Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 135 127. Summary of the initial investigation of Babarus
The sky in Barbarus was as gloomy as ever, but for the farmers who were used to farming here, today was a bright and sunny day.

Hades stood in the field, thinking about how to arrange the selection of recruits for the Death Guard.

According to his own vision, the recruitment of the Death Guard will have two sources of force: voluntary registration and the private recruitment of talents by the Death Guard.

He didn't have to worry about being blocked from conscription. Babarus's current social structure was still very simple, and there were no so-called aristocratic families or nobility at all.

The Death Guard Legion has absolute management rights on this planet.

After all, on some planets, it would be a rare honor to be selected as an interstellar warrior, and many aristocratic families would have their descendants selected into the legion to further expand their power.

However, there is no such atmosphere on Babarus, everyone is very poor, and there is no extra resources to support the landlords and other classes, so there will be no such bloody incidents like families blocking each other's recruits from signing up.

In fact, the Death Guard needs a lot of recruits, but this does not mean that an individual can become a Death Guard. High-quality recruitment is also the guarantee of the strength of the legion.

The first batch of Barbarus people who were reformed back then were all veterans who had fought with Mortarion in the poisonous gas for many years, and they could be regarded as the group of people with the best military literacy on Barbarus.

But now, due to the intervention of the Empire and the Mechanicus, there has been no large-scale war on Barbarus for a long time. After the legion left, a large number of young and middle-aged Babarus poured into the construction of the star ring, leaving behind the old and weak women and children On the surface of Barbarus.

Of course, what he recruited was not those young and middle-aged people who worked on the star ring. They were too old and had already missed the best age for plastic surgery.

The children who were left by their parents, or sent back to Babarus, were the ones that Hades would focus on recruiting this time.

Star Ring does not provide resources for people without labor, so most of the children born there are sent back to Babarus by their parents.

On Babarus, because the mechanical sages haven't figured out the biological factions here, and they dare not easily burn a primogen's home planet and rebuild it, so Babarus still maintains small-scale farming. mode.

Some agricultural machinery temporarily suitable for local crops was introduced as a transitional tool.

Because the sages believe that this embarrassing period will pass sooner or later, there is no need to design a dedicated assembly line for the current low-efficiency and low-yield crops on Babarus.

But until the end of the first battle of the Death Guard, this embarrassing period has not passed.

Um.
Hades still remembered the scene of those sages staring at each other when he asked about the progress of the sages.

And throw a bunch of papers to Hades to prove that they are indeed working.

Facing the sage, Hades, who put on a polite smile, almost froze.

Of course, I didn't make it difficult for them. As Hades, who had lived on Babarus for a period of time, he naturally knew the weirdness of Babarus.

These estimates would have to wait for him to see if he could get rid of the planet's Nurgle psychic powers.

But when I turned my attention back to Babarus, this planet didn't have any mining foundation, and all that was developed was agriculture, the part near the equatorial ocean, and a part of fishery.

Because there is no excess productivity and the foundation for industrial development, Babarus's business has not developed at all, and even barter transactions can be seen in most areas.

In fact, Mortarion's stronghold was also a distribution system, money?What is money.

That is to say, those people who came back from the star ring would bring back some imperial currency, but these small pieces of metal are basically equivalent to useless on Babarus.

But what is interesting is that Hades found that some trinkets that can be used to decorate the gas mask are particularly popular on Babarus. Change to food.

A unique scene appeared——

Young and middle-aged adults on Babarus would choose to work in Star Ring, because the environment there is generally better, and the emerging human settlements also attract the attention of Babarusians who have been farming all their lives.

The mechanical sages or imperial bureaucrats on the star ring will exchange a large amount of living materials for their labor. Even if they cannot continue to work, this large amount of materials is enough for them to return to Babarus for the rest of their lives.

At present, Babarus' star ring is mainly producing various semi-finished mechanical components that may be used in the transformation of Babarus in the future, and is responsible for the production of some living materials of the Death Guard Legion.

Of course, some quick-witted Barbarians choose to join the service industry, either as servants of an imperial bureaucrat or as a businessman in a human settlement.

Of course, more daring people will try to catch a passing merchant ship and leave their hometown completely.

Compared with the still lifeless Babarus, the star ring surrounding it reveals the rapid development of a civilization after getting rid of the predicament of survival.

On Babarus, those who choose to stay, or wait for themselves to become high-level laborers, and then go to work on the star ring, are still carrying out the necessary farming day after day.

Every morning, the children in the village will go to the outside of the village in groups of three and four to work in their own farmland.

The old people are doing rough processing of agricultural products at home, as well as cooking and other housework.

Before staying, the death guards stationed in Babarus would regularly patrol large and small human settlements, so these villages that lack young and middle-aged labor are rarely attacked by wild creatures.

Now, the life of a standard Barbarusian would be like this——

Born on the star ring, and then sent back to Barbarus by his parents, he was brought up by the elderly or relatives in the same village.

When he or she is old enough to pick up a farm implement, the plow begins.

When he or she is old enough to do most of the work on the ring, he or she will go to the ring, spend most of his life there, meet a lover, give birth to a child, and send the child back to Babarus .

If they lived long enough, long enough to live without the value of their labor, then they would return to Barbarus with their savings and help their children and grandchildren.

Of course, this story should only last for one generation. The wealth has not been accumulated, and the first batch of old people have just returned to their hometowns.

Hades blinked.

Why is this sense of sight so strong?

He really wants to change the current situation, but the top priority is to select the first batch of recruits first, and then discuss the construction of Babarus in the long run.

Barbarus couldn't go on like this for long, Hades knew that very well.

The industry on the star ring is not enough to sustain the explosive population growth for a long time, and Babarus, a planet, is required to take on this important task.

