Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 1021 09.1020: 'If you don't occupy the propaganda front, then your opponent will...'

These images are all real combat recordings taken on Minerva by combat recorders.

Horatio commissioned Yin Shuyao, a self-taught post-production specialist, to edit and splice these bloody and realistic scenes, adding stirring music and narration. Horatio personally oversaw the final product.

To achieve the best promotional effect, Horatio even sought the help of Iron Hands to personally learn the elegant and complex Sintira Low Gothic language to provide voiceover for the promotional video.

He and she filmed and revised the footage many times until they finally achieved a result that satisfied him.

Finally, the scene cuts back to the brightly lit control room, focusing on the host and Horatio.

"Then, Lord Cochrane, one last question."

In your promotional video, you promised that all those who join the Imperial Navy's Orbital Landing Force will uniformly receive full Imperial citizenship, personally certified by the Sector's Department of the Interior.

Is this true? Is there not even any distinction between first-class, second-class, and third-class citizens?

"of course."

Horatio's voice was steady and powerful: "Joining the Orbital Landing Force is to dedicate oneself to spreading the glory of the God-Emperor and to the great cause of all mankind."

Joining the military guarantees full civil rights!

The scene immediately shifts, filling the entire screen with a huge, golden Imperial Navy emblem. Below, in clear and prominent Sintieri Low Gothic script, a line of large text reads:
Want to learn more? Welcome to visit any of the following 130 recruitment sites for consultation and registration!

Join the Imperial Navy's Orbital Landing Force and save the world; service guarantees citizenship!
"..."

This groundbreaking recruitment plan was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly dragging the entire city of Sintira from its usual bustling activity into an unusual silence.

In the coffee salon, a gentleman's hand, which was holding a coffee cup, was suspended in mid-air. His gaze had long since shifted from the newspaper in his hand, and he was staring blankly at the promotional video.

"Well... I have to admit, their promotional video was really well made."

The gentleman, who was rushing to the Profit Point Exchange, nervously adjusted his tie, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid. "Perhaps... I should take a look at the Imperial Navy's newly issued war bonds and the military industry sector today."

Captain Dortlp of the Cuirassier Regiment slowly shifted his gaze from the holographic screen outside the window to his squire, who was still in shock.

The young squire was still completely immersed in the romanticized war depicted through the "knightly filter" of the promotional video.

The recruitment propaganda video effectively captured the intense immersion brought about by the real cruelty of war, and the ambitious spirit of achieving success that it instilled through artistic embellishment.

Only when his master's gaze fell upon him did the servant snap out of his daze and hurriedly continue to diligently wipe the already gleaming armor.

"We want to join the army!"

When will the conscription physical examinations begin?

"Take me away! I can't stand this damn place anymore!"

"When can I board the ship?! When can I board the ship?!"

After a brief moment of shock, countless eligible young civilians surged toward the nearest conscription point like a tidal wave.

Commoners in Sintila don't have many job options.

The Imperial Navy's recruitment campaign quickly stirred up the first huge ripples among young people who were single, had no family or no family at all, and spent their days working on busy assembly lines, serving dishes in greasy restaurants, or doing odd jobs in various corners of the city.

In particular, the vigorous "Great Revolution" a few months ago instilled in many of them an unrealistic longing to join the army and fight for the God Emperor.

Of course, there is also the desire to change one's fate.

Unfortunately, the resistance from Sintira's conservative faction remains too great.

After the noble leaders returned to Sintira, they immediately expelled the military reformers who had participated in the revolution from the army and kicked them all out of the meat grinder-like vortex line.

This caused many people to miss the opportunity to join the army and to feel a deep fear of the horrific conditions along the defensive line.

Since the troops that join the military reform faction are poorly paid and could die at any time, then the orbital landing force that joins the Imperial Navy should be better paid and relatively safe, right?
This is many people's first impression of the Imperial Navy.

After all, in the eyes of most people, they are just a group of gentlemen who never touch the ground, who can easily complete their mission by simply pressing the fire button with their fingers on a comfortable and safe track and launching a spectacular bombardment.

The blind, idealized view of the Imperial Navy has led many to intentionally overlook the fact that the unit being recruited is actually called the "Orbital Drop Troopers of Imperial Navy".
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Sintira, the "Brave New World" Broadcasting and Television Building.

In front of Horatio, Yin Shuyao, who was squatting next to the camera, quietly raised the corners of her lips and gave him a thumbs up.

