The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 553 541. Eldest son, second son, daughter, wife

The war tax order was quickly issued. Each piece of parchment engraved with sacred language was printed out from the printer, distributed to every hive manager, and then posted on the streets and alleys. , telling those citizens that a new round of taxes is coming.

The scope of the taxation is very wide, covering the four star sectors in the Jericho area, with a total of more than 300 planets. Each planet needs to make the greatest efforts to support this emperor's holy war.

In the agricultural world, tens of billions of tons of wheat, rye, and synthetic starch are loaded onto cargo ships larger than Emperor-class battlecruisers and transported to assembly points. In each civilized world and hive world, tens of billions of soldiers began to be recruited, and the 12 forging worlds also began to provide a large amount of strategic equipment to the expeditionary force. Those furnaces covering the entire planet have never been It had stopped before, but now, the shining light was even comparable to the stars in their star system.

It all looks so vibrant, as if everything is moving towards a prosperous development trend.

But just like when a machine is operating, there will always be some black oil seeping out of the gears. Countless poor people who have gone bankrupt will be drained of their last life by local officials and the Imperial Ministry of the Interior. A drop of benefit and value.

Some people will not tolerate this situation, and resistance and violence will naturally occur.

To other creatures in the galaxy, especially from Karai's perspective, humans are a very strange species. They can sometimes be very cowardly and meek, accustomed to accepting leadership from others and willing to obey orders. But sometimes they will suddenly become furious and will resist their masters at all costs and kill their persecutors.

So in Kalai's eyes, humans are a species worthy of respect, or a species that is valuable to the United Empire of the Protoss, a species that is very worthy of being conquered.

Because of their docility, as long as you don’t oppress them too much, don’t let them suffer from hunger and cold, don’t let their dignity be violated, and don’t let their culture be interfered with too much, they will join the empire gently. And is willing to fight to the death for the Kalai Empire. And their bravery and fearlessness are no less than those of the Templars. Compared to other races that are either more barbaric or more cowardly, they are a better choice for Odessa.

More importantly, there are enough of them.

In terms of population, human beings are well-deserved, because in this galaxy, the number of human beings no longer knows how many zeros are added after billions, so much so that you can see various political systems here. All kinds of situations, all kinds of people.

But one thing is certain, among so many people, there are not many people who are good people, and there are not many people who are willing to help others when they are good people.

"This sentence is wrong and I don't agree with it."

In the agricultural world of Kolster No. 19, in a one-story tavern, a brown-haired girl smiled and handed over the whiskey she had just made through fruit wine and a glass of the second-best whiskey made from wheat. An old farmer.

The brown-haired girl is the bartender and the store manager here, and the old farmer is a regular customer here. In this newly developed agricultural world, things that have happened in other heavily developed agricultural worlds have not yet occurred. Land annexation and excessive exploitation do not exist here because the population here is only a few tens of millions.

On such an idyllic planet similar to a garden world, people are generally wealthy and can also eat fresh fruits, vegetables, grains, and meat from their own livestock. Coupled with the empire's relaxed and tax-free policies for these emerging colonies, the people here have been living very comfortably for the past 100 years, which is why such a tavern can be opened to this day.

But with the arrival of the imperial war order, this planet must also provide support and help for the imperial war. This kind of expeditionary parliamentary order is higher than the general tax exemption bill. They must take action, so there are fewer people in the tavern these days.

Originally, only ten or twenty people could come here every day, but now only five or six people can come a day. Of course, the old man named Flamir would always come here for a drink at this time of day.

It’s just that the old man drank a little too much today. As of now, he has drunk more than a dozen glasses of wine. Although Maria wanted not to let the other person drink anymore, the other person just blindly asked her to take out more. Alcohol, he said that he must use alcohol to numb himself today.

Maria understood that something bad might have happened to the other party today.

After the old farmer drank the glass of wine, he burped with satisfaction, then looked at the petite girl in front of him and said with a hint of jealousy.

"But I really envy you! Maria, you have your own tavern, and you earn much more empire credits every month than I do. Hey, unlike me, who is an old bone, at this age, I still need Earn a pension for yourself.”

The girl called Maria didn't care about the nonsense the old man said after hearing it, she just said with a smile

"The main thing is the help of the neighbors. Otherwise, I have only been here for a few years and I would not be able to do so well."

After hearing this, the old man hit Brother Jiu again, and the smile on his face became even brighter, like an old sunflower facing the sun and about to wither. After he drank all the wine, he started crying, which made Maria a little overwhelmed. The old man cried and shouted loudly

"My eldest son was taken away by them, my youngest son was also taken away by them, and my daughter will be taken away today! They are all going to fight for the empire. It sounds so glorious, Is it right?

But my eldest son died at the Siege of Vraks! My second son died in Jericho! Now where will my daughter die? My wife has died in the war in Monstor Nest, and I will soon be a widowed man and die alone! "

Maria was speechless for a moment after hearing this. It took a long time before she thought of a word to comfort her.

"This is the Emperor's call to us. This is our time to serve the Empire."

"Bullshit!"

The old man suddenly became furious and shouted loudly to the ceiling

"Indeed, if it was out of respect, then why didn't the damn governor's son go to the battlefield? Those sons and daughters of the major generals and generals didn't go to the front line? The wives of the popes didn't die on the battlefield either!

It will always be us who die, us poor people, us who have dedicated our lives to the empire and in the end only have our families broken up and our families destroyed! "

Maria sighed after hearing this, and could only think of one reason to comfort the other person.

"Perhaps their children are also pregnant. After all, we live so comfortably here, it is time to repay the God Emperor for his gift."

After hearing this, the old man lay on the table, looked at the girl in front of him, and suddenly asked

"My child, the Ministry of Interior can deceive those pampered and naive young masters, but you and I are different. Is the life you lived before immigration really a human life? Then the life in the hive city..."

Before the old man finished speaking, he suddenly started vomiting. He rolled off his high chair and vomited everything in his stomach.

Maria looked at the poor old man and sighed. He could understand the other person's emotions, so he didn't want to blame him. As usual, she carried the old man to the sofa, covered him with a quilt, and then mopped away the stains on the ground.

Finally, she had to go out. Although the planet was not very stable recently, the wine in the tavern was almost exhausted. Maria had to go out and buy some new wine. As for Uncle Vladimir, this honest farmer will not care about the empty bottles in his tavern.

She put her cash register in the safe, left her tavern quietly, and walked on the road made of hardened earth and stone slabs.