The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 203 Meeting His Cheap Father, Promotion to Major General

"Nikola, what kind of power armor are these people wearing...?"

Looking at the two rows of powered armored soldiers standing by the roadside, Andrei almost drooled. He was extremely envious of these powered armored soldiers.

Although in previous battles, his elite player soldiers were comparable to powered armor soldiers to some extent, and even without using elite soldiers, the players' special bayonet effects could still inflict serious damage on powered armor soldiers.

Whether you can actually hit them is one thing, but whether you have them at all is another!
Andrei had been hoping that his army would produce some power armor soon, but after fighting on the battlefield for a long time, all he saw were the enemy's power armor!
If he had to pinpoint a time, he remembered seeing a general wearing power armor among the senior officers when he was at Lieutenant General Matvey's headquarters.

Seeing the gleam in Andrei's eyes, Nikolai pointed to the powered armor and proudly explained:
"This power armor was named Thunderstorm by the master. It was a type of power armor specially produced by the family's factory outside. We originally planned to put it up for bidding!"

"But unfortunately, the Supreme Command did not approve the plan to produce power armor. Those idiots thought it was just a flashy but impractical toy, and that it would be better to arm more ordinary soldiers in terms of cost."

"So there was no other way, in the end the master could only equip the family's knights with some, and could not carry out a larger-scale deployment."

Andrei frowned, lamenting that the people of the Cambrian Empire were truly short-sighted.

What are these people thinking? Is this how you calculate the effectiveness of equipment?
He didn't know how many soldiers' regular weapons such a set of power armor could replace, but he knew that power armor represented advanced combat capability!

In many special battlefields, it may be impossible to solve a problem by sending 1000 ordinary soldiers, but it is possible to solve the problem by sending just ten soldiers equipped with power armor.

Such excellent equipment for elite assault teams, yet these people think it's not cost-effective!
In particular, Andrei believed that it was extremely foolish to discuss the cost and cost-effectiveness of a weapon in isolation.

Take tanks, for example. He remembered that the cost of one tank during World War I was about the same as the cost of producing ten cannons. But the tactics that tanks could execute were things that cannons could never execute. The same goes for the power armor in front of him!
"Alright, Nikola, just give me a price quote. I wonder how many ordinary soldiers could be armed with one of these power armors?"

Andrei shook his head and asked his butler.

"Currently speaking, considering all the costs and expenses of an ordinary soldier, the value of such a powered armor is roughly equivalent to the armament cost of 50 ordinary soldiers."

After saying this, Nikolai glanced at Andrei's expression and then continued:

"Of course, the reason why the cost is so high is partly because the jetpack is valuable, and partly because this power armor has not been mass-produced!"

"If we can produce more than 100 sets of this power armor, the cost of this power armor can be reduced by half. If we can produce more than 1000 sets, the cost of this power armor can be reduced to one-third of the original cost!"

Indeed, the vast majority of weapons and equipment become cheaper the more they are mass-produced. If only a few are produced, the price of these weapons and equipment becomes ridiculously expensive when the production line and other costs are taken into account.

Even with expectations, Andrei still couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

From this perspective, the 30 powered armored soldiers in front of us are actually enough to arm a regiment!
"Forget about that for now, let's talk about it later. If we want to produce this kind of equipment on a large scale, we'll probably need other people to help us share the orders!"

Andrei shook his head, deciding to skip the question for now.

He knew that if he forced his family to equip his soldiers with this kind of powered armor, the final cost would probably be unsustainable.

For things like this, we need to find a way to sell them and make a profit, and then reduce costs through mass production before we can effectively arm them.

But he has already decided that he must find a way to get a few sets of such equipment from home and then find players to use them.

He didn't know if players would experience any strange changes when using these items, but this thing was simply the perfect pay-to-win equipment!
Even if you use elite soldiers, they can achieve similar effects to powered armor soldiers in many ways, but the appearance of elite soldiers is nowhere near as cool as powered armor soldiers.

Even if this thing isn't the thick powered armor of the Astartes, but rather has a more steampunk style, it still looks pretty good!

However, speaking of spending money on in-game purchases, Andre feels that he might be able to create even more skins in the future.

Prior to this, in the days that followed, in addition to the original infantry skins, he also created tank and aircraft skins, which can be considered as making a small profit.

Overall, the skins he's created so far are just different paint jobs; he hasn't created any skins with any special effects yet.

