Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 342: Come on, Catachan food!

The talks with the Catachans went more smoothly than expected, and they agreed to Taylor's request for supplies without hesitation.

They even took the initiative to ask Taylor to take Catachan soldiers to support the expedition of the Regent.

In fact, during this period of about seven years, no imperial officials came to recruit soldiers, and Catachan paid almost no defense costs, which led to their population being a bit too large.

To be precise, Catachan's permanent population is around 11 million. Excluding young people who are unable to fight, all adults are subject to the -tax range according to Imperial standards.

According to Catachan's first-class special standard, a single Catachan 11-year tax would provide approximately 15 soldiers...

At this moment, Taylor had to face the fact that the food, clothing and other expenses of nearly 15 people would be piled up on the Moon-class cruiser he was carrying.

But the problem is not this, the problem is that it is Catachan's food, clothing and daily necessities!

Taylor said seriously, "Catachan devil meat can be brought in, but no fresh food can be placed in the freezer. We have to make sure it's cooked thoroughly!"

The Catachan soldier next to him said, "No, how can something that has been touched by flames still be considered food?"

Taylor said helplessly at this moment. "This is an order!"

Then he seemed to understand why old Tychus had so much white hair on his head now...

These guys are much harder to manage than Ogrin!
Finally, after a heated debate, Catachan agreed to heat the food. This was not because Taylor was a great negotiator, but because he simply exchanged recipes.

The cooked portions are still eaten by the Imperial Guard, while the raw portions are eaten by the Catachans.

But the key point is not whether it is raw or cooked, but the food itself...

Now the Imperial Guard eats Catachan food, and the Catachans eat Imperial Guard food.

In other words, Grox meat becomes Catachan bat meat, ant bulls become Catachan demon meat, and poultry foods also have related "substitutes", such as Taylor's favorite roast chicken becomes roasted Catachan myriapods.

The soldiers naturally had complaints about this, but faced with the requirement to bring those things on board alive, they all chose to endure without exception.

After all, the belly is small, but performing "Alien" on the ship is big.

Taylor now looked at the roasted Catachan noodle worms in front of him and fell into deep thought.

It was probably a mass of Tyranids without an exoskeleton, its sharp, serrated mouthparts cut off, its chest ripped open, and its interior exposed in its flattened body.

The browned meat was sprinkled with spices, cumin, chili and other seasonings.

Paired with mashed potatoes mixed with butter, this meal can only be described as delicious.

But Taylor had no interest at all now. He just used a fork to pick up those damn Catachan creatures that were almost as big as a chicken.

"I have to consider going vegetarian during this time."

He muttered, hoping the Catachans were worth their weight in gold.

But his worries were obviously unnecessary. After all, those guys grew up eating the monsters in front of him, and they ate them raw...

Taylor sighed slightly, and was attracted by the aroma of Catachan noodle bugs again, and couldn't help but pick up the knife.

"Just one bite. It's all thanks to Miss Lightling for baking it so deliciously..."

The silver knife cut through the skin, and a crackling sound was heard.

This thing has plant-like properties, so it immediately emits a smell similar to roasted lettuce, but mixed with the rich aroma of meat and spices, which instantly aroused Taylor's appetite. Although it looks a bit anthropomorphic, it does taste good.

Although I don't want to admit it, when the thick and crispy fibers and muscle tissue enter the mouth, the juice overflows from the plant-like fiber structure, making the seemingly dry muscle tissue taste not dry at all.

Taylor enjoyed the meal immensely, pulling out every bone and sucking on it carefully.

Miss Leitlin marinated this thing in advance and it is very tasty. Now the rich spices and saltiness have become the secret to bringing out its delicious taste.

When Taylor came to his senses, his plate was empty.

He wiped his palms, realizing that the Catachans' large stature might not be simply due to their environment.

While in theory creatures become less tasty as they rise up the food chain, the food on Catachan is indeed quite different.

Taylor stood up at this moment and received the information that they had entered the warp. After replenishing their supplies, they finally got the last ticket to Guilliman.

Once the ship entered the Warp and Taylor had confirmed they could reach the Primarch's location, he began attempting to perform a basic organizational exercise on the Catachan warriors.

They are usually not good at such large-scale group combat, so those soldiers need to learn how to use their advantages to conduct guerrilla warfare and diversionary battles in open areas.

Taylor immediately asked them to learn how to use long-range depleted uranium bullets. The carbines that the Mechanicus were good at using had considerable shooting range and penetration.

It is not difficult for experienced Catachan warriors to use those things; the key is how to give them a clear sense of guerrilla warfare.

That is to say, disperse, gather, obey orders and do not act rashly.

Thinking of this, Taylor wasn't actually worried.

Because the Catachans have a rather exaggerated fighting spirit. After all, their coming-of-age ceremony is to hunt giant Catachan demons.

Just follow the team assignments they received at their coming-of-age ceremony, and tell them to return there for resupply after using up their ammunition.

It feels like raising a group of strange creatures, not humans.

The organizational structure of the Imperial Guard was worthless to the Catachans, and the individual qualities that Taylor was proud of were commonplace to those forest warriors.

Even so, Taylor used his own authority and the name of the Primarch to provide them with enough gas masks and disinfectants, single-person air filters, and vaccines that could immunize them against most viruses.

However, the Catachans generally believed that this was just a poor performance by the gentle aliens and that those things were just a burden.

Taylor also wondered if giving those guys such supplies was simply a waste, but said it frankly.

In front of Catachan, a rogue officer like Taylor actually became a good guy...

It's really ironic.

As Taylor arranged the situation, he ate a Catachan demon gratin that tasted like crab while watching the ship leave the Warp.

When the dark green Death Plague World appeared in front of the cruiser, Taylor had already spotted the Glory of Macragge parked near the orbit.

Guilliman may have gone down, and there are many wrecks of heretic ships in the void, obviously a war broke out here.

Taylor immediately ordered the captain to approach the destination and began arranging for the Catachans to approach the filthy world...

(End of this chapter)