“Thank you, Ms. Juliet.” Horatio smiled, put on his bicorn hat, and stood up from his seat. “As a token of our appreciation, we will donate a ‘donation’ worth three profit points to the ‘Brave New World’ broadcasting station.”

"Also, this is a small gift I prepared personally for you, very suitable for a beautiful lady like you. Thank you again for your kind hosting today." Horatio took out an exquisite jewelry box from his pocket, opened it, and presented it to the female host with a smile.

"Oh~" The beautiful woman subconsciously covered her red lips and let out a small gasp.

Inside the box was a magnificent diamond ring crafted from Cintira's most popular "Void Obsidian".

A mere one-carat of this rare gemstone is enough to deter many upper-class ladies from even considering its value.

Now, this young naval captain casually pulled out a huge 20-carat Void Obsidian diamond ring and presented it to himself.

"It is my honor to serve such a handsome and generous imperial hero as you."

She stretched out her slender, snow-white fingers, gently picked up the diamond ring, and eagerly put it on her hand.

The ring size was even more perfect than any ring she had ever had custom-made at great expense.

"You even knew I wore a size 11 ring, how thoughtful of you." The beautiful female host blushed as she stepped down from the bar stool, her floor-length gown trailing behind her, and walked to Horatio's side, speaking shyly.

“Since it’s a gift, it should be custom-made,” he said with a smile.

These words made the popular female host's face blush even more.

"My Lord, you have come from afar. Please allow me to welcome you with a feast. I will arrange for you to stay in the most upscale banquet hall of the Sibelius district, which is not far away, just across from our Broadcasting Building."

Would you do me the honor of spending a wonderful evening with me tonight? I would love to show you firsthand the most fashionable style and artistic trends at Sintila.

She gently wrapped her arms around the sleeve of his magnificent uniform, almost pressing her lips, painted with a sexy, fiery red, against his face.

Horatio smiled. "Please forgive me, madam. I have an appointment tonight, and military duties take precedence."

"Oh, you're such a capable and reliable hero. If not tonight, another day is fine too."

You can come anytime. Here is my contact information.

The female host took a business card tucked into her stockings from her gorgeous gown and slipped it into the breast pocket of Horatio's tuxedo. "I look forward to appearing on screen with an imperial hero like you again. This has truly been one of the best experiences of my career."

"You flatter me, madam. See you later. The military meeting is still waiting for me."

He politely removed the female host's hand from his silky sleeve, put on his peaked cap, and said to Yin Shuyao beside him, "Shuyao, let's go."

"Yes, Captain." Dressed in a smart naval civilian uniform, with white stockings and exquisite buckled leather shoes, the accounting officer, carrying a thick notebook, jogged to her captain's side and followed him out.

"Oh, what a sexy man..." The female host was immersed in her own imagined world of romance, looking at the enormous, shimmering obsidian diamond ring on her finger under the bright studio lights, completely captivated.

Horatio, having left the control room, accompanied by his chief accountant, got into his black hovercar bearing the insignia of the Imperial Navy.

“You did a very good job, Xiaoyao.”

He pulled the still-scented business card from his pocket with two fingers and handed it to the accountant: "Keep in touch with her. We need this popular female host to help us further expand our reputation and influence in Sintila."

"Yes, Captain!" The girl's cheeks were flushed, and she was thrilled to hear the captain's praise.

On the surface, it was an ordinary news interview; in reality, it was a meticulously planned advertising campaign.

Horatio instructed the accountant, Yin Shuyao, to use money and benefits to successfully open up Cintira's media publicity channels and use them for his own purposes.

All of this publicity work was planned by this young accountant.

As a hardworking girl who grew up in Zhongchao and helped her father manage the restaurant signboard, she is very good at using various promotional methods and accurately capturing the hearts of different user groups to attract customers and build a good reputation for her own shop.

With a targeted approach, Sintila's republicans, chauvinists, conservatives, fanatics of the state religion, and opportunists who simply hoped to change their fate by joining the army were all targeted.

As long as they can pass the O.D.T. forces' hellish rigorous tests and the life-or-death trials of orbital airborne assault, the Imperial Navy will welcome them with open arms.

“However, aren’t many people interested in joining the Imperial Navy?” Yin Shuyao asked from the airship. “Do we really need such a large investment to make a big show of it?”

“If you don’t occupy the propaganda front, then your opponents will,” Horatio replied.

Horatio viewed this publicity campaign more as a high-profile political maneuver.

Now, everyone knows that the Imperial Navy has officially entered the fray, adopting a "superficially neutral" stance, and joined the turbulent political vortex of Sintira.

(End of this chapter)