been a good person, which is often forgotten by the citizens of the Empire. In this dark universe full of betrayal and distortion, many ordinary people do not realize that the enemy of the Empire may even be itself.

Who the laser gun bullet finally falls on does not depend on whether he is pious, but on whether he is loyal and capable enough, and cannot help himself. There are too many such things in this universe.

There are not many people favored by the Emperor, but there are too many loyal men and women. In the end, countless tragedies began, and finally ended in a mess, cruel and sad.

For example, in the city of this fortress, in the city of this fortress, there are also evil people in the dark corners who twist their mutant bodies to offer tributes to the shrines of the gods, and there are also the most lawless people who use violence to coerce the people.

Sins are naturally buried like moss in this metal-cast world. It is smaller, stronger, more compact, and more filthy than a normal nest, and has all kinds of unexpected values.

Now the Imperial Guard secretly controls this place, but the lord's documents are still coming out. Some people are troubled by the sudden disappearance of their relatives working in the castle, but they dare not trample on the lord's majesty and can only swallow their anger.

The baron's many atrocities once became the best cover for the Imperial Guard. Ships still come in and out, smuggling continues, and the filth remains. At the same time, the large amount of income brought in is all exchanged for fuel, food and other items, one for the livelihood of the lower class, two for marching, war, and three for a disgusting, vicious, and cruel plan.

Generally speaking, the situation inside the castle is similar to usual. When the corpses are cleaned up and the blood is wiped off, the Imperial Guards change into servants and guards' clothes and pretend that it is still lively here. However, the hall inside the castle is not the baron alone, but the Imperial Guards, the entire senior officers of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, and they are also quite "defiled" here.

At this moment, the officers here are silent. They know very well what this hell is like. This is the nest city, but the Wandering Port is obviously better.

Alan Baier nodded. "Yes, food in the empire also has class differences. The price of food for the poor and the rich is nine times that of food. If you are a businessman, you must be pulling natural food to dump it on those rich and powerful people."

The chief of staff spoke. "But this will cause irreversible damage to the fragile food industry here, and at the same time lead to a brutal famine, and lords from all over the world will come to find the baron here because of that hunger..."

"Recycled food, I have tasted it myself for many years, it is unforgettable." The agent next to Alan Baier spoke up. She was a roaming porter who had worked her way up from the underground, and recycled food means that excrement is reshaped by high temperature and high pressure...

"Apes and ratmen." Alan Baier smiled at the same time, but even so, no one else continued to speak. Obviously, the Skadi people had had enough of death and sacrifice, and as a lord, Alan Baier always gave priority to his own people...

The young man Leitlin was a little compassionate, and when everyone was silent about this plan, he spoke up. "That will starve many people to death... Boss..."

The chief of staff was more concerned about another thing. "Then, the civilians there..."

Alan Baier replied. "So I put forward this suggestion, and it is only to propose that obedience is the basis of a soldier, but I don't ask you to obey. We have thousands of plans, even more. Although I can't think of a more effective way to reduce losses, I think your ideas are also important."

Alan Baier nodded. "Although our powerful Imperial Guard warships cannot deal with the situation where the lords cooperate, we are not afraid of a single lord coming. If we attack other areas, let alone the strong fortresses, it will be troublesome enough to make the lords here united after we are exposed."

After listening to this, Alan Baier felt that the polite words were enough. This is not the Inquisition, it will not be so complicated, and it will not be constantly passing the buck and using secret codes. "Well, first of all, let me briefly explain the main goal. That is to reduce taxes here, in this commercial port. The previous tax was about 20%, which is quite a huge profit. It is exchanged with equivalents or throne coins."

He knows what hunger feels like better than anyone else. He loves peace more than anyone else. He is free and easy-going, but he sees it more clearly than most people in the empire. It's just that he is destined to be unable to achieve great things. It's a pity...

After he finished speaking, the woman who had nothing to do with politeness bowed respectfully, but compared to this awkward bow, she looked more charming with a pistol.

Many effective long-term investments are regarded as impractical, and short-term cultivation has become the mainstream of the empire. Now the only systematic institutions that can invest a lot of time to change a person are probably religion and the military. This empire is now like a deformed child. Although the emperor still loves it, such a child will eventually face a cruel reality.

"Second Lieutenant, how many battles have you fought with me? You should know that I don't like to make things difficult for the citizens of the Empire. Chief of Staff, you have been serving since before my training. You should know what the most precious treasure in this world is."

"And such a bag of high-grade flour can be exchanged for a throne coin at the Wandering Port, which is equivalent to a high-explosive projectile from Lemanus!"

"I ask again, does anyone disagree?"

"Thank you, Lord. I only contributed my meager strength to the powerful Skadi Legion. My plan will not work without your fighting power."

"A throne coin?" The boy Leitlin had never seen big money in his life, so he couldn't help but read it excitedly, as if this word was incredible, but under the premise of the huge lord's trade monopoly and the transportation difficulties in the universe, food is roaming This is the status of Hong Kong.

Pragmatism is both the greatness and the tragedy of the empire. When those who legitimately promote people to go to hell for no reason under the banner of sacrifice, they are quite "practical". Those sacrifices are the cornerstone of the establishment and continuation of the empire, but this is enough. The huge political body that has existed for tens of thousands of years has gradually become distorted over such a long period of time.