But until Nurgle's psychic problems are resolved, the planet is not yet suitable for other long-term construction plans.

Psionics Maybe he can try the black stone obelisk, but the obelisk has been damaged more thoroughly since he tossed it last time
And the working range of a black stone obelisk is definitely not enough to cover a planet.
"Are you thinking about how to select recruits?"

A familiar voice interrupted Hades' thoughts.

Hades didn't even turn his head,
"Finally out of the medical room?"

Mortarion glanced at Hades, then silently looked away.

Hades. Did you say that before?
"It's really hard to accept."

As he sat there, before the dying Karas, Mortarion thought a lot.

What did he do to make his friend choose the path of betrayal.

Maybe Callas didn't do it voluntarily, but he chose to ignore his old friend who was gradually degrading.
Mortarion still remembered the first time he met Calastephon, the young man in a state of distress, struggling to get up from the mud,
"Mortarion, I know you, you are the child of the alien lord."

Then the young man gave a sly smile,

"I knew that you would save us."

"Come with us, down the mountain, to the human village."

In the distance, Hades, who was still a child, was sitting in a truck and yelling at them to run.

Mortarion was still thinking about avenging his adoptive father, because he thought that Nacre would not let it go and follow them?Then he will kill everyone.

But Callas grabbed his wrist directly and dragged himself down the hill.

He is a Primarch, and mortal strength means nothing to him.

But he was still dragged over, and since then, he has been dragged to the other side of fate.

Dan Callas
Can he pull Karas out of the quagmire of fate?

Would the still-comatose Kalastifon give him the chance?

If Mortarion is going to lose this opportunity completely, can he try not to create a greater tragedy?

Perhaps I, who had been obsessed with liberation before, neglected too much.

Liberation, yes, liberation.

He has been liberating, he is chasing liberation.

The oath the three of them once swore was liberation, and the words he had silently recited countless times was liberation.

But when Callas was lying on the bed lifelessly, when Hades was anxiously planning the conscription and many other matters.

Did Mortarion suddenly realize that what he wanted really, was just liberation?
What they promised him at the beginning was liberation itself, or the infinite possibilities after liberation?

He still remembered that when he was preparing to attack Nacre, he had imagined the people's livelihood and recovery after Barbarus.

But then he was interrupted by the Emperor.

What followed was the promise of a biological father, a greater liberation, a more glorious liberation
There was a moment, Mortarion admitted, when he was indeed shaken by that false assurance.

He did so without hesitation, patiently sharpening his scythe one more time, vowing to liberate world after world.

He seemed to be climbing a never-ending mountain.

But did the world he liberated before really cheer for its liberation?

"You cannot substitute one tyranny for another."

"Have you communicated with those locals?"

Are the heirs he leads truly proud of his liberation?

Mortarion pondered in silence behind the mask of his breath, poisonous gas slowly dripping from the statue.

He emerged from the infirmary at last, and the Barbarians never mourned injuries for long, life went on, and the grieving weak were gassed.

Only the strong who adapt to reality can survive, even if the reality is not what he once thought.

Mortarion blinked, staring at Hades who was surveying the terrain and thinking about recruit selection.

"I came out of the infirmary,"

"Because the medical room is not a quiet place, Vaux and Gallo's request for communication is sent to me every five minutes."

Hades turned his head and cast a disbelieving glance at Mortarion, who had a rare dry sense of humor on display.

They tacitly kept silent on the subject of Calastephon.

"Oh, I hope Galo and Vox are okay"

Hades sighed,

"What's going on with them?"

"The cleanup after the war is almost done, but they are still negotiating with the imperial department about taking over the administration."

"what is interesting is,"

Mortarion said,
"According to Galo's report, the empire even sent two batches of bureaucrats with reversed orders to implement different tax policies."

Hades shook his head silently. The administration of the empire... fits his stereotype as always.

"Then don't you help them deal with the Gallaspar side? Come and see the conscription?"

"Barbarus's second batch of conscripts, of course I should be there."

Mortarion was justified.

"And I have already approved the post-war treatment of Galaspar, and the tasks of connecting with other forces will be handed over to Jia Luo and Vox."

The Primarch's efficiency was astonishing as ever, but Mortarion also resolutely let go of the minutiae about his reluctance to manage.

Without giving Hades a chance to ask about the job again, Mortarion spoke directly.

"By the way, how do you plan to select recruits?"

Hades shrugged.

"I have not decided yet."

Should we simply look at the indicators of the physical examination, or capture some wild animals for fighting competitions, or let the selectors directly fight for promotion?

These are relatively common ideas, and the selection of recruits often serves the positioning of each legion.

For example, the Space Wolves, they will throw the recruits to be screened on the snow field of Fenris, and as long as they can return alive, they can get a ticket.

There are various methods of physical fitness screening, and Hades wanted to choose an easy and quick method.

But Hades hopes that when screening recruits who are physically qualified, can they screen these recruits psychologically and ideologically?
During the Great Expedition, the legion's ideological review of recruits was quite loose, infinitely close to none.

But this can't be blamed on the legion, after all, the selection criteria of thought and mind are too idealistic——

"simply,"

Mortarion's power armor creaked, he raised the giant scythe in his hand, and pointed at the mountains in the distance,
"Just let them climb the mountain."

"A death guard needs tenacity. Only those who survive in nature can become a qualified death guard."

Hades looked towards the mountains. As the altitude increased, the poisonous gas became more intense.

The training for the Death Guard rebels back then also took them to climb the mountains.

"Can."

Hades said slowly, but before that, he had to make sure that there would be no interference from Nurgle's psychic energy in the poisonous gas there.

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