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Chapter 351: Firepower Advantage, Part 2
The Emperor is above.

Taylor was lost in thought as he looked at the logistics list.

2 tank shells, 3 laser shells, and several thousand batteries.

There are over 6 heavy mortar shells, almost half of which are incendiary high-explosive shells, plus bombs for individual soldiers and explosives and thermal melts for blasting mountains.

In just three days, those Cadian guys had emptied more than half of the ammunition depot. It was obvious that they had no intention of helping Guilliman save anything.

Countless heavy cargo ships are docking, bringing the Emperor's endless wrath to this polluted place.

Tens of thousands of shells began to gather again, but of course this only allowed the angry Cadians to waste a little time.

The transport truck drivers from New Cadia worked in two shifts to transport weapons, equipment, ammunition and artillery.

They are all people who have experienced the decline of their home planet, and they will not be afraid when faced with Chaos's pursuit and attack that intends to cut off their supply lines.

Some people even get so angry that they raise their submachine guns and shoot at the demons.

At the same time, Taylor relied on his connections to activate the combat effectiveness of the Imperial Navy, and those Death-class deep space fighters and heavy bombers belonging to the Imperial Navy warships began to appear on the front line.

Cooperation between the navy, army and air force is extremely rare in the empire nowadays. Although it may be a bit self-boasting, the last time the three armies of the empire that had never interacted with each other in this way was the Sun Lord Macharius.

Of course, using Taylor's little cheek to bump into the Imperial hero, the Sun Lord, was obviously a bit too cheeky.

Now the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Navy can either cooperate or rely on Guilliman himself reinterpreting his damned Codex Astartes.

Obviously, the value of something that the Primarch himself does not respect is gradually decreasing.

This was an opportunity that Taylor took advantage of. When several Speedy Death-class fighters flew across the sky, Taylor also obtained the weapon configurations of those fighters to better command them.

However, when he saw the 22,000 pounds of bombs carried on it, Taylor wondered for the first time whether the usually meticulous officials of the Ministry of Military Affairs had gotten drunk like Fenris Wolf one day and wrote the numbers with their feet.

Obviously, the concept of twenty-two thousand made Taylor confused. As an imperial soldier proficient in blasting, he naturally knew that the number of twenty thousand pounds was not something he could just throw away.

Even if the Empire could be extravagant in terms of material production with full supply, the real challenge was being able to deploy such heavy bombs in front of the enemy.

The most powerful bomb trap he used only cost about 20,000 pounds, and it was not an integrated explosive. It just buried enough equivalent to suffocate the enemy with soil or destroy it with impact force.

And the bomb with 22,000 pounds of explosives?
All we can say is that either the Imperial Navy is crazy, or the heavy bombers that can cross the atmosphere are indeed monsters.

After all, they are usually designed to bomb space battleships, and 22,000 pounds of explosives in an oxygen-deficient environment may not be that exaggerated.

But this piqued Taylor's interest; he wanted to watch the fireworks!
But no matter what, Taylor's current task is to expand his war advantage.

Of course, the effect of such firepower advantage is immediate.

As the malevolent strongholds serving the Father are cleared out one by one by the Emperor's artillery shells, the Imperial Guard is taking the initiative.

This is indeed a pleasant surprise. The more places occupied, the greater the strategic depth and the higher the tolerance rate. However, with the way the Cadians bomb, even the thick-skinned Nurgle demons will be skinned alive.

Is this strategic depth useful? Taylor isn't sure, but it's better than nothing.

Surprisingly, in several remote strategic points, the Catachans actually discovered quite a few survivors who had used the Imperial State Church as their stronghold.

There were about four to five thousand people, all Imperial civilians and free of Chaos contamination. It was obvious that the Emperor's power protected them.

A group of dying, malnourished Imperial citizens were of little value, and in theory, Catachan should have abandoned them first for the mission.

However, Taylor has always scoffed at the records in the Imperial Guard Manual regarding the rescue of Imperial residents.

Most importantly, those people had lived here for a long time and were very likely to know the location of the Plague Crucible. This was enough for the Empire to stop the artillery fire for them for a while, but those Chaos Demons and Chaos Space Marines who were angry about the explosion obviously would not give up this gap.

They probably wanted to tear the Khadians who were firing at them into pieces.

Taylor looked at the report and drank some coffee in the headquarters, thinking that the unit could be rescued.

They must be few in number, otherwise they will become an obstacle to firepower strikes. They must be good at fighting demons and have extremely high individual qualities.

Obviously, his choices were not many, but almost none.

Of course Taylor didn't want to go out to work, but he was faced with the strange temptation of the 22,000-pound bomb and the core strategic goal of finding the Plague Crucible to end the war.

He had to pack up his things.

Of course, in terms of strategic command, the Krieg girl's combat effectiveness has always been higher than his. That lady is a real officer born in the Krieg world.

She has been undergoing the highest intensity military training since she was a child, and has become an expert in large-scale battles through participating in large-scale battles involving hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

Taylor even felt that he, who started out with defensive battles and small-scale cluster battles, seemed a little stupid in large-scale battles and sieges.

Now, sitting on the Ferranstein is like escaping responsibility. Eating freshly heated canned meat with cumin and black pepper sprinkled in the non-greasy fat is a kind of enjoyment, isn't it?
Taylor was now yawning, stirring the can with the bottom red from the burnt gas, and greeting his brothers.

Then he said seriously, "Our goal this time is to rescue civilians. Bring some food, boys. Those guys are probably starving."

"Secondly, don't be so fierce, everyone. Remember to wash your face and brush your teeth, and don't let the citizens of the Empire laugh at the soldiers!"

"Then our opponents remain the same: demons and traitor space marines. They've been quite troublesome lately!"

After saying this, Taylor saw that the boys were still listless, so he could only sigh and make his killing move.

"Save 100 Imperial citizens and receive 1 Throne Coin as a reward."

This sentence aroused the interest of the brothers.

An old soldier couldn't help but say, "Boss, that's very kind of you to say it! You're really being righteous by giving money to those people!"

Taylor immediately retorted. "What's the moral high ground?"

"I reported this to Guilliman, and then quoted a price of two throne coins for every one hundred citizens!"

"That brat just can't stand seeing others suffer. This time there are five or six thousand civilians, so he's going to make a killing from the Regent!"

"Let's make a deal first. Half will be given to you and half will belong to the regiment. But for a while, we can have extra meals and buy new uniforms."

"Oh, and underwear and socks!"

"The key is underwear and socks!"

"After fighting in this rotten place for a few days, everyone is stinking! We must ask the Regent to heal us!"

　Twenty-two thousand pounds is equivalent to ten tons

　　It is almost equivalent to the Soviet Union's use of the largest-yield bomb in World War II, the "Grand Slam".

　　This data also comes from the Empire's Marauder Colossus bomber.

　　It can carry the Colossus bomb, which weighs 10000 kilograms.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)