Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 347 New Cadians

The Regent has ordered.

War was imminent, so Taylor had to get up, and his resentment towards Guilliman deepened.

But after all, they are working for the country and the people, so Taylor has nothing to complain about.

He really doesn't have any great ambitions. His mind is full of delicious food, retirement and vacation.

But that's how people are. Only guys like the Primarch think about the future and victory all the time.

And the old Emperor, the golden master of mankind, was blind and entrusted the task of protecting the empire to himself.

Taylor now sat on Ferenstein, looking at the nearby mountains that looked like rotting meat.

Those things were bigger than the mountains and forests, standing on the horizon, wriggling like breathing, so unforgettable that you will never forget them even in your dreams.

It seemed as if he was reminded all the time that he was in a nightmare...

It reminded him of the scenery on Cadia, only worse, and the Death Guard's vision and power now covered the entire world.

This place is no different from Nurgle's own garden. To be honest, it is questionable whether this place can still be considered a material world.

Under such circumstances, the new recruits who lack strong willpower have no fighting power. Those young people would curl up in a ball and cry just by witnessing the madness here.

The only good news is that food has finally become normal. The guys in the logistics department are now responsible for Taylor's diet, and a steady supply of good things is being obtained as if it were free.

Whether it's rare fresh meat or rich cheese, the entire Ultramar is now working hard for this battle.

Of course, even so, Taylor must fill in the demand according to the number of people to avoid waste.

Today's empire cannot tolerate waste, which is why the Logistics Department was born. Even Taylor can easily get a lot more food than other troops because of his relationship with the department.

He still didn't make a move.

This is why Guilliman always trusts Taylor, because the young man knows what it means to be content with what you have.

In order to count the number of soldiers, Taylor asked the Krieger girl over the radio, "How many soldiers do we have?"

"15 Catachan Forest Guards, 1500 elite Skadi Redemption Regiment, and a recently joined force whose numbers haven't been fully accounted for," Krieg said.

Taylor asked doubtfully. "Recently? Who could possibly join the war on a battlefield like this?"

Ms. Krieger replied. "They're called Neo-Cadians."

"From the Cadian refugees."

Taylor said in amazement. "They haven't given up the fight yet. That's really impressive..."

"Their homeworld was destroyed, their bloodline was nearly cut off, yet those Cadians out there still dared to fire at Chaos?"

Tyler felt like a bug, not a hero compared to those guys.

Thinking of this, he received an invitation to dinner from an officer. Taylor was not interested at first until he saw the rank of the officer opposite him.

Major general.

Taylor was not a bully, and military rank was just a name to him. After all, he had been a deserter for more than six years in theory, and had a lot of honors that he didn't know how to divide.

If you really think about it, being an imperial general is not difficult, he can do it as long as he is willing, but the greater the responsibility, the more troubles there are, so Taylor can only stay away from it.

But in theory, the general was his subordinate. Of course, it was a bit strange for a lieutenant colonel to have a general subordinate, but Taylor just hated the concreteness of this matter...

When he arrived at the core area of the camp as scheduled, a man in a general's uniform had been waiting for a long time. When Taylor walked into the room, he bowed slightly and said with a smile.

"Long time no see, Commander Taylor." He had a brown beard and a slightly older face, but looked no more than in his early 30s.

He had the proud purple eyes of the Cadians, showing off their status as if they were favored by the Emperor.

Taylor said in confusion. "A Skadi warrior, when have I ever seen you before?"

"I thought every Skadi impressed me, and you're an Imperial Major General at such a young age, how could I not recognize you?"

Taylor scratched his head, wondering if he'd eaten too many Catachan creatures and that had affected his memory.

Maybe one day he'd end up eating raw meat and drinking blood like those Catachans because he'd forgotten how to cook?

The general couldn't help laughing, and then picked up a military cap used by an Imperial Lieutenant Colonel. The cap looked a bit like those used by Imperial Navy officers, but most of it was changed from blue to dark brown.

It's a bit like the color scheme of the Kriegers.

When the Cadian warrior put on his clothes and smiled at Taylor, his thick beard could no longer hinder Taylor's visual perception.

A young and capable face overlapped with this old face, and Taylor couldn't help but shout.

"What have you been through?"

"You weren't like this when we fought together on Cadia!"

"Lieutenant Colonel, sit down, right here, and let's have a good chat."

Taylor thought of him, the young officer on Cadia, who had served him well and had his hand melted off from firing at demons.

Taylor still remembers the bloody and mangled appearance clearly. For such a tough guy, Taylor can't recognize him now, which shows how exaggerated his changes are.

Taylor greeted.

"Come, come, sit down and try this roast ribs. It's highly praised by the people of Fenris."

"My Lord," said the Cardian Major General, "it seems you've been to quite a few places again."

"I came here on my own initiative because I heard about your great achievements with the Regent."

"I want revenge...on Chaos, on those who took my homeland."

Taylor drank his wine and asked his old friend, "How are you going to find soldiers? How many reliable brothers do you have?"

The old friend did not hide anything and spoke frankly.

"3 men, all veterans of Cadia, and 3000 Kashejin, all old brothers who experienced the disaster of Cadia."

"Since the destruction of our homeland, we have been living on a Mars-class battleship called Karlion. That ship has now been renamed New Cadia, representing hope..."

"And these 30,000 people are all Sons of the Void."

Taylor swallowed the food in his mouth silently.

The term "Children of the Void" means that those people were born on ships and have never seen land in their lives.

Today this statement is heavy and sad.

Refugees? That's not wrong.

The major general drank a sip of distilled liquor without any food, and said to Taylor with a red face, relying on anger and passion.

"Sir, let me see you defeat the Four Great Demons once again. My brothers and I are willing to serve you!"

(End of this chapter)