Warhammer Fantasy: I Have Total War System

The moment the thought of escaping to chaos arises, one suddenly feels the vastness of the world.

According to the Total War game classification, Chaos is divided into three major factions: the Four Gods, the Unified Chosen, and Chaos Without Division.

The Unified Chosen can command all Chaos units. While the four main Chaos factions have fewer units, they possess unique mechanics. The Chaos Undifferentiated faction, represented by Norsca, is purely about brute force and numerical superiority.

If you're going to choose a faction of chaos, you should definitely choose the strongest Unified Chosen. If there's really no other way, as long as it's not Khorne who has no mages and is just imprisoned, the other chaos factions are not bad either.

But then another headache arises.

Should they simply mutate on the spot with a "roar," or seek refuge with a legendary lord faction?

With the confidence gained from joining the gang, Li Lin's excitement quickly subsided, and he became extremely calm in the face of his current perilous situation of being forced to his death.

The more composed he was, the more panicked those who wanted him dead became.

If the two sides start hurling insults and using foul language, slander, and framing tactics, no one in the military camp will sympathize with Li Lin anymore.

I'm afraid he won't take the bait; he's truly prepared to die...

"Commander Li Lin, do you have anything to say in your defense?"

Commander Yu raised his hand, quickly silencing the noise in the camp.

He looked at Li Lin with a calm expression, as if he were looking at an official matter that needed to be handled.

"Explain?" Li Lin's voice was hoarse.

Since we're going to vote anyway, let's not waste our brains on any intellectual battles. Let's just keep showing off and make a big show of it.

Then, with a snap, he dies in front of everyone, only to quietly resurrect and escape with his trusted confidants.

I just don't know the specific process for reviving the Jar of All Souls.

He casually pointed to the officers who were accusing him, his voice not loud, but loud enough for everyone in the central army camp to hear: "Look at these men, each one of them is impeccably dressed, their armor is gleaming, and not a single hair is out of place."

"Look at me again."

"What can I, a man nearing the end of my life, possibly argue about?"

The murmurs in the camp quieted down considerably.

"On the contrary, I have a question for all the commanders present."

Li Lin's gaze slowly swept over the several Haotian generals, finally landing on Commander Yu's face.

"I believe there are many heroic generals in the army who are truly devoted to serving the country and loyal to the Dragon Emperor and China."

"Whether you're doing this to maintain stability or to uphold justice, if you execute me today, will anyone still stand in front of the enemy tomorrow?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the camp fell into a heavy, deathly silence.

Just then, Li Lin noticed something.

As the officers of Nangao read out his third charge—"using the evil artifact of the dimensional stone and colluding with alien races"—almost simultaneously, a surge of overwhelming rage flashed in the eyes of all nine commanders present.

It wasn't directed at him.

It was aimed at those officers.

A memory suddenly flashed through Li Lin's mind. He remembered that Yi Ge had once mentioned that Shangyang already had a safe way to refine dimensional stones.

The original owner of this body was not well-versed in magic and alchemy and did not know much about this subject, but Li Lin boldly guessed that in Weixilie Province and Shangyang, using dimensional stone equipment might be a common thing.

If his guess is true, these officers from Nangao in the northern provinces have really shot themselves in the foot.

They thought this charge of heresy would completely crush Li Lin, but they didn't expect that it would be a slap in the face to all the generals of Weixi Lie Province, accusing them all of being heretics.

This explains the source of the anger of the various leaders.

After a moment of silence, Commander Yu spoke, his tone as calm as ever: "Since Commander Li has no way to defend himself, he shall be dealt with according to the military law of Shangyang. He shall be stripped of his rank and his troops shall be confiscated of their private property."

He paused for a moment, then said, "However, he also has military merits. He will remain on the field for the time being, and his merits and demerits will be considered to offset each other before a final decision is made."

"Commander, this matter is of utmost importance; you absolutely cannot shirk your responsibility!"

A buzz of protests immediately erupted around them.

Commander Yu didn't even lift his eyelids, but his voice suddenly rose by half an inch.

"Those who disagree may cite the Shangyang Military Law Regulations to refute this; otherwise, those who cause disturbances will be dealt with according to military law."

The officers from Nangao looked at each other, speechless.

The people of Nangao are extremely arrogant. In their eyes, apart from Po Mei and Wei Jing, everyone else is just a rural area and there's nothing to understand about them.

Especially Shangyang, located in the Dimensional Stone Desert, is the most rural of rural areas.

How would they know about military law in the countryside?

However, they have already achieved their most important goal—that is, to portray Li Lin as a sinner instead of a hero.

"You may carry your commander away," Commander Yu said to Li Lin's personal guards.

Xing Ganqi stood beside the sedan chair, his expression unwavering, and bowed, saying, "Commander, after the great battle, we are all at our physical limit. Carrying the young master here was the best we could do. If you wish to move the young master, please send someone yourself. We are simply too exhausted."

The officers below the stage, who had just quieted down, immediately jumped up and shouted, "You bunch of useless lackeys! You have no respect for the law and are clearly trying to find an excuse to mock your commanders! Drag them out and behead them!"

Commander Yu looked up at the group of officers, his voice lowering: "I will handle this according to military law, and it is none of anyone else's business to interfere."

The group of Nangao officers then reluctantly shut their mouths.

He turned his gaze to Xing Ganqi and sternly warned, "This is a military discussion. Anyone who disrupts order shall be executed according to military law."

Xing Ganqi and his personal guards slowly knelt down, their voices steady yet each word clear:

"Young Master, all alone, used his own flesh and blood to stop the giant beast. He was seriously injured and has not yet recovered, yet he still insisted on coming to the military council. As his adjutant, almost all of his thousand men were wiped out, but I am still alive."

He lowered his head, his forehead touching the ground.

