"Salute to you, Your Majesty the Viscount! Humanity has almost emptied this space station. Apart from an empty shell that is made of good materials and can be taken to a casting planet to be melted into alloy, this space port no longer has much value in occupying it. ”
He put his face next to the simple communicator carried by the soldiers, and after confirming that Commander-in-Chief Sirigosa could hear his voice clearly, the captain of the Golden Claw Legion, who was the first to board the space station with a radio frequency battle blade, sounded disappointed. .
Although he had expected that there would be no one in the space port, when he really discovered that what he had mobilized to seize was a worthless cold body, the Captain still felt sorry for himself for not being able to cut down a few humans with his own hands. I feel very sorry for my head.
The Imperial Legion, which has been built hundreds of years ago, is like a ruthless and bloated machine. It cannot be said that it does not discriminate between rewards and punishments, but the overly large and cumbersome reward and punishment mechanism makes it difficult for an officer or soldier to rely on If you were promoted through seniority, you might not be able to advance a few levels until you were forced to retire.
As for the title, don't even think about it - in the increasingly crowded aristocratic system of the empire, there are only two ways to become an extremely noble noble in the eyes of ordinary people. With a lifespan far beyond the average, you can own countless slaves and manor on an idyllic planet. , or even the owner of the entire planet.
The first type is naturally the hereditary system agreed upon by the imperial royal family and the Inner Circle Council. This type of title is generally inherited by the younger generation from the elders in the family. Only after being certified by a bloodline certifier appointed by the royal family, the heir who is confirmed to be a descendant of the noble family can officially inherit the title and title bestowed by the royal family.
From the king's title second only to the emperor himself to the lowest great warrior, most of these hereditary titles, except for the permanent titles specially awarded, have greatly lost their value due to the erosion of time.
Over the years, many nobles have been demoted or even demoted to civilians due to insufficient contribution to the empire. However, most of the imperial nobles can still keep their titles from being demoted by sending the younger generation of their families into the army.
Depending on their title and family strength, their fiefdoms range from one or even several prosperous planets with a large population to a desolate land with an area of only dozens of square kilometers. As for the most concerning issue of private armies, as long as they can afford it, not even the royal family has the power to intervene.
In other words, the influence of the royal family in almost all star regions except the Chiennia Star Region, the Pearl of the Empire, is far less than it was at the beginning of the founding of the country. The actions of the great nobles in their own territories to slightly tamper with the constitution and secretly purge the secret police are even worse. It is common.
The power that the most powerful princes can mobilize is something that even the Royal Legion has to face up to. This is one of the reasons why the Sazha royal family has repeatedly tolerated the Inner Circle Council and the Slave Traders' Guild.
These Wang Jue, who have taken the meaning of the words "advertise to the wind" and "wall grass" to the extreme, are extremely shrewd. They will carefully choose the side they bet on and never squander the considerable chips in their hands easily.
When the strength of the royal family has a tendency to surpass the alliance between the Inner Circle Council and the Slave Traders' Guild, the princes will put their power on the balance pallet belonging to the alliance to ensure that the royal family will not use violent means to solve the deep-rooted problems within the empire. The question of nobility.
And when the Inner Ring Council, the parliamentarians, and the business groups of the Slave Traders' Guild pressed hard on the royal family, the attitude of the princes would be completely opposite, and they would become the most determined hardcore royalists. Any action against the royal family would be met with thunderbolts. Kill them ruthlessly.
The well-equipped and well-maintained family fleets stationed in the planetary spaceports of the capitals of each major star field for a long time will provide military support for the actions of the princes.
There may be some greedy people among the princes, but most of them are the descendants of the founding heroes who have followed the current royal family in the north and south. Therefore, they knew that if they left the royal family, the largest protective umbrella of the aristocratic system, the Inner Circle Council and the Slave Traders' Guild would definitely make a big fuss about the empire's institutional issues, and they would be deprived of their titles and exiled to a foreign land. The best ends well.
