Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

Inside the tent where the meeting was being held, Corra rested his elbows on his hands, his chin clasped together, his cold gaze fixed on the dejected nobleman before him, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

"Didn't you say that those lowly people over there couldn't cause any trouble? Why are you sitting here looking so pathetic, like a hunting dog that failed to win a mate?"

With a seemingly calm voice, she mercilessly mocked the incompetent men before her.

If they hadn't secretly disobeyed orders in the name of so-called aristocratic dignity, the war wouldn't have started so badly.

Although they should indeed take the blame for the delay in the battle, how could the noble lords so easily admit their mistakes, especially in front of the lower classes in their eyes?

Upon hearing these somewhat sarcastic words, a nobleman sitting directly in front of Corla could no longer remain seated. He immediately stood up, pointed at the woman opposite him, and roared, "If it weren't for you, you damned woman, we would have executed those traitors long ago!"

"Don't slander others so easily. I didn't do anything. The reason things are like this now is entirely because of you..."

Kolar withdrew her right hand from her chin, pointed her index finger at the nobleman who had reacted the most, and said, word by word, "A bunch of useless trash!"

"What did you say?!"

For a lowly maid to dare call herself a piece of trash is unacceptable to any nobleman, even if the governor's wife is standing behind her.

The enraged nobleman had just stood up when a thin leather whip with a blade was wrapped around his neck.

Koala had somehow pulled out her weapon, and with a slight exertion of her arm, the other party immediately fell silent.

"Don't do anything reckless."

The feeling of a blade piercing the skin is exhilarating, but if he continues to struggle, he'll lose his life. He's not so crazy as to risk his life for momentary gratification.

"I'm warning you, without my help, you won't be able to command any of those soldiers outside."

"Is that so?" Cole stretched out his tongue and licked his blood-red lips, a ruthless and cruel smile appearing on his face.

Seeing her performance, the controlled nobleman felt a chill run down his spine and a bad feeling immediately arose in his heart.

Sure enough, at Corrae's signal, a cold gun barrel was pressed against the back of his head. The person who could make this move from this position was undoubtedly a trusted family private soldier.

Why do this?

There was no reply from behind, only the pressure against the back of his head increased, the muzzle almost embedded in his skin.

"You didn't think I'd just sit on the sidelines and watch you all party like idiots these past few days, did you?"

"You all know perfectly well what will happen if you get caught by those guys on the other side, and you should also be very clear about the price of failure. If you don't want to die, obediently hand over your command and listen to my orders."

"this……"

The nobles hesitated. Having received an elite education since childhood, they knew very well what would happen after losing their military protection, but the current situation seemed to be beyond their control.

Koala saw the inner turmoil in everyone's hearts, and in order to help them make up their minds in the shortest possible time, she gently tugged at the whip with her left hand.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the skin, blood splattering everywhere. The nobleman who had previously raised objections clutched his own neck with both hands, trying to reduce the loss of blood in this way.

But it was all in vain; a few seconds later, he collapsed to the ground, powerless.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding nobles immediately knelt down, indicating their willingness to obey Lord Corra's commands.

After several dozen days of turmoil, the loosely organized noble coalition finally united.

Just as Koulla was confiscating military power, Xiao Yi was also holding a meeting, but the content of the meeting was somewhat different. They mainly discussed the division of spoils and the treatment of prisoners.

Only a very small number of private army officers were affected by Slaanesh; these men, who were clearly beyond redemption, unsurprisingly underwent purification by the flames.

The rest of the people seemed perfectly normal, both in their behavior and in their spirit.

Some devout members of the state religion even knelt at Matthias's feet in excitement upon seeing him, confessing their sins and hoping for a chance to atone for them.

However, based solely on these performances, it would be impossible for Xiao Yi to recruit the soldiers who had served the nobility for generations into his own ranks.

Who knows whether what they are doing now is an act or a genuine expression of emotion, especially considering that these soldiers' families are still in the hands of the nobles.

Putting himself in the enemy's shoes, Xiao Yi didn't think he would fight to the last moment for the enemy who had just captured him.

They definitely want to lower the other party's guard so they can take advantage of their weakness and stab them in the back.

It would be a waste to kill them directly, as these are warriors who have persevered through various rigorous training programs and whose combat strength should not be underestimated.

After a vote, everyone agreed to Redmond's proposal to dismantle these guys and throw them into various factories in the rear to be used as cattle and horses.

Sufficient nutrition and strenuous physical labor will wear down their strength and will, leaving them with no room for resistance.

Once the war ends and Xiao Yi assumes the position of governor, they will be able to rejoin the army and continue fighting for the empire in the name of atonement.

After this matter was resolved, the final destination of the 287 power suits previously seized became the most pressing issue for everyone.

The vast majority of them are intended to form a dedicated power armor combat team, but what about the rest?

That man didn't want to one day wear such an outfit and wreak havoc on the battlefield.

After lobbying by a group of power armor enthusiasts led by Redmond, Xiao Yi finally agreed to allocate a portion of the reward to officers who made contributions in the battle.

Just as the meeting was drawing to a close, a guard responsible for watching over the prisoners appeared outside the command post.

After Xiao Yi nodded in agreement, he walked into the command center.

"Is there something you need?"

After bowing to the officials before him, the guard replied somewhat nervously, "Sirs, a prisoner is insisting on seeing you, saying he can help us defeat the rebels in one fell swoop."

Xiao Yi looked at the guard, waiting for him to continue, but little did he know that the two sentences he had just spoken were all he had to say.

After waiting for a while, Xiao Yi noticed that the other person was becoming increasingly nervous, so he had no choice but to ask, "Didn't he reveal any useful information to you?"

"He said he can only tell you after he sees you."

This left Xiao Yi speechless. To come and report something without knowing anything required immense courage.

Redmond snorted and said, "These guys will do anything to survive. Let me go see what that guy has to say."

"I'll go. I've got nothing better to do anyway, so I'll go see if that guy really wants to turn over a new leaf or if he's just a clown trying to get attention."

Meeting adjourned.

After saying that, Xiao Yi got up and left with the guards. B-59 continued to play the role of a Casterland mech soldier, following about two meters behind Xiao Yi to protect him.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

Xiao Yi turned and pointed to the guard who had come to deliver the message.

"From today onwards, you are appointed as the foreman of the carbine assembly production team. Go to the back and tighten the screws."