He felt he could take some time to develop one, and since he happened to have some extra influence points on hand, the extra bonus would make his soldiers even stronger.

With that in mind, Andrei opened the players' chat area, ready to see what these guys were talking about.

However, when he opened the app, he found that all the players were discussing how wealthy they were.

Brother Hao Nan: [Damn! I'm so jealous! I was so naive!]

I only knew our commander was a noble officer, but I never imagined his family was so wealthy, even owning a family knightly order!

Blue-haired, white-bellied wild boar: [You only care about the commander's family knightly order, but I'm different. I only care how many maids the commander has in his household!]

The female knight captures the goblin seven times: [That's right, the maid is the most important! Damn it, I'm so envious of the captain!]

After seeing the various things the players said in the chat log, Andrei broke out in a cold sweat.

It has to be said that the vast majority of players actually agreed that they wanted to experience firsthand the decadent feudal life of the noble lords and then give it a good critique!
In contrast, ordinary soldiers didn't seem to have such a free-thinking mindset as the players. Although they also had a lot of envy, they felt more excited.

At first, Andrei didn't understand what these people were so excited about, but after listening to their conversation, Andrei learned that these soldiers were excited because they were able to enter the nobleman's manor!
The vast majority of his soldiers were commoners; in the past, noblemen and they were completely different kinds of people.

Normally, let alone entering the home of a nobleman, it would be difficult to even speak to one. In the eyes of many nobles in the Cambrian Empire, they were truly two completely different species from ordinary people!
For them, noble officers like Andrei were not only willing to eat and live with them on the battlefield, but also willing to lead from the front in battle, and would never treat them as cannon fodder.

On ordinary days, Andrei would even chat with the soldiers from time to time, asking them about the problems they encountered.

These things were just ordinary matters to Andrei, but to them, it was a rare and precious sign of respect.

In particular, when Andrei led his army here, he was even willing to bring the army into the family's manor so that they could also become comrades-in-arms and step into the noble lord's territory together.

Many soldiers were deeply moved by this, and some even felt an urge to die for their confidants.

Upon hearing what they were saying, Andrei's expression froze for a moment.

To be honest, he had never thought about this much before, or rather, he had never paid much attention to the differences between nobles and commoners in the Cambrian Empire.

There was no way around it; on the battlefield, all he could think about was how to kill the enemy, so he wouldn't pay attention to these trivial details.

But now, for some reason, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. It was the first time he had ever felt such a clear class gap!
The convoy ultimately did not travel with Andrei to the castle at the rear, but instead parted ways with Andrei's military vehicles.

Their base was set up behind the family territory, where there was a military camp that originally belonged to the Vorontsov family.

That's right. In addition to the Knights who were all equipped with power armor, the Vorontsov family also has other family armies.

Although during this period, the Tsar had already greatly reduced the power of local nobles, preventing the emergence of powerful nobles with armies of 100,000 men.

However, many noble families still retain the tradition of having private armies, and many noble lords' private armies are better than regular soldiers in terms of both weaponry and training.

As soon as the car arrived at the garden in front of the castle, Andrei saw several gardeners busy pruning the flowers and plants, watering and fertilizing them.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but lament the corrupt lifestyle of the aristocratic lords.

While the fighting is raging at the front lines and the enemy is almost at Petrograd, the gardening work here still can't stop!

All he could say was that the scene before him truly matched his stereotypes about aristocratic gentlemen.

Upon arriving at the castle gate, Andrei saw two long rows of maids bowing in welcome, and he could no longer suppress his doubts.

He turned to the butler beside him and asked:
"Nikolai, just how many people does our family support? I think we have a lot of servants!"

Upon hearing this question, Nikolai pondered for a moment, then counted on his fingers and said:
"If we only count the servants inside the castle, the family has a total of 200 male servants and 250 female servants. If we include the tenant farmers who work the land outside, as well as the family's guards, then there are a total of 6000 people serving the Vorontsov family!"

Good guy!
He now understood why medieval feudal lords were all local emperors in their respective territories.

With so many people serving one family, what else could that family be but an emperor on its own territory?
Led by Nikolai, Andrei, Yelena, and Boris wandered around the castle, and he felt like he was getting dizzy.

He used to think that the idea of ​​a domineering CEO getting lost in his own house was a joke, but now he thinks that if he were a homebody who didn't often wander around the house, he might actually get lost in this big castle.

