Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 292: Father Sends Seafood

Major DeVros is writing a report on this period, because since Mr. Taylor came to Fort Tyros, this place that was once full of despair has begun to come alive.

First, he saw the merchants' bullying faces. When Taylor took the soldiers to ask for the price and gave the market price in the star zone.

The nobles and merchants were angry and surprised at first, and then quickly adjusted the purchase price of rations to a price that was cheaper than the normal price.

Of course, they still made a good profit, but this incident left a deep impression on Major Devoros, because this price was a tacit understanding between the previous castle owner and local merchants, and breaking those things was also the beginning of change.

In the past, merchants and castle owners relied on seizing the empire's resources to make a living. Dvoros knew this, but he couldn't break this rule.

When the castle lord died in the war, all that remained was the ugly sight of those corrupt dignitaries feasting on the food. Fortunately, Lord Taylor stopped this disgusting spiral...

Taylor then adjusted the problem of individual rations and the abuse of addictive stimulants, and encouraged soldiers to eat in canteens with richer food.

To be honest, before that, except for the officers who could pay for special meals, the food there was basically garbage, or even the word garbage was a bit ridiculous.

If starch paste and inexplicable minced meat could maintain the soldiers' physical strength, then the genetic sages of the Mechanicus would not have to devote all their energy to making complex individual rations.

Major Devoros is well aware of this stubborn problem, but he is powerless to change it.

It would be better to say that he thought the matter was unimportant. Although the empire could afford the rations, he almost forgot about it.

Soldiers are human beings too...

Next, the menu was modified, the military's treatment was publicized to local residents, and soldiers were encouraged to take charge of security in some urban areas.

Requiring them to change their usual complicated and meaningless training into basic actions to maintain the fortress, he encouraged soldiers to point out where they felt they were inhumane, and then bring tools and brothers to fix it.

DeVores has seen many chronic illnesses heal during this time, which is almost impossible.

For example, there is a broken cannon inside the fortress that has not been retired for 10 years and has not been rebuilt because it can still fire. Now it has been wiped and repaired and looks brand new.

A few damn fatal holes in the wall, or something even more stupid, that the soldiers had filled with concrete.

This operation brought new life to the fortress, which had been dead due to the Chaos invasion, and it was even incredible.

Thinking of this, Major Devoros stopped writing.

He propped his cheek with one hand, thinking.

If Lord Taylor leaves, will those bad things happen again?

At this moment he understood that a real adjutant's job was not to help the adults do something, but to maintain the adults' decisions.

He wanted to maintain the current situation and keep the atmosphere here going until the enemy flattened the place or won a complete victory.

"Is this possible?" he muttered to himself.

"I'm not a war hero, nor am I that decisive. Is this possible?"

"Guilliman, above all..."

He suddenly stopped writing and thought.

The report doesn't matter at all.

He wants to do this in his own way!
On a gray morning, a thin mist drifted in from the horizon, covering the light of the stars. In that half-asleep and half-awake atmosphere, Taylor yawned and walked out of the dormitory.

Because he had been living so comfortably during this period, he was a little confused about east, west, and north. Things were solved one by one, and the fortress was basically brand new.

It is also close to the coast, so there is a lot of fresh seafood and delicious aquatic products.

Now when Taylor has nothing to do, he will find a watchtower, lie down and sleep in the sea breeze.

After all, there was nothing wrong with the soldiers here, only the logistics and incentives were wrong. He didn't need to watch those reliable brothers fulfill their responsibilities every day. Taylor knew that time was enough to solve the problem quickly and comfortably.

Now he was walking leisurely on the high walls of the fortress, looking at the endless plain of Cosette, which was the land behind the strait, with fertile black soil and a city belonging to them.

The noise of people could be heard faintly in the distance. Taylor looked at the place and noticed Major Devoros working hard with his soldiers next to him.

He muttered to himself, "Is this guy out of his mind?"

Taylor thought, it's only a few hours now, and they're already here, fully armed with rubber suits, reinforcing the fortress...

He felt a little ashamed. After all, he had just gotten up. Although it was not too late now, he was still far behind him.

Taylor wanted to go to the cafeteria to get some food as a comfort food for them, of course, free of charge.

This also included his desire to enrich himself, but the biggest embezzlement an officer of his rank could do on a daily basis was mashed potatoes and bacon, making the methods of other officers seem heinous by comparison.

But according to Taylor, the officers did so simply because they wanted more bacon and mashed potatoes.

After all, no one can resist vegetable roots and smoked meat strips.

However, they forgot that they didn't have enough stomach to eat all that food, and most of them were enjoying themselves before dying from Chaos or Alien attacks.

Taylor wasn't that stupid; he knew exactly how much his stomach could hold and used that as a guideline.

Thinking of this, he was ready to trouble the chefs who had just started preparing food in the morning, or to be more precise, the kitchen team, but now they were basically taken over by Miss Lightlin.

After a few days of hellish cooking training, their food standards are now comparable to those of the Empire's restaurant chefs.

Taylor really wanted to say that he seemed to be quite suitable for a training class.

The guys under his command are proficient in all kinds of skills and can even learn how to control psychic power.

He jokingly prepared to enjoy the day, but suddenly smelled a foul odor.

It was a familiar and malevolent smell coming from the horizon, with a wet and salty smell.

Taylor immediately walked towards the command area, shouting, "Everyone!"

The entire fortress seemed to be suddenly ignited. After a brief silence, a large number of artillery began to spit out flames from the ground into the sky.

In about 2 minutes, the burning stars fell to the ground with a foul smell, and many were destroyed in mid-air by artillery shells.

With the temperature of the atmosphere, the strange ball that was burned into a ball fell into the ocean. After the sizzling sound of the sea water, bursts of dead fish-like stench came from the silent sea surface.

Major Devoros asked anxiously. "What is that? My Lord!"

Taylor watched as strange creatures poked their heads out of the ocean, demons that didn't need to breathe crawling out of the ocean one by one.

Their fat provides them with the ability to float, like dark green ships of rotten meat, or floating corpses that have already shown gigantism.

They spit out mucus, hoping to destroy the towering fortress walls of the empire.

The huge Great Unclean One lay on the ocean like a battleship, and dozens of heavy Nurgle cannons fired amid the jubilant laughter of the Nurglings.

The fortress was riddled with potholes and a disgusting, excrement-like mucus, and poison gas and death covered the entire area.

Taylor cut off his armor's olfactory system without hesitation and shouted.

"Fight back with coastal artillery!"

(End of this chapter)