"This humble general is ashamed before the fallen soldiers and has long been prepared to die. The young master has come today, and I am afraid that his life is not long. This humble general is willing to accompany the Southern Li Military Commissioner to his death, and return his soul to the Nether Dragon, so that he may be worthy of his ancestors."

The camp fell silent once again.

Minglong, the eldest daughter of the Dragon Emperor, is the dragon prince who guards the souls of the people of Zhen Dan and the lord of the underworld.

Xing Ganqi's words were like a piece of red-hot iron falling into ice water.

The officers who had been shouting the loudest suddenly turned pale.

Living people should not easily mention the name of the Nether Dragon; only those facing death will speak of the name of the Dragon Emperor's eldest daughter.

The people of Zhen Dan firmly believe that the ancestors in the underworld will see with their own eyes what you have done in your life. Unsung heroes will receive the recognition and reward they deserve, while the most wicked and evil people, even if they get away with it while they are alive, will inevitably suffer the torture of the eighteen levels of hell after death!

Even though Xing Ganqi's words revealed his determination to die, they were also a veiled rebuke to everyone present—even if you win today and force Li Lin to his death, this debt will be settled sooner or later.

The shouting subsided noticeably, as if someone had grabbed its throat.

There were no fools present. Their change was enough to let everyone know that these rear guard army officers were guilty!

Some people were indignant about this, while many others had ulterior motives.

Within a dozen or so breaths, the forty or fifty officers in the central camp had formed two distinct groups, who were at odds with each other and seemed ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

Commander Yu glanced at the motionless dragon palanquin and the tense atmosphere in the arena, and ultimately did not mention moving the people again.

He raised his hand, gesturing to the recruits: "We'll discuss the trial later; let's begin rewarding those who have rendered meritorious service."

Upon receiving their orders, they were given a new roster: "Those whose names are on the merit list, come forward to receive your military ranks."

Upon hearing this, the confrontational atmosphere eased somewhat.

"He Xu, the head of the Shangyang caravan, held the line and killed thirteen cannibals. He has been promoted to the position of captain."

"Wei Jing's guard Wang Er at Yihonglou held the line and killed seventeen cannibals. He is hereby awarded the rank of squad leader."

"..."

The first few groups of people who stepped forward were mostly ordinary people with mediocre achievements, a reflection of the majority of loyal and ordinary people at Aurora University.

The titles awarded were all to lower-ranking officers.

The atmosphere in the camp only tensed slightly when a name was read out during the enlistment process.

"The leader of the Six Gentlemen of the Southern Dipper, Tianji—Yue Pengrui."

Yue Pengrui stepped out from the crowd, dressed in a black outfit, his steps steady and unhurried, his eyes half-closed.

The soldier unfolded the documents, cleared his throat, and wrote: "Belonging to the Central Guard Army Group, the troops under my command held the line and fought to the last moment. I personally killed three Man-Eating Beasts—"

People in the audience were already whispering among themselves, their voices filled with admiration.

"--Also, I personally killed one Zombie Beast rider."

Several gasps of surprise came from the crowd, and soon a buzz of discussion broke out.

Killing a Zombie-toothed Beast with a mortal body?!

Those are terrifying monsters that just a few of them are enough to break through a line of hundreds!

Thick-skinned and incredibly fierce, even a regular army's long spear formation struggles to inflict effective damage on it!

Yue Pengrui, on his own, took down one of them!

Admiring gazes and envious gazes converged from all directions.

Yue Pengrui didn't even lift his eyelids, standing still as if this feeling of being the center of attention was nothing more than a daily occurrence for him.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the announcement of their military rank.

Zhechong Duwei? Or something higher?

"—He was appointed to the post of Lüshun, commanding a hundred men."

Yue Pengrui stood there, stunned.

The audience erupted in uproar, feeling that the reward and punishment were extremely unfair.

Such a fierce general, the chief of the renowned Six Princes of the Southern Dipper, only received a military rank in Lushun?

"Young Master Yue, is there anything you're dissatisfied with?" Commander Yu asked the stunned Yue Pengrui.

Yue Pengrui paused for a moment, then cupped his hands and spoke in a steady voice.

"The achievements of all the commanders present here far surpass those of me, and I have no complaints whatsoever."

Commander Yu nodded, and a chorus of praise rose from the audience.

Truly worthy of being the chief of the Six Young Masters of the Southern Dipper, what excellent character!

"Please welcome General Jin Tian to the stage." The military advisor began announcing the next name, his tone suddenly filled with a respect he had never shown before.

Some people in the audience frowned, some looked blankly, and most looked at each other, unable to recall who this person was.

It wasn't until this person with the surname "Jin" stepped out of the crowd that the officers understood why the name was so unfamiliar.

This man was in his thirties, dressed in tattered clothes, tall and thin, with a dark complexion, looking every bit like a farmer who had spent years working in the fields.

But on his back he carried a noble and elegant jade bone spear, crystal clear and radiant, which shone with a soft light under the sun, making it particularly eye-catching.

The officers didn't recognize him, but almost all the quartermaster officers present recognized him.

Isn't this the guard captain who came from Nongchang to Shangyang to transport grain?

They leaned down and whispered to their masters, and several richly dressed officers couldn't help but chuckle softly upon hearing this.

No matter what, Li Lin was the son of a military commissioner, a descendant of kings and generals.

But what kind of person is this farmer with the surname "Jin"?

Do they deserve to be ranked with them in terms of merit and reward?

The soldier unfolded the documents, read them aloud in a calm tone and with a respectful attitude:

"The agricultural grain team guards, led by Jin Tian, ​​consisted of 2,800 agricultural soldiers and warrior monks from the southern provinces, who annihilated twenty mixed forces of Yeti and cannibal hunters."

The snickers stopped.