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At this moment, no one cared about the greenskins around who had turned into corpses.

"You have doubts, what are they about?" Chagatai noticed Qin Xia's abnormality and asked first.

Qin Xia bowed slightly, and said with a puzzled look on his face, "You've always shown little interest in governing the territories you conquered. Back in Chogoris, you never even mentioned an interest in governing. But why are you personally governing this star region now? Building schools and carrying out various reconstruction projects?"

Chagatai turned his head slightly, retracting his gaze from the distance to look at Qin Xia, and slowly said, "Because this place needs my governance. If possible, I could hand this star region over to Horus, Magnus, or even Leman Russ, but they are not here. The situation is urgent, so I have no choice but to shoulder this heavy responsibility."

Qin Xia nodded thoughtfully, expressing his understanding of the Primarch's words.

"Your responsibility has given this star region new hope. However, you used to be focused on conquering the enemy, and now such a drastic change is bound to come as a surprise."

Chagatai raised his head slightly and looked into the distance again, as if looking forward to the future of this star field.

"War is only a means, not an end. We fight bloody battles not only to repel the enemy, but also to protect and build. This star field has just emerged from the shadow of the greenskins. If no one leads the reconstruction, it will soon fall into chaos again, and our previous sacrifices will be meaningless."

"You don't have to respect me so much, Qin Xia. Let's just be like before, in Chogoris and on the grassland." Chagatai turned his head to look at Qin Xia, with a bit of gentleness and nostalgia in his eyes.

The leader of the Qiexue scratched his head, but found that he had not much hair left because of the war, and he couldn't help laughing.

"My lord, I've recently found myself respecting you more and more. Perhaps it's due to genetic influence. After all, as a Primarch, your innate strength and charm fill us, your followers, with a natural respect."

Chagatai shook his head slightly and smiled, "Genes may have an influence, but I hope your respect comes from what I do, not just because of who I am."

Qin Xia said seriously: "Don't worry, sir, I will always be the same as before."

The two were talking eagerly when the White Scars' support soldiers arrived just in time.

The logistics soldiers skillfully operated the equipment in their hands, spraying flames on the green-skinned corpses.

A raging fire suddenly rose up, and the orange-red flames greedily licked the remains of the greenskin, and a pungent burnt smell filled the air.

The reason they did this was because they were well aware of the characteristics of the greenskin species. Even if their bodies were broken into pieces, they could reproduce again as long as the conditions were right.

In order to eliminate this hidden danger and ensure that this star field is completely free from the threat of greenskins, burning the corpses with fire is undoubtedly the most effective method.

The flames continued to rage, and the green-skinned corpses gradually turned into charcoal under the high temperature. The pungent smell became stronger, but no one present cared about it.

The logistics soldiers concentrated on operating the flamethrowers, ensuring that every piece of greenskin debris was covered with flames, and not missing any hidden dangers that might cause the greenskins to reproduce.

Chagatai and Qin Xia watched this scene and temporarily stopped talking.

Chagatai frowned slightly. Although he knew that the flames in front of him could effectively prevent the reproduction of greenskins, he knew in his heart that the threat of greenskins was everywhere in the entire galaxy. This was only a local victory. There were simply too many greenskins.

"Although this battle is over, the greenskins are like weeds in the universe. They can't be burned out, but they will grow again if blown. We must always be vigilant." Chagatai broke the silence.

Qin Xia nodded in agreement. "After this crackdown, our combat strategy against the greenskins has become more mature, and the defense system of this star field has been initially established. If the greenskins invade again next time, they will be defeated without return."

At this moment, the logistics captain came to report, "Sir, all the greenskin corpses have been dealt with, and the surrounding area has been carefully checked. There are no remaining threats."

Chagatai turned his gaze to the logistics captain. "Thank you for your hard work. Tell the soldiers to finish the job. Also, arrange patrols and strengthen the security of the star field. There must be no slacking off."

"Yes, sir!" The logistics captain took the order and left, quickly conveying the Primarch's instructions.

Afterwards, Chagatai and Qin Xia walked towards the temporary command center together.

Officers hurried back and forth in the temporary command center, each busy reporting on the progress of various work, and the voices of the officers were intertwined.

The indicator lights of the communication equipment flickered like stars, accompanied by bursts of faint beeps, adding a sense of urgency to the busy atmosphere.

Chagatai Khan walked with steady steps towards the huge holographic star map.

On the star map, the outlines of the planets in this star field are clearly visible, like shining pearls lined up among them. However, some areas are prominently marked with the extent of damage suffered by the greenskins. Those glaring marks seem to be shocking scars on this star field.