But to Andrei's surprise, Boris and Yelena seemed to know the inside of the castle like the back of their hand!

Unlike him, who had to be pulled aside and pointed out by the butler every now and then, the other two didn't need to follow the butler at all; they could find the way to the study on their own.

Judging from his appearance, Boris is indeed a highly trusted guard in the family. He probably has free rein to move around the castle on a regular basis, which is why he is so familiar with the roads here.

But Yelena...

Andrei could only say that Yelena must have visited this castle quite often, otherwise she wouldn't be so familiar with it.

When he reached the door of the study, Nikolai did not immediately go up to knock, but suddenly stopped and stood by the door.

As soon as Andrei approached the door, he heard a fierce roar coming from behind it.

"Useless! They're all utterly useless! Where are the frontline supervisors? Shoot all the officers who led the desertion!"

"Damn it, I don't care if Baron Meck led the escape, just shoot him!"

"If someone dares to lead the escape at such a critical moment and even shoots the soldiers who try to stop him, I would kill him on the spot, even if he were the Crown Prince!"

Immediately afterwards, Andrei heard a series of rapidly spoken swear words, as if the person inside had started cursing someone else.

Seeing the slightly stiff expression on Andrei's face, Nikolai whispered beside him:

"Young Master, you must understand the Master. He is under a lot of pressure as the commander of the army group. News of defeats keeps coming from the front, which has led to a lot of doubts about him at home!"

But then, Nikolai began to complain with some resentment:

"What do those idiots who have never been on the battlefield and only know how to give orders blindly in the command post know?"

"The former army commander gave reckless orders, losing three army groups at the very beginning of the war, and then several more main forces. Even if you, sir, were to take over, it's impossible for him to turn the tide of the war immediately!"

"Sigh, those idiots don't want to solve the problem at crucial moments; they just want to find someone to take the blame!"

Andrei wholeheartedly agreed with these words.

Before he transmigrated, he had seen too many similar things in the workplace. When a department had a problem, the leaders would not think about how to solve the problem first, but would think about how to shift the blame and characterize the problem.

Regardless of the potential losses this issue may cause, as long as he doesn't bear the responsibility, it's not a big problem for him.

The roaring lasted for about five or six minutes before the sounds inside abruptly stopped.

Before Nikolai could even knock, that strong, resonant voice rang out from inside:
"Nikolai, bring my son in. Let me see the war heroes from the front!"

"Hahaha, I knew it! As a member of the Vorontsov family, how could Andrei not know anything about warfare?"

Before pushing the door open, Andrei suddenly felt a surge of tension.

He had many thoughts on his mind, such as how to get along with this adoptive father, and whether he would give himself away.

But in the end, he just gritted his teeth, calmly pushed open the door, and went inside.

This world is inherently bizarre and fantastical, with entities like living saints and divinely chosen ones existing. So, if he suddenly received divine enlightenment and became a special kind of living saint, is that not acceptable?

In fact, Andrei felt that his ability to summon players and equip them with various special combat skills made him no different from a living saint.

At most, the other living saint's abilities focus on ice and snow, while my own living saint's abilities focus on mass production of troops.

As soon as Andrei opened the door, he saw a burly man standing next to the telephone.

The man in front of him was beyond just being strong. Andrei wasn't sure how tall he was, but he estimated that he wasn't short. However, this man was a head taller than him!
If he was a head taller, then his width must have been at least three times that of Andrei. Upon seeing this man's appearance, Andrei immediately thought of Xu Chu.

Besides his extremely burly physique, the second thing that struck him about his adoptive father was his mechanical hand.

Andrei suddenly noticed that his adoptive father's right hand was actually an extremely complex mechanical arm, full of springs and gears!

As Andrei sized up General Vorontsov, the elder Vorontsov was also sizing up his son.

Seeing the confusion and uncertainty in Andrei's eyes, he sighed inwardly, but at the same time felt inexplicably happy.

"Alright, looks like you really did lose your memory after being hit by a shell? At first, I thought you were trying to desert and were just making up an excuse to fool me!"

"I wonder if that shell was coated with some kind of magic, because it could erase your memories. Do you not remember anything at all now?"

As he spoke, Konstantin Vorontsov ran over, looked into Andrei's eyes, and vigorously rubbed his head, as if this could grant him a great memory restoration technique.

"I'm sorry, sir, I really can't remember anything from the past. I've forgotten most of the people involved, and I can't recall a lot of common knowledge right now!"

