Chapter 685: Chapter 685 Integration Departnt
Ever since I had that chance eting with Lola in the Totem Area, where she confided the awkward predicant of being a leader within a weaker civilization, I had been constantly preoccupied with that matter.
That is, the strengths of worlds under the Empire were uneven, the combat thods of various vassal armies were vastly different, and their combat quality was utterly irregular. With such armies, how could they possibly be fit for real warfare on the battlefield, without being treated like cannon fodder forced into battle at bayonet point, as it had been during the Old Empire Era?
Clearly, if we were to continue in the current situation where each vassal army maintained its own organization, relying only on limited knowledge exchange to improve their equipnt, and if the excessively weak civilizations could only gradually fall behind in this equipnt race, then ultimately, a significant portion of the affiliated civilizations gathered around the Empire would still inevitably face the fate of being cannon fodder armies from the Old Empire Era.
The challenges and difficulties faced by a nascent civilization aspiring to erge from its world and step onto the boundless stage of a multi-universe are indescribable. Over ninety percent of civilizations fall at this hurdle, either perishing through unfriendly encounters with other powerful civilizations, or self-destructing by taking a wrong path in a completely new civilization stage, or due to ignorance triggering fatal dangers in the Void, leading to the devouring of their entire world (more than half t their demise this way, especially since the Void is absolutely not friendly to those who challenge it for the first ti)—they might even encounter the Abyss.
The civilizations clustering around the Empire naturally avoided such nurous dangers, and it could even be said that with the support of the Empire as a super backer, any civilization could develop to the point of crossing worlds without danger. This is the greatest benefit that a civilization system could gain by attaching itself to the Empire, and coupled with everyone having the experience of their howorld being saved, the affiliated races of the Empire now wholeheartedly battle bloodily on the frontlines against the Abyss.
But if rely for such favors, I could not bring myself to complacently consider the brothers and sisters of my followers as cannon fodder to be sacrificed.
However, the Empire is not a philanthropist, and Sandora would not allow the weak to beco stumbling blocks. The only way for an affiliated civilization not to be cannon fodder is to qualify themselves as warriors, in other words, to beco stronger.
This simple principle is sothing every leader of every civilization could think of, but the difficulty of bringing it into practice is imnse. Just like the worries of that Fox Woman, a civilization inherently lacking in basics, no matter how hard it tries, cannot catch up with powerful worlds developing at the sa speed. The history of human civilization in the Magic Prohibition World spans just a few thousand years, not even breaking out of Earth, but what about other worlds? Not to ntion anything else, the lifespans of the Giants from Azeroth alone are enough for humans to evolve several tis over from paracia to bipedal! How to compensate for a historical disparity of tens of tis?
For those innately deficient worlds, relying on them to desperately climb the tech tree or waiting for the Empire to directly boost them with technology are not reliable thods.
The Affiliated World Military Integration Departnt (or the Second Military Integration Departnt, Military Integration Departnt, Integration Departnt, etc., whichever our mixed group of leaders can finally rember) is the solution I thought of after serious consideration to address this awkward situation.
“In short, reorganization—massive cross-world reorganization. Armies that are disorganized and uneven can only serve as militia, but we need soldiers, even if only as third-class privates. They need to be reorganized, with unified military systems, unified command thods, unified equipnt—the latter is the most crucial. Right now, under the na of the Empire, with four or five worlds and dozens of battalions, each has its own standard equipnt. Those from the sa world are slightly better, but the standard equipnt between different worlds is as varied as items in a general store. When you set out for the frontline, although you are brother battalions, you can’t even manage to repair each other’s armor, which is a simple task. This situation is too terrible.”
Standing up and tapping the table, I addressed the leaders of various races from the Azeroth world and other worlds connected online with a rare serious tone. This was a cross-world televised conference, around the round table, not only were there a handful of Empire heads and a group of Azeroth racial leaders, but there were also a dozen holographic projections seated around, naturally including people like Lola Stewart and Jas Raynor who couldn’t attend in person.
Originally, I had planned to bring up this issue after the carnival, but it was only last night while flipping through the program schedule that I suddenly realized there was a parade in the Azeroth world today. Feeling that this was also a good opportunity, I brought it up now. Firstly, identifying the problem earlier could an solving it earlier, and raising this issue during the carnival period when there’s extensive interaction between worlds might yield unexpected benefits. Secondly,…
Well, with our military level, even if we think about it for another ten days, this plan probably won’t improve much…
Additionally, please don’t tease about “only rembering to attend a parade when flipping through the TV schedule at night” anymore. Hasn’t Sandora already given us a fierce enough bite?
