"Um?"
As soon as he heard the words of lifting the jurisdiction ban, Soshiyang realized that something was wrong and turned to look at the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
"What's going on? Isn't the merchant fleet of the Ministry of Internal Affairs enough?"
The merchant fleet mentioned by Soshyan is one of the oldest organizations in the empire, part of the imperial fleet, which predated the human empire and dates back to the dark technology era, when the initial merchant fleet was formed as part of the expansion of humanity into the galaxy. Unlike most imperial organizations that constantly attempted to control human territory, merchant fleets were only engaged in trade and were therefore extremely rich, each fleet was stationed in one of the five major star domains, with its managers on duty at the star domain fortress, which were large ports equipped with docks, shipyards and maintenance facilities, and their main function was to manage fleets operating within their areas.
Each merchant ship serves its fleet under a deed called “Merchant Ship Charter”, and not all charter contracts are the same: some give the captain more power and responsibility than others – but all types of charter contracts are in the form of feudal oaths and oaths to the merchant fleet authorities in the name of the Emperor.
The headquarter of the Merchant Ship Fleet is located in the Connected Axiom Fortress of Holy Terra. Every hereditary charter of the Merchant Ronin is issued here, and every statistical data of transport, taxation and trade in each galaxy are also stored here. Therefore, billions of documents in the fortress are stored in categories by experts from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The fortress is also a huge wireless signal receiver that continuously collects merchant ship data from various relay stations and broadcasts. Deep in the fortress, there is also a terrible genetically modified organism called the Karkulo schedule manager, living in a culture tank to coordinate the imperial shipping.
Generally speaking, the eleventh tax is transported by the merchant fleet. The eleventh tax pass they own can avoid inspections by almost all institutions of the empire. However, in some special circumstances, if the local transportation capacity is really insufficient, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will also issue temporary eleventh tax passes to certain independent individual merchant ships.
"Ahem... Sir, it's some historical problems that we've tried to solve."
"So can't you identify who is real and who is fake?"
Junot Rigo froze for a moment, then whispered:
"This...historical problem is more complicated...it is difficult to solve in a short period of time."
Santos Vaughan sneered:
"They only care about collecting the eleven tax. How can they care about the authenticity? If there are fewer, they keep issuing passes, and if there are too many, they don't know where they go. The routes and numbers of the eleven tax fleet from the Extreme Star Domain were originally fixed, but they have been messing with them for thousands of years, and they probably won't know it themselves."
Soshiyang glanced at everyone and suddenly realized in his heart that this was not a problem of the eleventh tax, but a problem that they hoped to lift their jurisdiction. After all, there was no smuggling trade, so how could so many nobles maintain a luxurious life? Even if they squeeze the nest alone, they could not squeeze out much.
Maybe the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the nobles are playing double acts for themselves.
Soon, he had an idea.
"What is the 11th tax this year?"
Junot Rigo was stunned for a moment, then took out a data board, and before he could operate it, Soshiyan spoke:
"Give this number to Major General Santos Vaughn, split it into twelve months, and release the 11th tax fleet in order of arrival every month. Anyway, as long as you have enough."
Soshiyang had a warm smile on his face.
"All the extra ones will be smuggled into the logistics warehouse of the Expeditionary Force according to the smuggling."
Both of them froze. After more than ten seconds, Junot Rigo said tremblingly:
"Sir...this...this is not in line with the rules...that..."
“Isn’t the 11th tax enough?”
"But....."
"Or, the Ministry of the Interior admits that you have made a huge mistake in your work that led to the 11th tax pass being used for smuggling?"
"No! Absolutely not!"
For bureaucrats, admitting mistakes is more terrible than death. Junot Rigo quickly shook his head and denied them.
Seeing that the Ministry of Internal Affairs took the bait, Soshiyang nodded and said with a serious expression:
"That's right, I'm fine with my decision?"
The Ministry of Internal Affairs suddenly disappeared, and Soshiyan looked at Santos Vaughan with an awkward expression.
"By the way, remember to deduct goods only, not deduct people and ships, and directly repatriate them, otherwise you will scare those real 11-tax transport ships."
The other party nodded stiffly.
"Yes, sir."
Then Soshiyang lightly clicked the desktop, and the star map in the large vortex area appeared.
He looked at the head of the Military Affairs Department.
"Minister Reus, although it may make you a little wronged, I must ask, where is the promised troops of the Ministry of Military Affairs now? It has been almost two years since I received the appointment until now, and I have not seen any soldiers, ships and tanks! I only have less than 500,000 Astral Army on my hands, which is less than 500,000. The Ministry of Military Affairs thinks that dealing with the Red Pirates is enough, right? Or can I ask you to lead these troops to fight against heresy?"
Hearing Soshiyang's stern tone and the oppression brought by the huge Space Marine, a lot of cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the head of the Military Affairs Department. He swallowed his throat, then wiped it with the handkerchief in his pocket, and whispered:
"Report to the adult, according to the official document..."
"I! Now! No! I want to listen! Master! Text!"
Soshiyan said this sentence very sternly, and tapped the table with his fingers.
"I just want to know when my expeditionary force will be in place!"
"this......"
"I am not deliberately making things difficult for you, Minister Reus, but now it is a war period, every minute and every second of the past is extremely precious. If the expedition is delayed by one day, Huron will prepare for it one more day, and our victory will have to pay a more painful price in the future. This is not only responsible for the emperor, but also for the soldiers who are about to set foot on the battlefield."
"Sir, I... I will do my best to communicate with Terra and urge all troops to arrive quickly."
"I hope there is a timetable, 3 months, 3 months later I will see the first Astral Army arrive."
"I understand...I will work hard."
"Then there is one more thing."
As he said that, Soshiyan tapped the table lightly, and then a string of numbers rose from the star map, marking the population profiles of all the empire worlds from the Endymion Cluster to the Kriman drift belt.
"According to the authorization given to me by the High Lords Council, I will need to recruit 1.2 billion troops across the entire Great Whirlpool. This is a conservative estimate. The final number may be 1.5-2 billion. They will be selected, trained and armed completely according to the standards of the Astral Army. This is a huge project. I don't know what plans do you have for Chief Executive Officer Junot and Minister Reus."
It seemed that he had known that Soshiyan would mention this matter for a long time. Junot coughed lightly and took out the data board and read it.
Chapter completed!