Although the man in front of him was indeed a stranger, Andrei acted as if he had practiced it a thousand times, casually swatting away the large hand that was rubbing his head with an incredibly smooth and fluid motion.

Beside him, Yelena also spoke up for Andrei, saying:

“Uncle Constantine, that’s how it was. We were suddenly bombarded at the front. Andrei was blown away by a shell. If Boris hadn’t desperately carried him into the bunker, he probably would have been killed on the spot!”

"When he woke up again, he couldn't remember many things, but his military talents were awakened as a result!"

Upon hearing Yelena's explanation, Constantine sighed, but his face did not show much sadness; instead, he looked relieved.

"Alright, no matter what, this kid at least escaped with his life. It's better than dying on the spot, right?" "He's already lucky enough. Back in the Great Northern War, countless of my comrades who went to the battlefield with me never came back!"

Perhaps because Constantine had participated in wars before, he was quite open-minded about this and didn't dwell on it too much.

Immediately afterward, seeing Andrei still standing there dumbfounded, Constantine suddenly pulled out a large stack of maps of the front lines, spread them out on the table one by one, and pointed to them, saying:

"Alright, let's not talk about anything else for now. Andreosha, tell me about the situation at the front."

"To be honest, I received quite a few battle reports about you before, and they made my head spin. If I hadn't checked them repeatedly, I would have even suspected that they were all fake!"

"After all, to be fair, some of your records are just too outrageous!"

Sure enough, he knew his cheapskate father would test him to see if his previous achievements were real or fake.

Although theoretically, military achievements are rarely falsely reported, since each achievement represents a real reward and honor, theory is only theory.

Needless to say, in his memory, the enemy kill figures of various Nationalist Army units in the early stages of the War of Resistance Against Japan were exaggerated to an extreme degree.

Many units, even when they had only killed a few dozen Japanese soldiers, claimed in their reports that they had killed two or three thousand.

If we were to calculate based on the reported figures, the Japanese would probably have suffered more casualties than the Nationalist army in that Battle of Shanghai.

Andrei had already described his combat experience at Lieutenant General Matvey's headquarters, so he was quite familiar with it.

It took two whole hours for Andrei to finish speaking, his throat practically dry. He recounted all the wars he had experienced, detailing every single one he could remember.

"...Alright, old man, that's pretty much it. That's why I achieved those victories on the front lines. I had a group of soldiers who were fearless enough to die, and I didn't make too many basic mistakes."

Upon hearing Andrei's words, the general, who had remained silent for the past two hours, nodded.

"You're right, kid. Besides your strong ability to adapt to changing circumstances, the main reason for these victories is the effectiveness of your soldiers. If it weren't for them, you wouldn't have been able to achieve such incredible results!"

"But overall, I think your level is quite good, much better than I expected!"

Immediately afterwards, the general's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he grabbed Andrei's shoulder.

"So, kid, I think you need to explain to me what was going on with your terrible performance at the military academy before?"

"Damn it, because of your terrible performance at the military academy, I can't even hold my head up in front of my colleagues. You've become a laughing stock!"

Andrei scratched his head, his expression momentarily awkward.

"Old man, do you think it's possible that I'm not very good at theory, but rather more inclined to be a practitioner?"

"Besides, what we teach in our military academy is really unreliable. I've seen it on the battlefield more than once or twice. Some officers who graduated from military academy immediately started doing a bunch of ridiculous things!"

Recalling the small-town war, he was speechless at the staff officer who insisted on placing the cannons on the gun emplacements.

I don't know if those gun emplacements are hundreds of years old. They have no concealment at all. Are they afraid that the enemy artillery will not be able to see them?

After hearing what Andrei said, the general suddenly realized that it made sense.

He had previously audited some courses at the military academy, so he naturally knew just how outrageous the content was.

To put it bluntly, how many of the guys teaching in military academies today have actually been on the battlefield, and how many of them truly know how to fight?
A bunch of guys who teach others how to fight, who have never led troops or personally observed the battlefield, are asking too much of others to expect them to teach others how to fight!
"...Alright, let's talk about the military academy later. Our military academy really does have problems!"

The general waved his hand, frowning as he abruptly skipped over the topic.

Although he knew there were problems at the military academy, now was not the time to deal with them, as it involved many rather complicated issues.

He had no interest in getting involved in factional struggles within the military. He was perfectly content to be a front commander in Petrograd and didn't need to get involved in all that messy stuff.