Chagatai frowned slightly, a trace of annoyance flashing in his eyes, "I hate this the most. If it were in the past, I would definitely hand over these tedious matters to the Shadow Moon Wolves or those unlucky guys from other legions who followed us to fight. But now it's different. Now I have to deal with all these personally." There was a bit of helplessness in the eagle tone of Chogoris, but more of it was a determination that had already shouldered the responsibility.

Chagatai took a deep breath, looking away from the star map and towards Qin Xia, his expression gradually regaining its composure. "Such compliments should be given to Guilliman or Horus; they would appreciate it, rather than letting shitty fate place this responsibility in my hands and force me to give it my all."

Qin Xia was slightly stunned, and then a smile of understanding appeared on his face.

He knew the Primarch's temperament too well. He had always been free and unrestrained, and loved the vast battlefield. Galloping and charging into battle were his favorite things. But now he was entangled in these complicated governance affairs. Anyone would probably complain.

"Sir, although fate can be cruel, you also know that the countless lives within this star region truly need you. If you hadn't led everyone in repelling the greenskins, who knows how much more suffering this star region would have endured." Qin Xia tried to console him. "Furthermore, you might find a different kind of enjoyment in governing. After all, this is a different battle from the past. The opponents are simply the numerous difficulties of reconstruction."

Chagatai Khan issued an order and immediately began command and dispatch.

The Qiexue troops, whom he valued highly, were like a well-trained steel torrent, acting quickly in strict accordance with his orders.

In the skies of many planets, Shamshir jet motorcycles roared up like black lightning.

This Shamshir jet motorcycle belongs to the Jin Qiexue heavy assault jet motorcycle unit and has extraordinary performance.

The motorcyclists are agile and swift, controlling their mounts to turn flexibly in the air, causing turbulence wherever they go.

Immediately afterwards, the grenade launchers roared continuously, and powerful bombs poured down like raindrops. At the same time, the bombs were also dropped accurately.

Not only that, the long-range weapon system also started launching new weapons, and dazzling energy beams or deadly ammunition flew towards the target area at an extremely fast speed.

In an instant, the roar was deafening, and the greenskins wherever it went were instantly engulfed by the powerful firepower.

The explosion sent flames soaring into the sky, and thick smoke billowed, completely destroying the green skins.

Under the efficient attack of the Qiexue army, the greenskins' defense line collapsed instantly, and the battlefield became one-sided.

The mortal auxiliary forces who had been fighting hard against the greenskins on these planets had been holding back their energy. When they saw the greenskins beginning to be defeated under the attack of the Qiexue army, they seemed to see the dawn of victory.

A fiery fighting spirit instantly ignited in their eyes. They seized this excellent opportunity without hesitation, shouting in unison and attacking the greenskins like a tide.

Although the mortal auxiliary troops were far inferior to the Primarch and his elite troops in strength, they were in high spirits at the moment, with weapons in their hands constantly spewing flames as they rushed towards the greenskins.

Some of them raised their rifles and accurately shot at the greenskins who tried to escape; others brandished melee weapons and fought a desperate battle with the approaching greenskins.

This sudden and fierce attack made it even more difficult for the greenskins, who were already in disarray due to the Primarch's troops, to resist.

The greenskins were caught in a desperate situation under the attack from both sides and let out desperate roars.

Under the combined attack of the mortal auxiliaries and the Primarch's forces, the greenskins' resistance grew weaker.

On the battlefield, the number of greenskins decreased sharply, and most of the remaining ones were panicked and fleeing remnants.

The Qiexue Army drove Shamshir jet motorcycles across the battlefield like ghosts, hunting down the fleeing greenskins with precision.

The continuous roar of the grenade launchers intertwined into a passionate victory melody in the sky.

"Which planet is this?"

Chagatai looked at Qin Xia, his eyes showing concern for the results, as well as a hint of thought after exhaustion.

Qin Xia immediately straightened up and reported methodically, "With the full support of your Qiexue Army, we have successfully captured 13 planets. The other companies of the White Scars Legion have also achieved remarkable results, capturing a total of 27 planets. In addition, the Mortal Auxiliary Army has recaptured another 10 planets through their own unremitting efforts."

Chagatai nodded slightly, a complex expression on his face. He said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "I'm certainly not suited to commanding something like this. At least, not as good as Guilliman. That guy's brain is so convoluted it seems like it's branching off."

Chogoris's eagle tone showed recognition of Guilliman's excellent command ability, but he also had his own unrestrained and uninhibited style, and seemed unwilling to dwell too much on the comparison of command ability.