Perhaps it was the first ti seeing the Emperor, who usually just skates by, show such a serious expression and speak in such a pressing manner that Sylvanas and her group across the round table were all a bit stunned. Taking this opportunity, I quickly exchanged glances with Sandora next to , conveying through our looks, “What do you think? Your husband can be quite impressive when he puts in the effort, right?”
“Cough cough, Ah Jun, that was too obvious.”
Big Sister quietly coughed in our spiritual connection and tugged at the hem of my clothes.
Luckily, Sylvanas and the others were still busy being shocked and pondering the aning of my previous words. They hadn’t noticed their Supre Commander winking and making faces at his wife over the last few seconds. These leaders, who held the highest authority in their respective races, rapidly exchanged glances. The stern command of the Supre Commander brought back a sense of urgency they hadn’t felt since the Salvation War. Monts later, the chosen representative, King Varian of Stormwind City, stood up and saluted us by placing his hand over his heart.
“Your Majesty, do you an to disband the armies from all worlds, reassemble them as basic soldiers, without distinction of their origins, to train and equip as one unified army?”
“Uh, roughly,” I scratched my head, “Discuss the rest among yourselves!”
Varian, with a serious face awaiting further instructions from the Leader, almost turned his face into a shoehorn: “What?”
The others were just as stunned, especially Lola in the holographic projection, who simply vanished suddenly: this guy must have slipped under the table using his own hair.
“Cough cough, that’s all I’ve thought of, the details… Sandora, can you add anything?”
“Oh Goddess,” Lilina, who had been full of anticipation for , finally couldn’t hold it anymore and her little head thudded onto the table, “At least finish the draft!”
“The draft is done, that was the whole speech!” I explained defensively.
Everyone: “…”
“Hmm, quiet,” Sandora’s authoritative voice rang out, drawing everyone’s attention even though she kept calling out “Ah Jun, you big dummy” through the Spiritual Connection. Her expression remained calm and stern, “Let add to what my lover ant.”
“Varian, just as you said, starting today, we will initiate the cross-world reorganization plan. The independent native forces of each world will enter into a unified military structure, which we will temporarily refer to as the Imperial Vassal Army. The soldiers in this new military structure will have systematic combat troops, Imperial-standard equipnt, operational guidelines, and combat quality standards, with unified command and logistics. The Supre Commander, of course, will be served by the Imperial Leader, while the troop leaders will be designated by each world. This arrangent will completely reverse the current situation caused by the disorganized structure, where the worlds’ strengths vary greatly, and they are almost unable to provide logistical support to one another. However, to preserve the diverse combat thods of the current native forces of each world as a strategic advantage, the Vassal Army will still maintain their basic original appearance, differentiated by world or race, and your characteristic combat skills will also be preserved. This is the general direction.”
“Hmm, I think I understand. It is indeed the trend of the tis,” Varian slowly nodded but didn’t sit back down, “Will the Salvation Army be dissolved?”
I noticed a shadow pass over the resolute human king’s face. Though he didn’t show displeasure, there was evident loss.
Without even thinking, I knew what he was grieving over: in his view, the cross-world reorganization essentially ant stripping each world of its independent military power. From now on, each world would lose its ard forces, which would instead rge into another unprecedentedly large military force. For a lifelong military man, this appropriation of military power was incredibly hard to accept.
I could, of course, understand his concerns. Perhaps to any rational Xyrin Apostle, any form of military power mobilization that benefits the overall situation should be unconditionally obeyed, but for ordinary beings where emotions outweigh logic, even if the rationale is acceptable, the emotional toll is hard to bear. His current concerns weren’t out of any selfishness but rely a king’s sorrow for his people about to lose their native soldiers.
How should I put it? His sorrow… seed sowhat unnecessary.
“Uh, let explain further,” I stood up, “First, let’s be clear that the reorganization of the Vassal Army doesn’t strip any world of its independent military power. Even if a world’s army is reorganized, your forces still maintain their independence. All worlds, after the Military Integration Departnt completes the reorganization, will still retain their own independent military forces. The only difference is that the portion of your troops supporting Imperial combat operations will enter a unified command system—which is actually the sa as your combat missions have always been, only now the headquarters will be centralized. Furthermore, the sole purpose of this reorganization is to facilitate easier mobilization and logistics among the currently disparate military forces of various worlds. Not to ntion, as far as I know, if I were to now call for the First Legion’s commander to report, at least a dozen officers would appear before . How could one command under such circumstances? The chaos in equipnt leading to logistical troubles, and the requirent for each world to bring its own logistics when marching to war, need no ntion. Soldiers of the Vedis Empire wear armor coated with Ao Tie, but who in other worlds has the capability to repair it? The equipnts of Azeroth Mages are all enchanted; can the Protos Natives handle this technology? Actually, the Military Integration Departnt’s job is to solve this problem.”