"Alright, Yelena, it seems that although this brat has amnesia, he's otherwise fine and quite capable. He might even have turned misfortune into a blessing in disguise!"

"You go and rest in the guest room first. I want to talk to him about some personal topics between father and son!"

Andrei and Yelena exchanged a glance, not understanding what the general wanted to do.

However, since she was only there as a guest, and the general had already made it clear that he wanted some private conversation between father and son, she naturally couldn't say much.

So Yelena simply gave Andrei a wink, signaling him to be careful, and then followed Nikolai to the guest room to rest.
Immediately afterwards, the general's eyes sharpened again, staring intently at Andrei, and then he remained silent.

Seeing his adoptive father in this state, Andrei couldn't help but sweat.

He couldn't explain why, but it was as if some kind of natural bloodline suppression made him instinctively want to cover his buttocks whenever he saw such a look.

In the end, it was the general who broke the silence.

"What, you still don't want to confess, huh? You've been hiding it well! I never expected you to be so secretive!"

Andrei blinked, his mind racing, completely bewildered as to what his adoptive father was talking about.
Seeing that Andrei was still "feigning ignorance," the general slammed his hand on the table and said:
"Tell me, tell me the truth! What exactly were those weird flying machines you made in the team before?"

"Damn it! Ever since your soldiers started going on a killing spree in those aircraft, my headquarters' phones have been ringing off the hook. Countless units want to get their hands on one of those aircraft!"

"It was one thing for the Air Force to contact me, but then the Army and Navy also contacted me, and even a few families wanted to buy it in their private capacity. It completely baffled me!"

"I even checked the production lines of the family factory, but after searching for a long time, I couldn't find any production line that produces those strange flying machines, or those strange armored vehicles in your team. Where did all these things come from?"

Damn! Where did that come from? It just appeared out of nowhere!
He didn't know how to explain where these things came from!
"Uh, well... I'm wondering if you'd believe me if I said these things were a gift from a friend?"

Unable to come up with a good reason for the moment, Andrei gave an awkward smile and blinked as he spoke.

The general glared at Andrei for a long time, then, after a moment's thought, suddenly let out a cold snort and said:
"I believe it! How could I not believe it? I believe it completely!"

"So, when exactly did you get involved with the Tiangong Party?"

What the heck? What is the Tiangong Party?

Upon hearing this, Andrei was momentarily stunned; he had absolutely no idea what the Heavenly Crafts Party was!

Seeing that Andrei was still standing there without saying a word, the general snorted coldly and said:
"You don't need to hide it from me, kid. Do you really think I can't tell? Those war machines are clearly made by the Eastern Craftsmen. I know their workmanship all too well. I even studied them before!"

"Don't blame me for not warning you beforehand. If you're just getting weapons from them, then everything is fine. After all, war is a time of emergency, and I'll just help you pay off your debts!"

"But if you follow them and do anything you shouldn't, don't blame me for punishing you. His Majesty the Tsar hates nothing more than rebellion!"

"If I were you, I would cut ties with them immediately. These guys could cause a lot of trouble for the family, and our family doesn't need to get involved in their affairs. Let the foreigners handle their own business!"

Andrei's mind raced, wondering what exactly this Tiangong Party was, or if it was a revolutionary party.

hiss--!
He simply summoned a batch of weapons and equipment from the system. Is this thing really that dangerous?

But in any case, this at least gave him a reason to source his weapons and equipment, so Andrei went along with his cheapskate father and continued speaking despite his reluctance.

"Don't worry, I didn't get involved in their affairs; rather, I poached some of their members!"

"Please don't underestimate me. As a member of the Vorontsov family, I'm not going to act like a good-for-nothing all the time!"

However, Andrei's adoptive father didn't seem to buy into this, and the general simply waved his hand and said:
"I don't care about all that. Is there any way to get more of your armored vehicles and aircraft?"

"If possible, is it possible for us to bring the production line over here and put it in our family's own factory?"

Immediately seeing Andrei frown, the general quickly explained:

"I know this request is unreasonable, but there's no other way. There are other people above us who are also pressuring us hard!"

"Those idiots seem to think that all the advantages you gained in the war were due to your weapons, so they all want to get the same weapons and equipment as you!"

The reason Andrei frowned at this moment was not because he was worried about this matter, but because he was researching and it seemed that there really was such an exchange option in his system.

To be precise, it's an exchange related to production lines.

