Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

"Since the Marshal is short of people, why not try to convert part of the population of the Far Eastern Star Territory into synthetic humans?" Gray Wind saw Russell's troubles and tried to suggest: "Most of the population of the Far Eastern Star Territory has been affected by the nanodisaster. Assimilation is already a prosthetic human. It will be very convenient to carry out mechanical ascension on this basis and transform them into synthetic human beings."

After the mechanical ascension, everything will be easy to say. Compared with the cheap prosthetics transformed in batches through the nano-disaster, the synthetic humans who have completed the mechanical ascension will have better population quality and plasticity. Gray Wind has many means to train Russell. Create a synthetic navy of sufficient quality.

Although it is child's play to change the population so easily, and it is inevitably suspected of disrespecting the people's personal will, but Gray Feng is different from Russell. She has never had the bad habit of "respecting human rights". Russell would occasionally use some high-sounding righteousness to reduce his psychological burden as a ruler. As for Gray Wind... what is the heart?

"This is not a group of stars. Ascension requires more than just cohesion, and factors to be considered are more than just ideological trends..." Russell murmured.

"Huh?" Gray Feng looked at him puzzled.

"Nothing. I mean that the path to mechanical ascension is indeed very profitable, but the population in the Far Eastern Star Territory is too large, and they are all illiterate. Canning for the whole population is a big project, but the huge investment will not see any benefits in the short term. ." Russell changed his words and said: "The invasion of high dimensions has begun. I don't have time to wait for you to train synthetic leaders. Far water cannot quench the near thirst."

Gray Feng's eyebrows that were raised high due to excitement suddenly drooped: "What should we do then? Are we going to mass-produce AI-controlled automatic fleets and put them into war?"

"That's not a problem, but the potential risk of enslaving advanced AI is also a problem." Russell touched Gray Feng's head and said: "We don't have anyone, but the empire does."

"Huh?" Hui Feng's eyes lit up.

"Our ships have fewer people, but the human empire has fewer ships and more people. Not only the ships, but all their munitions are not enough." Russell smiled at her and ordered: "As soon as possible, send troops to the empire near the Baal star system. Get in touch with the Sector, they should have been attacked by the Boundary Breakers and are in urgent need of support."

"The first batch of ships in the giant shipyard will be completed soon. I think I can negotiate a new business with them."

"I got it, Marshal!" Hui Feng left happily.

Seeing her jumping away, Russell's lips raised slightly. He knew why Gray Feng was so happy.

Russell's approach is actually very simple, not very clever.

His current situation is actually similar to that of the Ark Eldar, and the choices he has made are similar. The content of the business Russell wants to do with the governors of various regions is also simple and clear, and can be explained clearly in one sentence:

The Star Bombers provide the Empire with a large number of cheap ships and ammunition, while the Empire uses its own lives to fight against the Boundary Breakers.

The Far East Star Territory is currently in ruins and cannot support large-scale wars, but the Human Empire can. This ancient regime, which has been shaken by thousands of years of suffering, is huge and decadent, but it is enough to protect it from wind and rain. Faced with the high-dimensional invasion, Russell chose to put the empire in front to give himself a chance to develop.

The imperial bureaucrats are naturally not fools, they are very smart, but now that the disaster is coming, they can't help it.

Gray Feng is naturally very smart. When talking about business, of course he needs to show off his chips to make the other party interested.

After leaving the Seeker star base, Gray Wind immediately went to Falla and quickly collected a batch of munitions in line with the combat style of the Human Empire from the Order of Truth and the forging world Musbell, including:

4,000 power swords of different specifications equipped with decomposition force fields;

500 sets of "Tianfu" terminator armor;

…

300 improved "Peregrine" hoverbikes;

… Russell specifically asked Gray Wind to add the cargo of hover motorcycles because he had just received the information sent back by the 10th Expedition Fleet:

A company of the White Scars Chapter happened to be performing a mission in a sector near the Baal system. Baal's sudden loss of contact attracted the attention of this company, and they planned to go to check on Baal's situation after completing the mission at hand.

"The design of the Peregrine hoverbike is derived from the 'Raptor' jetbike equipped by the Eldar and Rangers in Fodlan's Ark. The performance of this new hoverbike is far ahead of any existing ground and flying vehicles in the Human Empire. Its speed can only be controlled by relying on the extreme reaction speed of the Eldar. Even the superhuman Astartes are prone to accidents when driving a Peregrine motorcycle."

Gray Wind was a little puzzled: "Then why did the Marshal include the Peregrine-type spray-painted motorcycle in the arms sales list? The Human Empire does not have Eldar troops, and if Astartes drives it, there will be a car accident..."

"White scars are not afraid of car accidents." Russell smiled.

"Oh..." Gray Feng nodded as if he understood.

After loading the collected arms into ships in batches, Gray Wind controlled 14 small frigates loaded with arms through the L-Star Gate and arrived at the critical base system.

There is a medium-sized armed force on each ship to ensure the safety of diplomats on board, but it is still too weak compared to the expedition fleet, so Gray Wind did not send the already precious monks of truth on this dangerous trip. , but select people from the existing management class in each hive.

"I don't know how many of these 14 ships can reach their destination alive." Russell looked at the small frigate loaded with cargo slowly approaching the quantum slingshot in the center of the galaxy, feeling a little sad.

The ejection of the quantum slingshot has a certain degree of randomness, and it is always impossible to reach the destination accurately. If a ship ejects to a galaxy that has been nailed with a dimensional anchor by the Boundary Breaker, it will never return.

However, no matter how great the risk is, someone will always have to take it. These 14 frigates are only the first batch. When the first batch of warships are brand new from the giant shipyard, a large number of mighty fleets will be launched into the stars.

War and sacrifice have always been the main theme of this galaxy.

"Sacrifice for the continuation of the human species is our destiny..." In front of the porthole of the No. 4 transport ship, a blond woman wrapped in a black gauze dress folded her hands, and her sapphire blue eyes stared at the quantum man ahead. A pulsar imprisoned by a slingshot.

The Baroness of the hive world 'Fafnir', Henryette Fafnir, was also one of the people selected by Gray Wind as a diplomatic envoy to join the first batch of trade fleets.

Gray Feng only chose people based on ability and did not care that Henryette was actually a delicate young lady who had been raised in a boudoir since she was a child and had never traveled far.

She also doesn't care what kind of impact the temporary infusion of huge information such as the Quantum Slingshot, the threat of the Boundary Breakers, the cooperative relationship between the Star Slingers and the Empire will have on the worldview of these temporary diplomats. These need to be digested slowly on the road.

Naturally, Russell did not understand the stories in the hearts of each diplomat. They stood too high and could no longer see the hearts of mortals.

Of course, the more reason is that there is really no choice.

Approaching the energy coverage radius of the quantum slingshot, Henriette hurriedly returned to her cockpit with her skirt in hand. She closed her eyes and, with the help of the implant, recalled the many instructions she had received before leaving, and herself. The aristocratic etiquette that was previously instilled.

Outside the hull, a blue-white light flashed away.