Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 352: Come and take advantage of Guilliman
It must be said that Taylor's contribution to the destruction of Guilliman's vault may be far greater than that of any other Chaos Chapter.

Of course, this does not mean that the Lord Regent cannot afford to support a legion. In fact, Guilliman is happy to see Taylor get paid to do things.

After all, money is just a number to the Primarch, and using numbers to make his friend and his own mortal warmaster happy can only be said to be a two-way street.

Of course, for the Skadi First Redemption Legion, war is the meaning of their existence.

Before you actually go to open up the black soil, you will make a profit by making as many coffins as you can.

All we can say is that soldiers will become more and more like their commanders. This is true. Under Taylor's style of command and military law, the soldiers' actions and thinking gradually became strange.

Of course, collecting coffins is a simple idea, better than those notorious villain groups like Chemical Dogs.

Apparently, Taylor’s men were capable and efficient, and in it for more than just the money;

By the time the first wave of soldiers bypassed the battle lines and reached the Ecclesiarchate, the Skadi vanguard had already eliminated most of the Empire's enemies.

They opened up a safe route for the large army. In theory, as long as they followed this route, they would not encounter the enemy.

Of course, this action earned the scouts' company 500 Imperial Civilian Points.

Yes, they even started keeping score, and when Taylor remembered the points clearly, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

After all, that kid Guilliman is going to bleed a lot for this.

However, good news actually came one after another. The reconnaissance team counted the number of refugees and found that there were thousands of homeless people nearby.

Although there is no guarantee that they all still believe in the Emperor and are loyal and pure, if that is not possible, you can use bombs to "screen" them.

This is not difficult. There is a wizard in Taylor's team who knows the taste of chaos very well.

He would always remember the smell of rot and gunpowder.

In the worst case scenario, there could be an extra thousand people, which is ten throne coins. Although Taylor didn't like converting the money standards of his previous life, he couldn't help it this time.

In general, it is enough money to feed 10 middle-class people for more than a year, and if converted into credit points in the hive city, it would be an astronomical figure for ordinary people.

This mission can earn you 60 throne coins. If nothing unexpected happens, this is probably the largest amount of money you can get within the Imperial Guard, which is not allowed to engage in commercial activities, except for embezzled materials.

However, this is a personal reward from the Regent, and other infantry regiments do not have this blessing.

Thinking of this, Franstein moved faster and faster.

However, this matter was actually a bit too smooth. After all, Nurgle couldn't have been unaware that there was a human stronghold here.

It's probably a trap, but you have to step into it.

The other side must also know the problem of this matter, so those mortals are not only bait, but also the biggest wound to Chaos.

They want to trade mortals for a way out of the bombardment line, and the Imperial Guard wants Imperial citizens to tell them the information.

This was a risky move, but for Chaos it was his last calculation before being blown into mud.

Unfortunately, their opponent was Taylor.

This fox-like commander of the Imperial Guard had suffered too many such losses, so he directly separated the rescue force from the main force. The main force took the main road, and he was responsible for the small road.

This made the journey quite easy, and the Skadi veterans were not bound by the civilians, so they were not afraid of explosions. They were composed of elite Cadian veterans and Skadi Redemption Corps, with 30 empty transport vehicles and considerable firepower.

However, that firepower was obviously not enough to wipe out all the demons. Although there was the problem of Taylor's hiding, it was indeed not easy for a single soldier to use his firepower to deal with the thick-skinned and filthy demons.

The demons pounced on them without hesitation, as if they had seen a life-saving straw. They tore the trucks transporting civilians into pieces, using large stains and rot to cut off the possibility of intelligence leaks.

The scene was almost horrific. The animal organs and flesh stuffed into the car melted and destroyed almost instantly.

But those empty transport vehicles driven by the servitors and the Thinker system are just bait.

When the demons realized that something was wrong, both the huge Great Unclean One and the plague zombies were still obsessed with the joy of counterattack. After all, they had been bombed for several days, and even the demons had dug air-raid shelters!
The Great Unclean One even remembered that when his Plague Anchor turned into a Plague Shovel, as he dug the soil and tree roots, his father's faint sighs seemed to be right beside his ears.

But when they were about to get a few mortals as cover to prevent themselves from being blown up, they discovered that there were no living people in the transport vehicle in front of them, but a pile of rotten meat!
As the Great Demon sighed in pain, several Death-Class fighter jets streaked across the skyline...

Dropping a massive twenty-two thousand pound bomb.

A rumbling mushroom cloud rose from the side of the skyline, carrying with it a foul-smelling plague wind.

Taylor looked up at the clouds raised by the explosion and felt a little sorry that he did not join the front-line troops.

Although no one is more suitable than him to appease the civilians, as the Krieg girl said, his face is more useful than the Imperial Commissar's bomb.

As the civilians entered the Imperial Guard's vehicles, Taylor was repeatedly thanked by a beautiful female resident.

I have to say that the citizens of the empire are quite discerning. This blonde beauty is indeed quite beautiful by the empire's standards.

But after all, they are refugees, so don't expect them to be too beautiful. Dressing and clothes always add points.

Also, the girl from Lightlin and the girl from the wizard looked very embarrassed as they were secretly pinching his waist.

Taylor held the woman's hand tightly and said with his signature smile.

"Next, please arrange for a hunter familiar with this area to tell us about the most difficult or strange areas to approach."

"At the same time, we have prepared food for you, the gods of wealth, no... for you, the loyal citizens of the empire."

"Don't worry, it's not life-saving bricks or nasty Bible leather."

"It's real meat."

When the girl heard the word "meat", she drooled without caring about her appearance, looking quite silly and cute.

Even though it stinks here, it obviously can't stop my stomach from growling.

Life Bricks and Bible Leather were two cheap and common Imperial disaster relief foods. They were bland starch blocks, equivalent to black bread in this era.

and a composite crafted from artificial leather, capable of being boiled into soup, and engraved with the Word of the Emperor.

According to the Ministry of Military Affairs, this is a gift from the Emperor. While providing the citizens of the Empire with essential vitamins, it can also help them strengthen their faith!
And that’s all Taylor could say.

Why don’t you officials eat yourselves?

(End of this chapter)