Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 144: Fist of the Empire, Part 1
In the camp, concrete was gradually delivered by the engineering team.

In the classic plastering technique inherited from ancient Terra, towering walls and fortresses gradually took shape.

Taylor now scraped the wall with a small shovel, hoping that the concrete he had cast would be as strong and reliable as fine gold.

Defensive structures do not need to be moved around like battleships and cannons, so their material properties are almost a combination of cheapness and reliability.

As long as the concrete and reinforced steel bars are thick enough, they can withstand even a volcanic cannon that can melt ten centimeters of steel!
Thinking of this, he felt a lot of motivation, until an officer from the engineering team asked in an incredible tone.

"Captain Taylor, I'm not crazy. Are those Astartes?"

While Taylor was trying to focus on his current job, the blind success reminded him of his current problems.

He sighed. "Yes, they are."

The officer replied uncertainly. "Why would those soldiers in yellow armor be moving concrete?"

"By the Emperor... he's building a wall?!"

At this moment, the veteran seemed to have seen the most incredible thing in the world. He rubbed his head hysterically, trying to make sure whether he was still asleep or not.

Taylor understood the situation, quite well.

After all, how could the high-ranking Space Marines possibly fight against ash?

But in this crazy world, anything is possible.

Correct……

All possible.

Those superhumans were now transforming the camp into something horrible, a gigantic fortress of steel and iron beyond the comprehension of mere mortals.

The concrete building rose from the ground, leaving no blind spots for shooting. It was equipped with a large number of artillery batteries and a priceless fortress void shield. This was quite eye-opening for Taylor, who had never seen the world before.

All we can say is that the Emperor gave the founding group too much. Even if they were defeated for ten thousand years, what was left would be enough to make most of the Empire's military forces tremble in fear.

Taylor was not envious, but was just drooling over those shields and guns. These were two different concepts, yes, two different concepts.

Now, a large number of mortal slaves of the Imperial Fists have started working, but rather than being slaves, it would be more accurate to say that they are professional civil engineering masters.

Frankly speaking, the trench bunkers that Taylor excelled at were just children's sand castles in their eyes.

The heavy engineering vehicles and many modified civil engineering servitors were so efficient and easy to use in the hands of mortals that it was astonishing.

Soon, the mortal engineers of the Skadi Corps were only responsible for tasks such as moving sandbags and mixing cement, and they were often complained that they were not working fast enough.

They spend almost the entire day stirring buckets and moving things, spending their working hours among gravel, concrete and sticky, heavy liquids.

Until the stars rise and then set, yet still they are tireless.

Taylor was now being taught all kinds of special lessons by the old captain of the Imperial Fists. He told the young man how to apply plaster so that the slope of the wall could bounce off the shells.

At the same time, he generously told Taylor how to cast the concrete in a clever way so that the soldiers could live comfortably in the concrete fortress and maintain their morale.

To be honest, Taylor was a little resistant at first. After all, he was not a hard-working person. But when he understood what those technologies could bring, he became interested.

That's safety!
After all, besides shooting and having sex, this is the only pleasure left for men. What could be more exciting than building a skyscraper by yourself?

Therefore, he quickly absorbed the experience accumulated from ten thousand years of war like a sponge.

From how to design shooting holes, how to make the lounge the safest, to how to speed up the construction process.

This is not just about plastering, it's also a complex management project. Until Taylor finishes the introductory course, the old Space Marine said with a smile.

"Very good!" He looked at the mortal with relief as he learned his skills, allowing him to unravel the mystery and reduce a lot of basic knowledge.

But if we just tell him all the information that is currently available, the huge amount of information is not something that a mortal can quickly understand.

The Captain therefore believed that if Taylor were not too old to be reformed, perhaps his becoming an Imperial Fist would be a good thing for both the Chapter and himself.

Unfortunately, the Emperor had already sealed his fate.

Taylor marveled at the speed of the Imperial Fists; those concrete fortresses were like sprouting plants.

In just a few months, they took root and sprouted from the foundation, giving rise to huge fortresses.

The sense of security is unparalleled.

Taylor, who had never liked charging and fighting, now felt the fun of war for the first time. He watched the enemy charging and then crashing into his fortress, getting his head broken and bleeding.

Now the fortress originally controlled by Chaos Space Marines has become even more exaggerated after being reinforced by the Imperial Fists.

They designed a typical old-fashioned barbican, a circular structure with a circle of rails inside the fortress to allow heavy fortress trains to maneuver quickly.

In this case, the behemoth can move to attack the enemy and use the howitzer's projectiles to deal with those who have bad intentions.

Hydra tanks and various Skyfire system close-in weapon systems were hung on the thick concrete walls. The Imperial Fists even paid out of their own pockets to provide them with a lot of heavy bombs and well-built rest areas.

Taylor's skin became darker during this period, and he changed his hat from a steel helmet to a yellow safety helmet. He usually sat on the ground and drank and joked with the guys in the engineering class.

Today, under the training of the Imperial Fists, every member of the Skadi Auxiliary Engineering Corps has become a veteran among veterans.

After all, it is really moving to see those Space Marines leading the way in building walls and mixing concrete.

When Tychus picked him up, the old political commissar couldn't help but frown.

After all, Taylor has become like this, it will be difficult for her to take those promotional photos in the future.

You can't let the Imperial loyalists see this? A grimy guy?

Then he ordered Taylor not to go to the construction site for a while and to stay there as much as possible until his skin healed.

Although this incident made Taylor unhappy, it was still nice to have a break.

As it turned out, his blackness was not caused by the sun, but by the dust. Just a normal bath and rest would quickly turn him back to his previous lazy look.

Now, he stands on the giant wall he built, which is almost 12 meters high, and feels the warm breeze.

Enjoying the potatoes grown by my kids, fried French fries with ketchup, and drinking a sip of delicious sparkling water, life suddenly becomes quite comfortable.

If possible, he really wants to stay here forever.

When a yellow giant came over, Taylor put down the food and said, "My Lord!"

The Space Marine Captain smiled and picked up a few chunky fries, praising them. "It tastes pretty good. I haven't had such mortal food in a while."

Taylor said with a smile. "This place is impregnable. I don't think even the Iron Warriors could get through."

The giant shook his head. "No, you haven't seen those traitors, and..."

Before he finished speaking, he looked at the sky vigilantly. At the same time, the Skyfire system raised the close-in defense gun, and a large number of projectiles were scattered like fireworks.

And one by one, the airdrop pods fell as expected, just as the fortress was completed.

Taylor said with sudden suspicion, "They're waiting for this moment?"

The thought terrified him. If this was true, then the Iron Warriors had never taken them seriously from the beginning!
The giant captain acquiesced to this statement and simply replied, "Get ready for war. This time it's going to be tough."

And "My right hand is starting to hurt again..." he said inexplicably.

Taylor knew that this old master was not a joke, and he looked at the sky bitterly.

I seemed to see the wall I built collapse...

(End of this chapter)