Xyrin Empire-Chapter 685 Integration Department

Ever since I had that chance meeting with Lola in the Totem Area, where she confided the awkward predicament of being a leader within a weaker civilization, I had been constantly preoccupied with that matter. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

That is, the strengths of worlds under the Empire were uneven, the combat methods 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 equipment, and if the excessively weak civilizations could only gradually fall behind in this equipment 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 emerge 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 met their demise this way, especially since the Void is absolutely not friendly to those who challenge it for the first time)—they might even encounter the Abyss.

The civilizations clustering around the Empire naturally avoided such numerous 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 homeworld being saved, the affiliated races of the Empire now wholeheartedly battle bloodily on the frontlines against the Abyss.

But if merely 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 become stumbling blocks. The only way for an affiliated civilization not to be cannon fodder is to qualify themselves as warriors, in other words, to become stronger.

This simple principle is something every leader of every civilization could think of, but the difficulty of bringing it into practice is immense. 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 same 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 mention anything else, the lifespans of the Giants from Azeroth alone are enough for humans to evolve several times over from paramecia to bipedal! How to compensate for a historical disparity of tens of times?

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 methods.

The Affiliated World Military Integration Department (or the Second Military Integration Department, Military Integration Department, Integration Department, etc., whichever our mixed group of leaders can finally remember) 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 methods, unified equipment—the latter is the most crucial. Right now, under the name of the Empire, with four or five worlds and dozens of battalions, each has its own standard equipment. Those from the same world are slightly better, but the standard equipment 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 James 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 mean 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 remembering 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 time 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 me, 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 meaning of my previous words. They hadn’t noticed their Supreme 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 Supreme Commander brought back a sense of urgency they hadn’t felt since the Salvation War. Moments 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 mean 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 me, 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 me add to what my lover meant."

"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 equipment, operational guidelines, and combat quality standards, with unified command and logistics. The Supreme Commander, of course, will be served by the Imperial Leader, while the troop leaders will be designated by each world. This arrangement 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 methods 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 times," 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 meant stripping each world of its independent military power. From now on, each world would lose its armed forces, which would instead merge 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 merely a king’s sorrow for his people about to lose their native soldiers.

How should I put it? His sorrow... seemed somewhat unnecessary.

"Uh, let me 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 Department 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 same 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 mention, 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 me. How could one command under such circumstances? The chaos in equipment leading to logistical troubles, and the requirement for each world to bring its own logistics when marching to war, need no mention. Soldiers of the Vedis Empire wear armor coated with Ao Tie, but who in other worlds has the capability to repair it? The equipments of Azeroth Mages are all enchanted; can the Protos Natives handle this technology? Actually, the Military Integration Department’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 come together (this rule mainly accounts for special joint worlds like the Galaxy Civilization Community)—by the Integration Department, 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 Department 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 equipment for the Vassal Army. Since there are many races in the Vassal Army, not all equipment will be suitable for everyone, but at least we need to ensure basic support compatibility among them. This uniform equipment 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 equipment."

At this point, I paused, my gaze drifting toward Lola, who was listening intently, and indeed, she immediately reacted, giving me a heartfelt smile.

This was truly one of the few heartfelt expressions from this Fox Woman since I had known her.

The standardization of equipment 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 equipment, 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 extremely 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 extreme 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 Department 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. Remember, this is a challenge, but also an opportunity: you can directly receive first-hand technological support from the Empire, and this time, it will be tailor-made for you."

My last statement reminded these racial leaders present, who were somewhat stunned by the significant military changes, of the vast potential benefits that forming the Integration Department 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 deformed 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 become extinct?"

Lilina fell silent, just twisting her body and pretending to sleep.

"Ah Jun, I didn’t expect you to come up with such a plan," Sandora came 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 me, 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 come up with such a wicked plan at the spur of the moment," 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 Department 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." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please vote and support it on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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