“By establishing a simple and effective structure, the Vassal Army will be organized into combat troops—or legions if you prefer—according to their respective races—with individual cases where multiple races can co together (this rule mainly accounts for special joint worlds like the Galaxy Civilization Community)—by the Integration Departnt, which will compile numbers that are no longer contradictory. And the various command levels within the troops will still be manned by your original officers. During non-war periods, each troop still performs its world’s garrison duties, commanded and dispatched by its own world’s leader, similar to the city-state system of Earth during the Middle Ages. Also, the Integration Departnt will recruit military industrial talents from various worlds to cooperate with a group of technicians already selected by the Empire, to design orderly and uniform equipnt for the Vassal Army. Since there are many races in the Vassal Army, not all equipnt will be suitable for everyone, but at least we need to ensure basic support compatibility among them. This uniform equipnt can also greatly enhance the combat capabilities of many world’s native troops, as many worlds do not lack excellent soldiers; they just lack fitting equipnt.”
At this point, I paused, my gaze drifting toward Lola, who was listening intently, and indeed, she imdiately reacted, giving a heartfelt smile.
This was truly one of the few heartfelt expressions from this Fox Woman since I had known her.
The standardization of equipnt was inevitable, and starting now was none too soon. It’s unrealistic for races with only a few thousand years of civilization to catch up to those that had developed for several hundred thousand years. Moreover, it wastes the precious technological support of the Empire. Better to help them design appropriate military equipnt, allowing the world’s own military experts to participate to ensure the designs suit the physical strengths of their users (no one can withstand the demonic acceleration of a Xyrin Single Soldier Fighter—an after-test cru
Seeing the leaders of various races around the round table in deep thought or exchanging opinions, I raised my voice and asked.
“An extrely wise decision,” Kaelthas saluted in the manners of the Blood Elves, “We are willing to reorganize the Salvation Army into one of the independent legions.”
Roland Gale’s holographic projection also stood up: “The Civilization Community is willing to obey your commands,” the old man said, then turned his head to look around: “This is a wise decision. As an extre hybrid civilization, I can assure you that our Pan-Galactic Civilization Community, comprising one thousand seven hundred and twenty-nine different races, has long understood the various difficulties that disjointed civilizations face when joining hands in battle. There is no doubt that the Emperor’s directive is correct.”
“Alright, then let’s settle on that,” I clapped my hands, “the Integration Departnt is to be established as soon as possible. I require that all racial leaders join as honorary governors, and then gather the most outstanding scholars you can find, both scientific and magical, and your smartest generals, the ones skilled in both civil and military affairs. Rember, this is a challenge, but also an opportunity: you can directly receive first-hand technological support from the Empire, and this ti, it will be tailor-made for you.”
My last statent reminded these racial leaders present, who were sowhat stunned by the significant military changes, of the vast potential benefits that forming the Integration Departnt could bring to their worlds. Without needing to say anything further, everyone had already sprung into action, and soon, only those of us who were militarists remained in the room.
“Huh… finally bluffed them…”
Stretching lazily, I said, exhaling deeply.
“Completely tied them up, boss,” Lilina said, lying on the table, her voice muffled but cutting to the heart of the matter, “Before their races face extinction, they cannot think of jumping off our ‘pirate ship.’ You’ve bluffed them into establishing an entire deford system of technology, which can only evolve with continual technical support from the Empire, otherwise their technology would collapse. Not to speak of further evolution, even returning to their original technological level might be unattainable…”
“Let’s not put it so harshly, those racial leaders aren’t fools, and they can see that much,” I tapped on Lilina’s little head, “but I truly intend it for their own good: If it weren’t for the Empire’s support, would they be able to break out into the universe before their races beco extinct?”
Lilina fell silent, just twisting her body and pretending to sleep.
“Ah Jun, I didn’t expect you to co up with such a plan,” Sandora ca over, her eyes full of surprise but more so a happy smile, “It completely overturns your previous image. But that’s what makes you a suitable partner for , Sandora. So, what’s next? Any other plans?”
“Don’t compare my brain to the likes of you, it’s already an exceptional performance to co up with such a wicked plan at the spur of the mont,” I nodded, thinking. “We have a little while before we return, let’s discuss the remaining matters…”
As everyone and I were discussing how exactly this Integration Departnt should be established, and how to keep it entirely under Imperial control, suddenly an urgent communication from Shadow City interrupted our conversation.
“Your Majesty, this is Sivis. The brainwave readings of the Demon Fox girl are rising, and she might awaken within half an hour.” (
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