Whether it's armored vehicles, tanks, bombers, or fighter jets, he only needs to spend an extra 10,000 influence points to exchange for a complete production line.

Once he has the production line, he can have the factory produce these weapons and equipment on its own.

However, to be precise, these production lines do not seem to have any game-related attributes. They appear to be perfectly normal in all aspects. They require raw materials for production, and the equipment produced does not have any game-related features.

Even so, this is still incredibly amazing!
With this production line in hand, he can completely turn around the Cambrian Empire's terrible military production capacity!

"...Father, actually I wanted to say that if you want to produce these weapons, I can actually get the production lines for them."

"I heard before that our family seems to have a few other factories in the suburbs, right?"

"I'll take this opportunity to contact my friends and have them send over the complete set of production equipment. Then our family can produce these things ourselves!"

Upon hearing Andrei's words, the general's expression became quite interesting.

His first reaction was that he simply did not want to believe Andrei's words, and felt that they sounded ridiculous!
I wonder how deep Andrei's connection with the Tiangong Party is, that he could so easily get a production line from them?

And speaking of which, is the Tiangong Party really that wealthy now?

They even have spare production equipment, but haven't put it into production in the factory?
He said he didn't understand it, but he was deeply impressed in many ways!

Then, he thought of something else.

Since Andrei can so easily mobilize production equipment from the Tiangong Party, it's likely that this kid not only has connections with the Tiangong Party, but has already gained considerable status within them!
Otherwise, how could this kid ask for a set of production equipment as easily as picking up a car from his own house?
However, perhaps due to some cognitive distortion function of this system, the general did not dwell on these issues too much and decided to put them aside for the time being.

"Alright, in that case, you can bring the equipment to one of our family's factories later. Ask Nikolai for details!"

"I won't get too involved in these matters; I just hope these weapons and equipment can be put into production as soon as possible!"

Andrei nodded, relieved that he had managed to get away with it for the time being.

However, he suddenly remembered something and quickly reminded him:

"Wait a minute, let me make this clear beforehand: the reason why the equipment I have is so useful is not only because the equipment itself is special, but also because it has been blessed!"

"As you know, just like the living saints here have special abilities, these equipment have also received some mystical blessings, which is why they have such powerful combat capabilities."

"If you really intend to produce these weapons and equipment, I suggest that after they are produced, we should modify the production line to see if we can produce better products?"

"To be honest, without those blessings, these weapons and equipment would perform really poorly on the battlefield!"

General Vorontsov nodded, but didn't take these things to heart.

Whether the weapons and equipment are good or not is not something he needs to consider; he only needs to focus on producing these things.

When it comes to how to modify and adjust these equipment, that will naturally be the responsibility of other departments.

"I don't care about all that, as long as the equipment is produced, that's enough!"

"By the way, Lieutenant Colonel Vorontsov, I have some good news to tell you!"

Just then, his adoptive father suddenly became serious, startling Andrei.

Under his surprised gaze, his father, a general, spoke a series of formulaic words, then suddenly took out a box and handed it to him.

"With the approval of the Supreme Command and the submission of an application by the Petrograd Command, Lieutenant Colonel Andrei Konstantinovich Vorontsov is promoted to Major General, effective today, and you are appointed Commander of the Vorontsov Combat Group!"

"Next, two crippled infantry divisions and several other units will join your force to form an independent mixed unit, organized as a division!"

After saying this, the general smiled and patted Andrei's shoulder hard, saying:

"Haha, you did a great job, kid!"

"I really didn't expect that you would become a division commander and major general at only 23 years old. Even in the history of the Cambrian Empire, you are one of a kind!"

Looking at the two sets of military uniforms in his hands, and the major general's shoulder insignia that shone with gold, Andrei's expression was momentarily stunned.

He knew he was coming back for a promotion, given his many achievements in battle, but in his opinion, reaching the rank of colonel would be the highest possible achievement.

After all, he had just been promoted not long ago and was still very young. Even considering that we were in a period of war, he felt that his rank should not have been promoted too exaggeratedly.

But the major general's uniform in front of him truly shocked him!

Holy crap, what's going on? We've become generals!
He now had an urge, almost an impatient one, to check his system and see what permissions he had unlocked!
He was almost certain that once he became a general, the system's permissions would also experience a qualitative leap.

Whether it's the players that can be recruited, the range of players' activities, or other things, everything should undergo tremendous changes!
(End of this chapter)