Qin Xia hurriedly said, "My lord, you and Primarch Guilliman each have your own strengths. Lord Guilliman excels at detailed planning and overall coordination, while you possess unique battlefield intuition and a swift combat style, capable of inflicting devastating blows on the enemy in a short period of time. If you had not led us in this lightning-fast operation, who knows how much longer this star region would have struggled under the rampage of the greenskins. Moreover, the capture of so many planets is of great significance to the stability of the star region, and this is all thanks to you."

Chagatai waved his hand. "Alright, stop flattering me. I know my own personality. I'm good at fighting and charging into battle, but governing these planets is something I don't want to do, nor do I want to learn. Next, we need to think carefully about how to integrate these planets. What are your thoughts on this? Tell me."

Qin Xia thought for a moment and said, "Sir, the most urgent task is to establish temporary administrative bodies on these newly recovered planets. We can select some experienced and coordinating officers from the White Scars Legion and pair them with prestigious local leaders from each planet to form a management team. This will not only ensure the Legion's influence, but also make full use of the local people's familiarity with local conditions, making it easier to implement various policies."

Chagatai stroked his chin and nodded in approval. "This method is feasible. We need to stabilize these planets as quickly as possible and restore production and living order. Oh, and we also need to strengthen communication and communication between the planets. We can't just act independently."

As Chagatai's orders were issued, the White Scar officers who were chosen to be in charge of the temporary management agency and shoulder the heavy responsibility of rebuilding the planet suddenly felt as if the sky had fallen.

They have always been accustomed to leading squads or team members to charge into battle, galloping across the battlefield at lightning speed. The whistling wind, the fierce sound of gunfire, and the bloody hand-to-hand combat with the enemy are the life they are familiar with.

But now, he had to stay away from the battlefield full of passion and glory, and had no choice but to shrink in the rear, dealing with trivial matters such as logistics management all day long.

An officer with white scars frowned, feeling unwilling as he watched his comrades rushing to the battlefield with high morale.

"We should have been fighting on the front lines with our brothers, letting the enemy see the bravery of the White Scars, instead of being trapped here dealing with these complicated logistical matters." He complained in a low voice, his eyes revealing deep loss.

Another officer shook his head helplessly. "Yes, it feels like an eagle with its wings clipped. It has all its abilities but nowhere to display them. Managing these reconstruction tasks is no match for fighting on the battlefield."

They were full of resistance to this new task, but the Primarch's orders were like a mountain and they had to obey. They could only try to adapt to this completely different job gradually with great reluctance.

It has never been so miserable. If I had known earlier, I would have died in the war with the greenskins.

Chapter 313 Governance and Logistics

However, despite their reluctance, these White Scar officers gritted their teeth and began to work in the temporary administration.

At first, everything seemed confusing and difficult.

They often feel overwhelmed by the piles of material lists, complex personnel deployment issues and intricate reconstruction plans.

The officer who first complained was responsible for coordinating the distribution of basic supplies on the planet.

He looked at the messy supplies in the warehouse and the demand reports coming in from various areas, and couldn't help rubbing his temples.

"This is more troublesome than a fierce battle!" The officer with white scars muttered, but still gritted his teeth and began to sort out the supply situation, trying to work out a reasonable distribution plan.

Over time, these officers gradually demonstrated the speed and adaptability that are unique to the White Scars.

They applied their courage and decisiveness on the battlefield to their management work, making decisions quickly and solving one problem after another.

The officers in charge of engineering construction drew on the tactical layout ideas used in combat to rationally plan the reconstruction areas, allowing various projects to proceed in an orderly manner.

"Well, at least it looks more orderly." The officer with white scars murmured as he was busy handling affairs, with a hint of relief in his words.

"In terms of management, is it possible for a government order to be immediately responded to and have immediate results? Only God can do that."

The local governor, who was assisting the Space Marine, hurriedly spoke out to comfort him.

"So, you know a lot about this?" The officer with the white scar stopped what he was doing, looked at the governor and asked.

"Of course, sir, every time I want to implement a better policy, I will select a part of each level to try it out first. I will first change the policy in this area, and then let time test whether this policy is good or not." The governor explained seriously.

"Since you say this is a better policy and a better way of management, it should be universally applicable." The officer with white scars looked puzzled.

"My lord, that's not the case. Your legion and the squad you lead are all composed of honorable and courageous warriors like you. However, the situation on the planet is much more complicated. The population is huge, and there are people of all kinds.

For example, the residents of the Bottom Nest are mostly despicable people, so I will formulate extremely strict laws to manage them.

The middle-level people are relatively self-disciplined and can manage themselves consciously, so I don’t have to spend too much energy on them.

"However, the nobles of Upper Nest, who dominate this planet, are so powerful that they even ignore my existence. There's really no particular reason for this; it's simply a long-standing situation," the Governor explained patiently and in detail.

