Chapter 1037 A Plan
"Will the medical support provided by the Prompt Relief Company be better than that of the Tyrone Army Medical Corps?" Guilliman asked.
"Of course not, but they have a large number of retired military doctors, and they have developed automatic medical drones. At least they can play a role in places that are difficult for the Tailong Army Medical Corps to take care of." Qin Mo said, "If you are an injured Astra Militarum soldiers, they will try their best to remove you from the battle line. They have armed security authorized for use in war zones, sufficient medical supplies, and medical personnel."
"There weren't many casualties in the war with those skeletons, because once they were hit by a Gauss rifle, they would be dead."
"But if it is affected by the aftershocks of the giant war machine's artillery fire, then there is a possibility of survival."
As he spoke, Qin Mo pointed to the back of the contract.
"I have purchased the highest level of medical insurance for you and the other Primarchs, as well as your Legion Commanders."
Guilliman looked at the back of the contract.
The Primarch's medical insurance services cost as much as a single Astra Militarum infantry regiment of hundreds of thousands of people.
The medical protection provided by this expensive insurance service is naturally unimaginably rich.
If the Primarch is willing to share his life signal and is willing to bring a small teleportation beacon device, then in the event that they are injured or trapped, the armed security forces and combat medics specially established in the war zone will use, including but not limited to, orbital drop pods. Civilian teleportation technology and other means were used to reach the original body.
The Armed Security Forces will employ retired elite generals from the Tyrone Army for operational planning and command. Military doctors with both frontline combat experience and medical skills, as well as elite veterans of the Tyrone Army who have experienced military exploits but do not want to return to a peaceful life, will form an action team. , in addition, there will be security iron men developed by Standard Industries, specially used to provide combat services to companies that have obtained armed concessions in war zones.
"Isn't the retirement fee of the Tyrone Army quite high? Why are there still retired soldiers licking blood from the tip of their swords just to make money?" Guilliman asked.
"This involves human diversity." Qin Mo also felt helpless, "For some people, they make money just to lick blood from the tip of a knife."
"Ultramar." Guilliman picked up the quill and signed his name on the contract. "The merchants of Tyrone always surprise people."
Guilliman recalled something he discovered when he was responsible for managing logistics during the Golden Crusade.
There is a galaxy in the Tyrone star sector. This galaxy's main business is growing fruits that must be cultivated in traditional ways. This galaxy gave birth to a beverage company that uses fruits that have extremely harsh growing conditions but can refresh the mind to make drinks.
The beverage company is called Great Drinks.
Excellent Beverage grew up during the Golden Expedition. The founder of this beverage company roped in the entire family and employees who were not afraid of death, rented a transport ship from the Hokkaido Shipping Industry, and went directly to every warring star system to sell drinks in a life-threatening manner. .
Later, after their rapid growth, they had their own beverage sales and transportation fleet, which was composed of special transport ships ordered from Hokkaido Shipbuilding Industry with full defense.
In this war, the best drinks are naturally not absent.
"I have always liked to cooperate with Tyrone's commercial companies, exchange supplies or introduce factories." Guilliman transmitted the contract to Qin Mo, "I think they are more friendly and generous to ordinary people than nobles."
"No, they are just restrained, otherwise you will see them using your people from the five hundred worlds as iron men." Qin Mo transmitted the contract.
This medical security service has officially come into effect.
Qin Mo recalled that he saw the Death Army's fleet when he arrived at the decisive battle site, so he said to Guilliman: "Have the Death Army and the world of Otanza signed a war agreement with us again?"
"Yes." Guilliman nodded, "It is not difficult for rational members of various species in the galaxy to realize that our fates are intertwined and we share weal and woe, and they took the initiative to participate in the war."
The Death Army's participation in the war did not surprise Qin Mo, but the participation of the Otansa people in the war was surprising.
The Ark World of Otansa only followed humans to participate in the Golden Expedition. Qin Mo thought they would shrink back and recuperate, but this Ark World followed their Phoenix Lord Moganla to join the war again.
He couldn't understand, Qin Mo simply didn't want to think about it.
This communication between him and Guilliman was not just for medical services. What he really wanted to talk about was about the enemy.
"The metal descendants of the Necrontyr have serious conflicts with each other, which means that they are not just dominated by two opposing factions, Szarak and Imotek."
"So I think it's possible to use other factions within them to end the war and solve many problems once and for all."
Qin Mo said and thought.
Guilliman also thought about it, but he thought it was not feasible: "Those descendants of the Necrontyr hate flesh and blood creatures with souls, and supporting one faction and fighting another will not change this."
"What if we can turn them back into creatures with souls?" Qin Mo said.
After hearing this, Guilliman's brain was spinning rapidly. After thinking carefully, he nodded: "If it can really be done, it is indeed feasible. But even if they become creatures with souls and stop fighting or even cooperate with us because of this favor, then They are also a race, and this ancient and powerful race will not abide by the rules dominated by humans."
"If we can really find a way to give them souls, I will leave a backdoor to ensure that I can deprive them of it." Qin Mo said, "I have set up a laboratory in the subspace rift near the Great Vortex where the reality membrane and the curtain have been completely torn apart. Maybe I can find a way to give and deprive souls."
"This is safe." Guilliman's eyes fell on the ceiling, and he expressed his views while thinking, "I have been thinking about what this war will be like in the end. Imotekh is here to exterminate us, so it must be a fight to the death. Even if humans win in the end, that's... Even if we put aside the outcome of the war, this war itself has caused trauma to the real universe. One side is an ancient race with advanced technology, and the other side has the help of the Star God. What is the difference between this and the War in Heaven?"
Qin Mo agreed with Guilliman very much.
In the end, he also made a decision.
"I will find a way to give souls. If it is feasible, I will create something that can not only deprive souls but also exterminate them as a means of bottom-up."
"But we still have to win the war, even if it is just a stalemate, at least destroying several dynasties. Because pure favor cannot obtain pure gratitude."
"Of course, there may be no way to give souls at all, so we have to plan for the worst case scenario, that is, humans win a tragic victory, and then we need reserve forces to repair the trauma caused by the war and resist the invasion of the dark gods."
Qin Mo took all the possibilities into consideration.
When he mentioned the need for reserve forces, Guilliman suddenly felt as if he was facing the situation at a certain moment ten thousand years ago.
At that time, it was necessary to consider the possibility that Terra had been captured by the rebels. In order to give humans a chance to breathe and rise again, the Second Empire was born in Ultramar.
It is the same now.
Guilliman has begun to plan to select a part of the area far away from the front line of the war to make it prosperous and powerful, but the selected reserve forces will not immediately participate in this war, because it is a trump card built for the worst case scenario.
As the Primarch continued to ponder this, he suddenly felt the Emperor quietly poking his head out from behind him.