Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 281 Unification of Opinions 1

"All."

When Mei told the military force required for this war, which was calculated by the Eldar prophet Charandi and the human mechanical sages, all the nobles fell silent.

"Excuse me?" In the silence, another noble asked, "Miss Eldar, how many people do you want?"

"Everyone! I need all the human garrison troops stationed inside Blackwater Fortress, including your personal guards, to join this war."

This time, Mei's shocking speech did not trigger any discussion or argument, but instead caused unanimous ridicule.

"Miss Eldar, you're being a bit too fanciful." Regen stood up and said mercilessly, "Why don't you just order your people to try to break out now? The end result will be the same as if we gave you all our forces: death."

"We have made careful calculations. If we want to maximize the success rate of this operation, we must be unreserved. Moreover, after success, my people will also assist you in defense..."

"Success rate!" Reagan rudely interrupted what Mei was about to say. "You mean, even if we give you all our troops, you can't guarantee victory, right?"

Mei agreed.

"Governor, you really shouldn't have rung that damn bell and wasted our time." Reagan turned and stared at the young man who had embarrassed him a few days ago. "We just made a big gamble four days ago and lost all our decades of business. Now we're making another big gamble. What will we lose? Our lives!"

After saying this, Regen stood up and looked around at the other nobles present.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't let their bait seduce you. If you lose your life, you really lose everything."

Then he left his seat and announced to everyone, "I'm withdrawing. Please forgive my family for not being able to provide any help in this matter. During this time, please don't bother me with such ridiculous things!"

Reagan walked towards the exit of the conference room, and no one tried to persuade or stop him.

Because what he said was indeed true. The consequences of the last gamble were still fresh in people's minds. The nobles present this time no longer had the courage or the capital. Perhaps even hope had disappeared along with the defeat report three days ago.

When Reagan announced his withdrawal, it also declared the failure of this supreme meeting.

Sending out all the forces was already a gamble with a low chance of winning, and now a great noble had simply withdrawn, so the number of troops that could be sent out was reduced, and the chance of winning plummeted even more.

So everyone was watching Reagan leaving, waiting for him to take the lead. After he opened the door of the conference room and disappeared, more nobles would follow him and declare their surrender.

At this time, Mei, Gloria, and Howard all looked at this young man who was eloquent in the last Supreme Meeting but was silent in this meeting.

They knew better than anyone else the huge disparity in military strength between humans and orcs.

No one knows better than him what kind of people these so-called nobles are.

Just as Reagan accused them, they knew from the beginning that relying on these conditions to drive these people was nothing but a pipe dream.

But he still has a card in his hand that he is unwilling to use and will only play it at the last moment.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Reagan."

Just as Reagan's hand was about to touch the door handle, Esrick called him.

"We still have the Crimson Sword."

The Crimson Sword is a Moon-class cruiser under the command of the Trevikon family. After a long period of decline, it is also the only remaining space battleship of the Trevikon family.

More than forty years ago, human colonists arrived on this planet aboard a fleet led by this old Moon-class cruiser.

To this day, this cruiser is the only space force on the planet Karenya.

The Moon-class cruiser is five kilometers long and 0.8 kilometers wide at its widest point. It is the most common and versatile space battleship in the empire. It is equipped with many ground-to-ground weapons such as macro cannons, light spears, and torpedoes. When the enemy does not have air superiority, a Moon-class cruiser is enough to bring them destruction.

However, even forty years ago, the Crimson Sword was already very old. The cost of its daily upkeep and maintenance was an astronomical figure for the then-nascent Karenya colonists. Eventually, the Karenya colonists extinguished the Crimson Sword's power reactor and sealed it up.

It is said to be sealed, but in fact it is just thrown into the synchronous orbit and left alone, like a piece of space junk.

As a child, Esrick, led by his father, once took a Skyhawk shuttle and watched from afar this old friend who had accompanied the Trevikon family for hundreds of years. The faded red color of the cruiser seemed to symbolize the family's lost glory.

And now, it has become Esrick's last hope and bargaining chip.

"Crimson Sword?" Regen stopped when he heard the name. How could he not know the flagship that led and protected their family to this planet?

"Will it still start?" Reagan asked.

"My people have already arrived in synchronous orbit to prepare for the start-up. Give me 17 hours and I can complete the work." The Mechanical Sage had already begun preparations before the meeting. He then looked at the young Governor and said:

"But whether the Crimson Sword can be powered on depends entirely on you, the current head of the Trivicon family. Only when you press the switch can the warship be activated. It recognizes your blood."

"It's possible and possible!" Reagan didn't know why he felt inexplicably angry. Then he suppressed his emotions and said, "Okay, then give me an answer in 17 hours. If the Crimson Sword can be started normally, the Doyle family is willing to do its best to help!"

After saying that, Reagan slammed the door and left.

In the short distance of less than one meter between opening and closing the door, the nobleman's attitude made a 180-degree turn.

Reagan made his statement and left. It was the turn of the other nobles to express their opinions. But before making a decision, Hubbard asked a question:

"How can we trust this Eldar, trust that she will keep her promise after using us to achieve her goals?"

In fact, Vicklor had asked this question before, and at that time May made a promise in the name of Howard, and the inside story must have been impossible to explain clearly to these nobles.

So Esrick came forward as guarantor:

"I guarantee this for Miss Eldar on behalf of my honor as the Patriarch of the Trevikon Family and my position as Governor of Karenya. If Miss Mei betrays us, I will bear full responsibility," Esrick said. "If you still have questions, I can leave a written document."

The Governor's assurance finally dispelled most of their concerns. Although some people still believed that this cooperation was fraught with doubts, at least the risks were no longer unacceptable.

The premise of all this is that the Crimson Sword can be successfully awakened after seventeen hours.

Based on the prerequisite of the awakening of the Crimson Sword, various nobles announced their participation in this cooperation one after another, and left the meeting room after expressing their attitudes.

Soon, only five people were left in the huge conference room: Esrick, May, the nun, Howard and the Mechanical Sage, but no one spoke.

Esrick leaned back in his chair and looked up at the glaring light on the ceiling.

He suddenly felt very tired.