Silence, on one side are the brothers of the Imperial Guard, and on the other are billions of lives that have never been known to each other. In this cruel universe, the Skadi people have little conscience and humanity left to restrain them, and now the people killed by this plan, they I can't see or feel it. Is it a frontal war, or is it using the blood of innocent people to exchange for a better war situation?

"Master Chief, Ratling Boy, Captain, you are all powerful heroes of the Empire, and you should know that it is not just the Empire that needs us."

Those complex communication pipelines covered the entire ground, temporary signal stations were erected high in the castle, the beautiful marble floors were filled with the oil of war, and large strategic deployment maps covered the elegant landscape ink paintings.

"In contrast, the large-scale acquisition of food will make the lords from various places start to doubt each other and fight among themselves, and those who are smarter, more capable and discover our existence will also rely on the so-called agreement of the nobles to come to ask for an alliance or let us give up the current affairs. Because they think we are the unlucky baron."

"Miss Agent, go get ready." He said helplessly. He naturally has a sense of responsibility for the people of the world, but this sense of responsibility can only be avoided in front of the only "family" in the world. For Skadi, he You can be a devil, one day at a time, until the stars burn out and the universe dies.

The lord is sitting on it, and people are facing him. Like the Knights of the Round Table in ancient legends, this violent military organization has also achieved a considerable degree of independence at this moment.

And this pirate agent is very happy, because she can directly become a high-ranking charter captain through this large gathering of rare goods and a hugely profitable business, and even form her own business empire, and even become the lord of a fortress. A complete class jump while helping the Lord of Skadi gave her even more benefits than those combined.

Alan Bair looked at the ensign. "Lieutenant, how much does a piece of bread cost in Skadi's most difficult days?"

"Speaking of this strategy, I have to mention the cold trade broker who provided me with advice. Miss Agnes Morissette gave me inspiration, advice, and a lot of help." His tone was a bit strange, as if Don't like this.

The second lieutenant gave an accurate answer. "About 9 credits issued by the lord, that is, 112 pieces of large bread can be exchanged for an entire throne coin. This is in winter. If the season is good or there has just been a cargo ship dumping, it will be 6 to 7 credits. Compared to The price of brown bread or starch can reach only one credit point."

With this, Alan Bair opened his mouth to put forward his demands to those loyal and powerful people, and he also believed that the Skadi people would continue to fulfill them. "We need to rest for a while. The soldiers need to stay in the best condition and accumulate food, ammunition, and fuel. At the same time, I have another plan that needs time."

They are not saints, brothers and traitors to the empire. Basically, there is no need to choose. Only the Letling boy firmly says to you. "Boss, no!"

Alan Bair can change it, but the vast territory of the entire empire makes this impossible. His war career of nearly ten years is not even one-tenth of the limit star field. If the life extension equipment is used to enlarge it to five After a hundred years, the scale has grown to its limit, and the flickering life and soul of a mortal is only as bright as a candlelight for this ancient empire.

The former elegance and splendor here has completely disappeared. Compared with elegance and comfort, the warriors who crawled out of hell prefer practicality because they don't know when this land will turn into a purgatory on earth.

Even if this would cost her tens of millions of souls, break up countless families, and leave countless worlds littered with corpses, so what?

All she knows is that one general can accomplish a thousand things.

The strangest thing here is not those people, but a female pirate standing next to Alan Bayer, who is also the Cold War broker on the ship. Many veterans wonder why she is there, but given Alan Bayer's By default, they didn't speak.

But he chose his own methods, and now is the time to implement those methods. He doesn't want to be a hero of the empire, he just wants the living people he can see in front of him to live a better life. He sits on the long table, Skadi The heroes are arranged in order of seniority, from the most familiar faces to the slightly unfamiliar friends, but everything here is so familiar to Alan Bayer and can be grasped at his fingertips.

Alan Bair spoke now. "If we rely on the huge wealth accumulated by the lords here to purchase a large amount of food and earn one-sixth of a throne coin per bag, excluding the approximately two months of travel time and transportation losses to the remaining two fortresses, there will still be layers of food. Even one-sixth of those businessmen would be happy to accept such an exploitative tax!"

"There are probably two other ports from here to the Wandering Port, and the taxes are gradually reduced. Merchants commonly call it half payment here, and such high taxes are a basic guarantee of safety and extremely high returns for reaching the destination."

And when this short rat man looked at the others with expectation, there was only silence, but he didn't quite understand, had those ordinary innocent people made mistakes, and why did his lord punish them like this?

He was a little stunned and hesitated, but after a few seconds of silence, he shouted again. "I said, I object!"

But before he was completely disappointed, his best friend here spoke, Master Chief Catachan, a man who was as lonely as him and could be called a "subhuman". "I don't agree, sir..."

But boy Letling is not happy. Of course, this plan is also beneficial to him. He will get all kinds of food from the entire Extreme Star Territory, and even reach the point of exaggerated wealth. His hobbies and cooking skills will be even better. Going to the next level, but is this right?

He tried not to think about it, as much as possible, because no one in this dark universe could spare the time to think about anything other than surviving, not even the Emperor...

The meeting broke up unhappily. People in Skadi have consciences. This is good and bad. They are a little unable to adapt. However, in contrast, the Inquisition, the Ecclesiarchy, and the Space Marines can activate various programs one after another. They use cruel methods to destroy the world. They are too kind, which makes them both strong and weak.

But now it seems that there is no way back for them. They can only bear the scorching heat for the emperor until their souls are gone and their flesh and bones are rotten.