This room, temporarily used as the emperor's office, is more like a military camp, with bright lines and plenty of light. Only the golden curtains embroidered with wolf heads and cloud patterns silently highlight the status of its owner. Outside the window is the bustling Augustus
In the center of Grad, the Royal Palace looks like a giant looking at the majestic buildings in an orderly manner with a stern look. The sky is covered with dark clouds and it is raining coldly.
Kerrigan was wearing a white silk dress and a red velvet jacket with gold edges. There were two small mountains of paper documents on the table in front of her, and the holographic projector beside it was always turned on.
Flashing non-stop.
Sometimes she even has to deal with government affairs until late at night, leaving little time for rest.
Although many of them are insignificant matters, such as the routine report of the governor of a certain border world, Augustgrad always has to review and approve the reply. If there were ten times more imperial worlds, it would be almost exhausting.
A few months ago, wars were still raging all over the empire, major and minor wars broke out at the same time, and the palace was almost flooded with war reports and requests for support.
It wasn't until Augustus gathered his troops to go to Aiur, attack the Yellow Dragon, and force the Golden Fleet and the main force of the Overlord Swarm to return for reinforcements that the pressure on the empire's front line was relieved.
Augustus called this besieging Wei and rescuing Zhao.
Kerrigan then turned over a report signed by the Minister of Shipping. It stated how many Imperial transport ships had been sunk and disappeared due to attacks during this period, and detailed statistics on how many crystal mines were carried on them.
Storage tanks, liquid high-energy gas tanks, rare minerals, meat, cotton, wood, wool and other materials produced in various places, all it took was to clearly declare that the people of the empire would starve and freeze at the end of the year.
Seeing this, Kerrigan couldn't help but rub her hair angrily and let out a series of lamentations.
The Secretary of the Navy's document was on the other side of the table. He listed the number of naval warships, fighter planes and artillery shells produced this year. He said that the new warship construction and dock expansion plans had been completed, but mentioned the shipbuilding plan for next year and
As well as the budget review, this representative of the Imperial Navy, who had high hopes from many senior naval admirals, shamelessly added a few extra zeros after a bunch of suffocating and terrifying figures.
Let me conclude by saying that everyone in the Navy knows that the work of colleagues in the Ministry of Finance is difficult, but no matter how poor they are, the Navy cannot be poor. I hope they will not be ignorant.
In comparison, the Planetary Army and Marine Corps are at least more than human beings. What they want are living people. Of course, since we have people, power armor, weapons, artillery, various types of tanks, heavy tanks, armor
The personnel carrier and ammunition must be matched to each other without overdoing it.
Before the troops and horses are moved, food and grass go first. When it comes to the materials needed for the war, massive military supplies are also indispensable. If it is not enough, then we have to build more factories and carry out industrial transformation. When the production capacity is limited, we can only sacrifice some parts that are not necessary for the war.
Products that benefit.
Kerrigan only sees two words in the whole article, cannibalism. The war consumes both resources and real population. If we continue to fight at this intensity, we will not be able to wait for the baby boomers at the beginning of the empire to grow up.
, the empire has collapsed.
It is not easy to balance the expenditures of various departments in peacetime, but when it comes to war, it is simply a chaos of chaos.
Since the Tyranids declared a state of war, laboratories, factories, arsenals, recruitment centers, barracks and countless related offices have sprung up, becoming part of the Tyranids' huge war machine. But in the final analysis, war is
The machine also needs to be refueled, and the empire is not a perpetual motion machine.
In comparison, it is much easier to control a swarm of insects. The queen's order is the meaning of all existence, absolute loyalty, never doubt, expand, grow, and conquer. The hearts of the swarm are as one, they are one and billions of them.
Ten thousand.
At this time, Kerrigan had noticed Louis and Rosa Morales standing at the door, so she waved to them to come over.
"Thank you for your hard work, Rosa." Kerrigan nodded to Morales first, then looked at Louis on the other side:
"Louis, come here."
Morales bowed her head and saluted, then stood aside.
Kerrigan held Louis in her arms as she flew over, and mother and daughter rubbed each other face to face.
Louise has passed the age where she can be picked up with one hand, and she is also very tall. She is a very beautiful little girl, but she has the determination of the Mengsk family in her eyebrows.
Valerian's face has the softness and neutrality of his mother Julianna, but Louise is more like a child of sword and fire.
There are no extra decorations in this room, only the fireplace of Mengsk's old mansion is retained. A ball of yellow light is embedded in the marble wall tiles, and the burning incense wood makes a peeling sound, lingering in the air.
The incense does not make people feel tired.
There is a framed oil painting next to the fireplace, which is a portrait of Louis' great-grandfather hunting wolves in Stillling Forest. This kind of wolf has long been extinct in Korhal, and there are only some wild dogs that have been deformed by radiation.
A sweeping robot is flying around on the wool carpet, looking like a blue-black beetle.
"Baby, how was your day?" Kerrigan asked, holding Louis' head.
When Kerrigan educated Louis, he did not train her as the heir to the throne. In fact, when she gave birth to Louis, she had neither the experience of being a mother nor how to become a queen respected by the people.
.
She is neither a royal lady nor a middle-class woman from a wealthy family, nor is she a dynastic princess in the traditional sense.
Despite this, no one now questions Kerrigan's qualifications to become the queen. They are just making a fuss about her past identity as a ghost of the old Federation. Kerrigan's queen-like temperament is natural, and the huge Tyranid Empire can't find it again.
There is no one who can compare with it.
As a ruler, Kerrigan is resolute and resolute, and there is no such thing as weakness in her body, but as a mother, she is gentle and approachable.
"It couldn't be better." Louis liked his mother very much.
Her strict father would always ask questions in his soul, Lu Lu, have you finished your homework today?
But if he had time, Augustus would be more willing to take Louis out to play.
"Today is Master Selmus' class, right?" Kerrigan looked at Moralis, and soon received a nod from the latter: "I hope to get a fair evaluation of you from him."
Kerrigan organized the language.
Even for a dark master like Selmus, teaching Lewis is not an easy task. The way of thinking of human cubs is completely different from that of the Nerazim protoss. It is not only unreasonable, but also breakthrough.
It overturned past theories.
To use an analogy that humans can understand, among the Dark Templars, in order to control a war horse, you must first develop a relationship with them and gain their approval, and then match the horse with a good saddle. Louis said, ah? Why don't you
How about just carrying the horse and walking away?
The important thing is that these subversive and incredible theories can all be realized in Louis. But if other Dark Templars want to do the same, even if they have the support of powerful void energy, according to martial arts novels, they may go wrong.