Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 587 - 458 volumes of imperial editions_2

What else could there be that commands over 90% of the military camp's establishment, besides a marshal?

Weslin himself was the marshal and, of course, he did not care if a man-made person threatened his own position.

But what about the others?

The military district was the place where man-made people were used the most and where attitudes towards them were the most intense. Allowing a man-made person to suddenly rise and stand above everyone, to defecate and urinate on their heads, how could they accept this?

Even the moderates who had always supported reasonable treatment for man-made people dared not show support for Weslin at this moment.

They indeed wanted man-made people to shine in some important positions, but they did not mean a status where one stood above tens of thousands...

Except for Carlos...

"I think the marshal's words make sense! Bai's strength and achievements are there for all to see. I have no objections to him leading all man-made people!"

Weslin looked at Carlos with appreciation, 'Young man, you're on the right path.'

But it might also be the narrow path.

He knew that there was a great possibility he would be removed from his position, so he had to bet all his chips on Bai E, hoping the city's upper echelons would value Bai's strength enough to keep his own marshal's position.

In case the city's higher-ups didn't actually value Bai as much, he would still have to step down and return to the city to become a second-generation wastrel living off his family's legacy...

At that time, Carlos, who openly supported him, would be the one out of luck.

But what did that have to do with him?

He was not soliciting everyone's opinions.

"Pay attention, gentlemen. The outcome of this battle against the Bug Race and everyone present here are inseparable from responsibility. Who are the ones who insisted on holding Bai back from the battlefield, leading to this defeat? You all know in your hearts."

Weslin's sharp gaze swept across the face of each officer.

Being cordial on a day-to-day basis was one thing, but when it came to their careers, Weslin was not one to swallow his pride and concede defeat.

"You have all seen the process of the battle and the performance of some soldiers. I do not intend to settle scores after the fact, but you should pay a price."

There were systems upon systems at stake behind so many officers. Even if they were at fault, they wouldn't all be replaced upon returning to the city for an assessment.

But who should be replaced?

Weslin's words could in fact determine the fate of many.

And those who had done wrong should pay the price.

Balance is an elastic rope that, when pulled tight, requires as much force as it will exert when it snaps back.

They wrongly bet on the progeny of high officials, and reality had slapped them in the face; they should have foreseen the time to pay the price.

"..."

The scene fell silent.

Before the truly serious Weslin, the senior officers who had made mistakes first did not dare to confront him directly.

After a sweeping glance, Weslin confirmed with a stern face, "Since there is nothing much to be said, then this resolution is hereby officially passed and effective immediately!"

"Effective immediately!"

While piloting the mecha, Bai E suddenly heard a calm and forceful male voice in the mecha's audio channel, "Bai, this is Weslin."

"Marshal! What are your orders?"

"Your performance just now convinced every member of the Military Department, so we've decided to officially appoint you as a general in the Military Department. From now on, any soldier born of man-made origins will be under your command. Only when you are too overwhelmed will those man-made soldiers designated by you be commanded by specialist generals. Do you understand?"

Bai E was slightly startled; he hadn't expected to hear such unexpected news. After a moment, he fervently responded, "...Received!"

"Excellent! Your appointment letter and epaulettes are being made. Upon your return to the camp, we will hold a ceremony to present them!"

"Received."

When the resolute voice from the public announcement finally ceased, a sigh echoed in the command vehicle, and the atmosphere became somewhat eerie for a moment.

An artificial human had ascended to such a position overnight.

This was beyond everyone's expectations.

But for a warrior who displayed such terrifying combat power, it would seem odd not to let him rise through the ranks.

In the past, the relentless oppression of artificial humans was viable because there had never been a "War God" of this caliber among them.

Now... perhaps the military camp's landscape was truly about to change.

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The news that the army had suffered another defeat, dwindling to merely a thousand remaining in a devastating loss, had spread through the city early in the morning.

As the army was returning to camp, several vehicles from different agencies had already been waiting at the entrance early on.

The first person Weslin saw when he got out of the car was a man with handsome features but a scruffy beard, giving off an unkempt appearance.

The man was leaning against a car door, smiling warmly at Weslin as if greeting a friend whom he hadn't seen in days.

"It's really you..." Weslin walked over lightly, and his voice turned cold by the man's ear, "So eager to take over my position, are you?"

The man raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Under your 'wise' leadership, the military sector fought against the Bug Race twice, suffering huge losses. Someone of suitable stature must take the fall for such losses, right? You could have enjoyed the good life as the city lord's second generation, indulging in luxuries within the city. Why insist on coming to the military camp to meddle with knives, guns, and cannons? Do you really think you're cut out for that?"

"You're right..." Weslin nodded sincerely, "I hope you get your wish."

A group of elegantly dressed individuals who had been waiting in the conference room were growing impatient at the sight of the empty hall. An elderly man turned to a technician by the long table and asked softly, "Song, didn't you say people have returned? Where are they?"

"They have returned..." the technician immediately responded, then seemed to receive new information and quickly added, "They said they need to conduct a conferring ceremony first before they can come over."

Upon hearing this, the old man scoffed, "A conferring ceremony? What a time to be holding a conferring ceremony."

...

Under the spotlight on the vast training field, Weslin's voice, amplified by Spiritual Energy, spread throughout the audience as he looked upon the thousands of surviving soldiers.

"Gentlemen, we have just retreated from that horrific Bug Nest."

"Yes, we have failed once again."

"But our actions were not without meaning!"

"The invincible sovereign has shown its weak side in front of us. Through the united fight of all our warriors, we have found a path that can surely defeat it!"

"When we return to fight once more, it will be the final phase of annihilating the Bug Nest!"

"And here, I must first apologize to a great warrior."

"It was my lack of resolve; I did not insist on letting him join the battle as part of the main force from the start, only after we were defeated did I insist on letting him enter the fray, leading to such heavy losses for the entire unit!"

"This legendary warrior, I believe, should be known by every soldier present here! They all deserve to know!"

"He is our invincible Bai E, who single-handedly fought against the Bug Race behemoth, securing enough space and time for our remaining forces to retreat!"

"I also believe that when we venture once more to the Bug Nest, Bai E will lead us in thoroughly seizing that massive threat beside the city!"

"Starting from now! Bai E, will become the highest commander of all the artificial human soldiers in our military sector!"

"Now, please, Bai E, come up to the stage to be honored!"

The disheveled man following close behind, standing in a shadow untouched by the light, looked at the familiar figure under the spotlight with curiosity in his eyes—

'Has Weslin gone mad?'

Knowing he was about to be ousted, so he starts acting recklessly?

He had heard of Bai E's reputation, but it was just a fighter capable of communicating with the Mecha spirit, what of it?

Appointing an inconsequential general, could that stop his own downfall?

If he signed the appointment, he could undo it later, wouldn't it still be useless?

"Madness." The man's lips curled into a derisive smile.