Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 236 Quartermaster Taylor

Quartermaster, this may not be a good career.

First, he doesn't look as glamorous as a war hero.

Second, he doesn't sound very cool.

At least he is much worse than the so-called Imperial Marshal or the so-called Sun Lord.

But in fact, this name is enough to make all imperial officers bow their heads.

Because the Logistics Department established by Guilliman is not a subsidiary of the Ministry of Munitions, but a completely independent department on the same level as the Imperial Ministry of Munitions.

Taylor was given practically the equivalent of an Imperial Major General, and if the situation were limited to supply routes and resources, he would have even more authority.

He was now assigned to an Imperial Moon-class cruiser, and the ship was used to escort Imperial freighters.

The existence of those huge whale-class heavy cargo ships is the key to ensuring the success of Guilliman's fortress tactics.

Guilliman hoped to use a large amount of resources to build fortresses similar to Cadia.

They could be feeder worlds for the Imperial Guard or home worlds for the Space Marines, but now they must be the backbone of the Imperium.

It can be said that the Primarch's expectations for Taylor were not as empty as the name of Quartermaster.

On the contrary, Taylor's success will determine whether this front can be maintained.

Now Abaddon wants to blockade the Solar Segmentum, so Guilliman deploys most of the Primaris Space Marines to various parts of the Solar Segmentum, which are the core transport worlds.

Thinking of this, Taylor felt a lot of pressure, and looking at the entire extra transport team and hundreds of Hercules transport vehicles under his command, he felt a headache.

Everything is becoming troublesome, but Guilliman wants all the planets of the Empire to be turned into fortress worlds, and he is the key to it.

He sighed and said to Ms. Krieger, "We now have to throw dozens of times more food at the defenders than the local population. That alone sounds exhausting enough."

He leaned against the bridge railing, watching the Imperial Navy officers working non-stop and the complex readings on the star map.

Ms. Krieger said in a serious tone as she walked across the bridge, her golden hair brushing Taylor's cheek.

"Our success depends on whether several worlds can survive. Stop complaining and do more."

Taylor asked back. "But what can I do?"

At this moment, the captain said hurriedly, "We were attacked by pirates. They are aliens..."

"Our route to the fortress world of Knuctor has been cut off. Those ships are from the green-skinned orcs... Damn it!"

The captain was a young officer, which obviously did not meet the Imperial standards. At least only middle-aged and above Imperial Navy veterans could be assigned to such a mission.

But the losses of war made the captain a very valuable thing, and Guilliman's answer was simple.

That is to break with tradition, this is a time of war.

Looking at the urgency and nervousness of the young man in front of him, Taylor was a little confused. Isn't he just a greenskin?
He said, "Open the communication channel and communicate with those green bandits."

The young captain immediately retorted, "No, Lord Taylor, this is against Imperial law..."

Taylor sighed. "Law? Look at what's legal here. These days, we can't just follow the rules."

"Guilliman formed the Unwritten Sons, a group of Primaris Space Marines, and disregarded the Codex he himself had written. You became captain at such a young age, yet you have only been on board for three years. This is far from being in compliance with the rules."

"And I'm a member of the Imperial Guard. According to Imperial law, you and I will never meet again in this life. We will never have any contact with each other until we die."

"But Abaddon broke it all. Now there is only one thing left here, that is life and death, nothing more."

He convinced the young man that even though he was a typical Imperial conservative, he had to admit that they currently didn't have the energy to deal with the greenskins. When a large green face with a cackle appeared on the monitor, the young captain's expression was almost gloomy.

Communicate with the greenskins?
No one could do this, at least in the eyes of most people in the Empire. Those filthy and disgusting green creatures were not intelligent races, but disgusting dirt wiped off when the Emperor took a bath.

The only reason they exist is because the Emperor didn't need them, so he flushed them down the sewers.

The greenskins in the universe today are just the dandruff that the Emperor didn’t wash away. How could anyone want to talk to dandruff?

But when the greenskin leader spoke, he said, "Boss Taylor? I've heard of you for a long time, the leader of the Blood Axe Clan."

Taylor pouted. "Don't flatter me. Are you from the Evil Moon Clan?"

The guy with gold teeth smiled, revealing eight neatly arranged big golden teeth.

Taylor replied. "Thirty thousand teeth."

"Become a mercenary?"

The greenskin from the Evil Moon Clan said with a smile, "Hey, I'm here to rob, not to make extra money."

Taylor said, "I know, but my cargo isn't guns or armored vehicles, it's canned goods."

"Canned food. That stuff is squishy inside and doesn't taste as fresh and fragrant as Squigg. The iron sheet is too fragile. It's hard to use it to cut vegetables, let alone kill people."

"If you want to earn some teeth, I can provide you with those things, but if you just want to get some canned food that you don't eat yourself, we have to fight."

Taylor said seriously now. "You should have heard my methods."

The leader of the Xieyue clan stammered, "I, I've heard..."

"They didn't say you were that good at business. You'd be wasting your talent managing those blood axes. Are you interested in working for me?"

Taylor replied hastily. "My loyalty is to the Emperor, boy. Send us to the next world and I'll give you twenty thousand teeth, or I'll fire."

Boss Xie Yue cursed. "Isn't it thirty thousand?"

Taylor replied. "Love or not."

The greenskin replied with a curse. "Okay, okay, we'll take it. There have been a lot of bad canned goods ships lately, trying to steal our business."

"We have to fight back."

He turned off the communication with a grin on his face. The captain said uneasily, "Greenskins, aliens, can they be trusted?"

Taylor replied. "We don't believe a single punctuation mark, but we still have to be prepared to face any excuse."

"Go to the incinerator and the Corpse Order and find some dead people or elderly people who need to have their teeth replaced. It doesn't matter if you give them free dentures. We need to prepare those teeth."

"It's best if you keep this habit. It will give you more leverage when you encounter greenskins, understand?"

The young captain nodded repeatedly, then he asked timidly, "Sir, is this really not going to involve the Inquisition?"

Taylor replied. "If the Inquisition can get food to the soldiers, I will obey them."

"If not, if they let my brothers starve, I will not spare them, and neither will Guilliman."

The young man smiled and said, "My Lord, I now understand why the Regent wanted someone like you to take up such a position..."

Taylor frowned. "What do you mean by someone like me?"

(End of this chapter)