Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 365: Robbing the Rich to Help Me, Part 2
The night sky of Vigilant Star is wrapped in the purple night light of the Great Rift, just like the purple aurora, which looks magnificent.

But that kind of scenery brings about oppressive and abnormal thoughts like ripples, as long as you raise your head and think about concepts other than the Emperor and loyalty.

That feeling keeps stirring your heart.

Therefore, most of the Vigilantes fell into madness after the Great Rift opened, and the remaining residents now are those with very strong wills.

But even so, to the battle-hardened Skadi people, those guys were still rookies.

Under those spotlights and the sentry towers that stood firmly in the city, Taylor, now dressed as a planetary guard officer, drove a hovercraft and had no obstacles.

His theory is that as long as the rank of the person you pretend to be is high enough, the other side will not dare to check.

A hovercraft is not only a high-ranking member of the planetary guard, but also an identification card for a rich young man inside the rotten alert star hive.

Add a school-level military uniform, and even without a military rank, it is enough to convince most people to give way.

Afterwards, the fully armed Skadi warriors waited in the truck at the rear and entered the vicinity of the Governor's Palace without anyone noticing.

Taylor drank sparkling water and had a simple evaluation of this in his heart.

The fact that they were infiltrated like a sieve is truly a perfect match!

This also shows how rotten the upper echelons here have become.

If Taylor hadn't been worried about the threat of Genestealers, he would probably have simply chopped off the heads of those nobles and lords and let the army take over the operation of the hive.

In fact, Taylor's idea coincided with Calgar's idea. The solid and reliable Space Marine Chapter was enough to resist any internal invasion.

But clearing out the Genestealer cults is not a task that can be ignored.

Taylor came here only to deal with the enemies of the empire. As for those who were just sitting there doing nothing, he planned to seize some good stuff as a meal supplement.

After all, there are thousands of mouths waiting for him, and they are all good brothers. Missing a bite of good food would be disrespectful to those old comrades.

Now, just looking at the food, their food expenses are close to what the Space Marines eat when they are not in combat.

There was also the extremely high cost of employing the Mechanicus, though Guilliman paid the bulk of that.

However, Taylor still employs an additional 30 mechanical priests and a senior magos to provide maintenance for the power armor and weaponry of his infantry regiments.

Frankly speaking, although Guilliman guaranteed the weapons, equipment, food and medical care, and theoretically paid for the Mechanicus guys, Taylor still wanted more.

The Skadi's food allowance is 30% more than that of other normal infantry regiments.

But it is not an exaggeration. Today they can enjoy a life of luxury thanks to Taylor's ability to make money and his connections within the empire.

Therefore they have more inexhaustible supplies of medical supplies or holy oils and incense, food and weapons than other people.

But none of this is free. To be more precise, it can't even be bought with money.

Therefore, Taylor's action of beating the landlord was selfish, even very selfish.

Even though Ms. Krieger had questioned more than once that many of the expenses in the Legion's cash flow were unnecessary, such as the servants who regularly cleaned the dormitories and the supply of drinks and desserts during non-wartime periods.

The former can basically be provided again and again, but the latter is Taylor's lifeblood.

After all, without coffee and sparkling water, there's no energy for fighting. But Taylor always thinks it's a good deal if he can buy victory and soldiers' survival rate with money.

But they are not mercenaries after all, and they will not actively burn, kill or loot in their daily actions.

If the Skadi, who are already small in number, were to disperse further, their combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

So it seems that Taylor has always been stingy and always trying to take advantage of small opportunities.

Of course, this is also because he likes to take advantage of small opportunities...

Thinking of this, Taylor felt his pockets tightening. After all, as the battle line advanced further and further towards the dark side of the empire, he never knew when he would be left with money but nowhere to spend it.

After all, throne coins and credit points are only useful in a civilized world!
Taylor initially planned to try to get some hard currency, such as jewelry or gold.

But he thought about it and realized that it was not convenient to sell those things, and he would have to go to the market to find a way to cash them in.

The military supplies within the empire rarely go through the market, mainly because it is too inefficient. You can't let your own soldiers go to the black market to make money, right?
How is that different from pirates?
Then he suddenly remembered that within the empire, things like good wine and tobacco were the most powerful hard currency!

It has no shelf life and is easy to preserve, but is almost useless on the battlefield. However, its advantage is that it is expensive and small in size and light in weight.

In other words, it is for gift giving.

When the time comes, give some to the logistics department, give some to the military affairs department, and when there are idle garrisons nearby, give some to those brothers, then everything will become easy and fast.

It's like being on the Imperial Internal Affairs Highway, and the quality is excellent. As long as the price is not too high, it will be approved.

All it takes is a bottle of good wine and the seal of the steward.

However, what Taylor valued most were the governors' most beloved items, the personal weapons and equipment customized by them.

It was useless to Taylor, but those things were made of real money. Although they were flashy, they were all very expensive.

The power armor is made entirely by hand and driven by top-notch equipment. It looks fancy, but in fact it is useless on the battlefield and is easy to be targeted.

But just like the medieval nobles on ancient Terra, a set of custom-made power armor comes with a family crest and a rather exaggerated price.

But those things are the best collections for most people, especially the top leaders in the core areas of the empire.

Taylor privately calculated that a complete set of fine-crafted power armor could definitely replace the weapons and equipment of an infantry regiment!

He was so obsessed with it that he forgot about it. After all, robbing the planetary governor was a good job, not to mention that it was Calgar's idea.
When the hovercraft arrived at the station, Taylor raised his head and looked at the towering Gothic castle in front of him. It was a huge fortress almost thirty meters high, located in the core area of the hive city, with a huge black heart-like shape.

He did not feel any sense of oppression, but only felt that there was a mountain of gold and silver in front of him.

However, he quickly gave the order. "Don't take anything yet. Our goal is to capture everyone inside the Governor's Mansion and control this area."

"Prioritize destroying the enemy's combat effectiveness and ensure no one can fight back. Finally, don't use large local banknotes, credit points, or throne coins. They will all lead to criticism and are difficult to spend."

"Listen up, guys, we're only taking the best cigarettes and alcohol, and custom-made weapons and equipment. If anyone asks about those things, just say they're gifts from the Governor!"

"Remember, work quickly. Get the cigarettes and alcohol first, then choose the weapons and equipment. Be discerning, the most important things are the good ones you haven't seen before!"

(End of this chapter)