The officer with white scars pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "It seems that managing this planet is far more complicated than I imagined. On the battlefield, the enemy is clear at a glance, and we only need to charge in and win by force. But governing a planet, dealing with people of different classes and all kinds of status, really requires strategy."

The Governor nodded in agreement. "Your Excellency is absolutely right. Take reconstruction work, for example. Most of the residents of Bohea are poor and lack resources. We need to invest more energy and materials to help them resume production. However, if we invest directly on a large scale, we are afraid that some people will take advantage of the opportunity to slack off and reap the benefits without any effort. Therefore, the implementation of the policy must be cautious and take advantage of the situation."

"What are your plans for those nobles who disregard your existence?" the White Scars officer asked with a frown. "Reconstruction requires the concerted efforts of all classes. Their attitude will undoubtedly hinder progress."

The Governor smiled wryly and shook his head. "Your Excellency, these nobles have been operating on this planet for many years and have deep roots. I've tried to cooperate with them in the past, but have repeatedly run into obstacles. They only care about their own interests and have no interest in the overall reconstruction of the planet. However, directly confronting them would cause many instability factors, which is really a difficult problem."

The White Scars officer's eyes glared, and he insisted, "We can't allow them to hinder reconstruction like this. Although I'm not good at managing these matters, as a member of the White Scars, I won't back down easily. But I absolutely cannot allow this to affect the Legion's logistics."

A glimmer of hope flashed in the Governor's eyes. "Sir, if I could gain your support, things might turn around. As a Space Marine officer, the Primarch's most trusted figure, you hold immense prestige on this planet. Perhaps you could use your influence to summon these nobles and have a proper conversation with them."

"Okay, let's do it." The officer with white scars slammed the table, and cracks appeared on it.

"Go ahead and make arrangements. Gather these nobles as quickly as possible. I want to see what their plans are and what their demands are. As long as they're reasonable and for the sake of planetary reconstruction, we can consider them. But if they're unreasonable and hinder the reconstruction process and the legion's supplies, I will not tolerate them!"

The Governor took the order and left, quickly setting about arranging a meeting with the nobles.

He carefully selected a neutral and spacious place as the meeting place and sent people to arrange it in advance to ensure that the environment was solemn but would not cause excessive oppression to the nobles so as not to cause their resistance.

At the same time, he conveyed the importance of this meeting and the resolute attitude of the White Scars officers to the nobles through various channels.

The meeting was very quick because the Chogorians never drag their feet.

The White Scar officers arrived at the venue early, dressed in neat and majestic armor.

He had a serious expression and sharp eyes as he waited quietly for the nobles to arrive.

Soon, the nobles, dressed in gorgeous clothes, entered the venue one after another with their respective followers and advisers.

They appeared calm on the surface, but their eyes revealed a hint of uneasiness and doubt.

After everyone was seated, a White Scars officer broke the silence with a polite remark: "Everyone, I'm sure you all understand why I've gathered you here today. Planet reconstruction is urgent, and it concerns the interests of every one of us. I know there have been some differences between you and the Governor in the past, but now is the time to put aside past grudges and work together."

A noble in a robe trimmed with gold thread frowned slightly and stood up. "Your Excellency, we understand the importance of reconstruction. But how will our rights be protected during this process? For example, can the allocation of resources for the reconstruction project be tilted more towards us? After all, we have contributed greatly to the stability of this planet."

The White Scars officer looked the noble in the eye and responded calmly, "Resource allocation must adhere to the principles of fairness and justice. Everyone has contributed to the planet, and everyone will naturally receive their fair share in the reconstruction. However, the prerequisite is that you must actively participate in the reconstruction and logistics work, rather than just sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labor."

Another noble, leaning on a jeweled cane, snorted coldly, "Hmph, that's easy to say. We've invested resources, but how can we guarantee that the final results will meet our expectations? There are too many variables in this reconstruction work."

The White Scar officer smiled faintly, yet with an unquestionable aura, "Don't worry about that. We will establish a comprehensive oversight mechanism to ensure that every resource is used effectively. Furthermore, a prosperous planet after reconstruction will undoubtedly benefit your long-term interests."

The nobles whispered to each other.

The atmosphere in the meeting hall was slightly tense. The White Scar officers looked at them quietly, waiting for their response.

After a burst of whispers, a noble with a stern face and a tall feather crown on his head stood up, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"Sir, what you say is certainly reasonable, but we require some concrete commitments. For example, after the reconstruction is complete, we must have a greater say in the planet's decision-making. After all, we have invested a great deal of wealth and resources, and we should have a greater influence on the planet's future development."

The White Scars officer knew that these nobles simply wanted to gain more power and benefits during the reconstruction process, but in order to promote the smooth progress of the planet's reconstruction, he needed to make certain trade-offs.