Outside the three parties vying for power, the kings and nobles, who seemed to be wavering but were actually the cornerstone, carefully maintained the delicate balance of the Qien Empire that had lasted for hundreds of years.
Anything that would tip the balance, no matter how small, could not escape the eyes of the noble spies. Every day, information about billions or even hundreds of billions of people in the empire was sent to the princes who lived in seclusion in the palace. These big shots with the right to speak make the decision.
Thinking of this, the captain sighed lightly. These things are already the limit of what an officer of his level can know. They must contain a lot of exaggerated rumors and false information deliberately released to confuse people, but for the title He was extremely sensitive and had no other way to further distance himself from the aristocratic system except accepting it completely.
Gu Che In addition to hereditary inheritance, the empire also provides a bright road to Chiennia for officers and soldiers like him who serve in the imperial legion - the military merit conferment system. The core of this system is that they need them Prove your loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor himself by your bravery and dexterity on the battlefield.
The emperor, or the military merit conferment system established at the beginning of the empire's establishment, would not treat any meritorious minister harshly.
The captain looked at the legionnaires around him who were busy playing with communication equipment and heavy weapons, and secretly felt a sense of gratitude in his heart.
As the saying goes, one general's achievements are worth ten thousand bones. For soldiers, maybe a chance to be promoted to a centurion or even a captain of ten is worth their heads. But for a captain like himself, the title of a great warrior Completely unable to satisfy his ambitions.
If possible, the captain gently brushed the carved button on the handle of the knife with his fingertips, and cut open the metal wall beside him with a knife. While observing the materials used in the building materials of the People's Federation Space Station, he thought about what else he might need. How much military merit and time does it take to become a figure on the same level as the Commander-in-Chief of Operations, Imperial Viscount Siligosa.
Suppressing the natives would not allow him to gain enough merit in exchange for a title. No matter how many native heads he chopped off with the Star-piercing Sword, they would not be worth even one human soldier.
One is a slave and the other is an enemy. The difference between the two is huge and cannot be generalized at all. This is also the reason why he has been unhappy since he boarded the space station - the Captain believes that with his own bravery, as long as there is an enemy alive in the space station, he will definitely die under his own sword.
Just as the Captain wanted to board the landing craft and return to the Great Drought Fleet, the legionnaires who were conducting a blanket search in the space station suddenly reported an urgent military situation.
When the real-time images captured by the front-line troops were transmitted to the communication channel shared by the three strangulation fleets, the green light flashing past like a ghost in the projection obviously evoked certain memories of the commander of the Never-ending Fleet, Arak.
"Damn humans! All marines leave that damn slaughterhouse immediately!"
At this time, Arak no longer cared about the superiority and inferiority that he valued most in the past, and shouted loudly and gracelessly: "My battleship was sunk by these damn things! The space station can never withstand these particles. The power after the explosion!"
Siligosa, who had read the battle report, also realized the seriousness of the problem at this time - although the Golden Claw Legion did not all land on the space station, there were at least 3,000 soldiers who followed their Ten Thousand Captain and stepped on the human body. On the ground of the space station, having seen the power of proton shells through video data, he immediately issued the same retreat order as Arak.
It's a pity that Vice Admiral Albion of the People's Federation, who has been observing the imperial army with hidden cameras, can give the enemy precious time to escape.
After discovering that the enemy's movements on the screen began to speed up significantly, as if they were trying to escape from the space station, Albion, who had already led the fleet to hide in the asteroid belt, smiled and pressed the detonation button of the weaponized proton mass.
As the last trace of energy stored in the space station was injected into the green proton mass that began to riot, the bright fireball stretching for more than ten kilometers instantly engulfed the entire space port, killing thousands of imperial soldiers, landing craft and users inside and around it. The massive alloys used to build the space station were melted together to become another molten iron ball in space that was created by war.
Naturally, this included the captain of the legion who failed to escape the killing range in time. The high temperature of hundreds of millions of degrees turned his noble dream into ashes along with the electric frequency sword stained with countless blood.
Three proton shells were exchanged for 3,000 soldiers of the Empire's elite army. It was a good deal.
