Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 464 Organizational Structure

"So amazing..." Christina exclaimed as she looked at Constance who had completely turned the situation around.

"It's not that she is good, but her opponent is too weak." said Howard, who was concentrating on eating.

"What does 'vegetable...' mean?" Christina was puzzled.

"Cai means weak," Howard explained. "Her enemies are too weak."

"But I think they are much stronger than Miss Constance and the others."

Howard finished his dinner. It was okay to eat a diet meal occasionally. Then he took a sip of vegetable juice and almost spit it out.

Because this stuff tastes exactly like celery juice.

Howard coughed and wiped his mouth with a napkin. When he felt better, he said:

"I'm not talking about physical strength, but the fact that Constance's organizational structure is much more advanced than the other side."

After dinner, Howard had time to explain to Constance:

"Look at those big guys. When they arrived, their subordinates were almost fighting over who would fetch them food. And the three leaders not only didn't stop this behavior, but actually enjoyed their flattery. This shows that the organization they maintain has no clear division of labor. Who has higher status and who has lower status depends entirely on who has the bigger fist or who has a better relationship with the bigger fist. They're just a bunch of rabble."

When Howard was still in school, the group of middle school boys in the school had to form a gang. They had to decide who was the gang leader and who was the deputy gang leader, and they had to arrange for pioneers, scouts, sentinels, double flowers and red sticks, etc. Even if adults saw it, they would only think that these little idiots did not have enough homework, but at least they had to have the necessary framework.

And from Howard's point of view, the people who were fighting with Constance and the others on the first floor might not be as good as the group of idiots he met at school.

Christina nodded, not quite understanding.

"Then, the meal that my younger brother was serving to his boss was spilled by Constance's people. He actually started arguing with Constance's people. He seemed to have forgotten that his job was to serve his boss, and his boss hadn't eaten yet."

"That is to say... these subordinates don't care about their leader at all?" Christina understood.

"In contrast, Constance and his team brought more than 20 people this time, but he assigned detailed tasks to each person, and they were able to cooperate with each other. Even when someone wanted to retreat, Constance could make them rush forward with just one word. In this respect, Constance was far superior to her opponents." Howard said.

Not to mention that Constance had prepared weapons in advance, even if this weapon was only as effective as a stone.

Ten thousand stones would be useless on the battlefield of the universe, but this is a battlefield of mortals, and a battlefield of a group of unarmed mortals at that. One stone is enough to decide a lot.

"When many people unite as a group, their individual strength becomes insignificant. Whoever can mobilize and utilize the power of the group more efficiently will be victorious," Howard said. "That's why I wasn't worried about Constance and the others from the beginning. Unless one of her opponents is a superhuman capable of taking on ten enemies alone, even if their numbers doubled, they wouldn't be a match for Constance and the others. This mob will quickly disintegrate when their leader falls into a disadvantageous position, just like now."

Howard put down his napkin, looked down, and said, "Next, it depends on how Constance advances our plan."

The situation on the first floor was just as Howard had expected. After Constance knocked down another big man with a simple weapon, the subordinates of the muscular trio fled in all directions, and the only remaining man chose to surrender without any backbone.

Maybe it’s not that they are weak, but that Constance and the others are too strong.

But Constance's strength is still weak in Howard's eyes.

Just like when Howard was a child, he thought the military and government were elite, prestigious organizations, with each one incredibly strong. But later he realized that if a class of students could understand basic commands like "at ease," "attention," "march," "look to the left and right," and "count," then the quality of that class surpassed that of half the world's armies.

If each of these students were given a rifle and trained for two months and then taken to the most underdeveloped third world countries, this group of student soldiers could even launch a coup d'état in the local area.

On the first floor of the restaurant, Constance's men surrounded the last man, who didn't even try to save face by fighting like a trapped beast. He still held the dinner plate rolled into a stick. But when he saw the situation was hopeless, he simply threw away his makeshift weapon and said, "I surrender."

Two fists cannot beat four hands. If you can't win, just surrender. Don't get involved. We are all here to go to jail. We don't have to risk our lives just for a few points.

Constance's ferocity in fighting and her ruthless approach had already made the big man realize that the girl in front of him was really determined to kill.

"I surrender, I surrender, you are powerful, you win." The big man threw down his weapon and raised his hands. His name was written on the ID card on his chest: Butch.

The last enemy surrendered. Constance looked around and saw the ground in a mess, with bloodstains, food residues and scattered and deformed tableware everywhere. There were also more than a dozen people lying on the ground in a crooked manner, some motionless, some groaning and wailing.

Even those who were able to stand up had wounds all over their bodies and needed to support each other to stand.

But there was excitement in their eyes that was hard to conceal.

They won. On the third day after arriving in a new environment, they defeated the group that always oppressed them for no reason. If nothing unexpected happens, they will be at the top of the "seeds" in the seed bank until the day all the "seeds" are replenished.

No matter how insignificant this power and status are, where there are people, there are classes, and among a group of beggars there are people who compete to be the beggar king.

I don't know who took the lead, but the remaining ten or so people cheered Constance's name.

Constance was holding up her clothes. The sugar cubes inside had broken into pieces after being hit several times. The weighting effect of the sugar cubes turned into powder was greatly reduced, and this simple "meteor hammer" had lost its power.

At this point, Constance had achieved her original goal both tactically and strategically, which was to teach those who bullied the people on the Deep Blue Universe a lesson and replace them.

But when she looked up, she met Howard's condescending gaze.

Howard's goal is not yet complete.

Constance smiled at Howard from above, then she loosened the clothes that contained the candy and walked over to Butch.

"Kneel down," Constance said with a smile.