Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 370: The First Guard of the Vigilance Star is Established
On the side of the street, a camp consisting of several abandoned vehicles, sandbags and tarpaulins has begun to take shape.

At the far right end of the block, a thick mountain of corpses had piled up in front of the Imperial Guard's position, all of them were the bodies of greenskins and members of the Genestealer sect.

This place also became one of the few safe areas, and a large number of loyal wounded entered here after undergoing physical and mental examinations.

Of course, although it sounds mysterious, in fact, it mainly involves checking how many arms a person has, whether he has forehead wrinkles, or whether he feels energized after reading the Word of the Emperor and walking past Saint Taylor.

In general, the defense line composed of a large number of barricades, sandbags and heavy machine guns used in war makes this the last safe area.

Of course, this was not enough according to Taylor's standards. After all, in his eyes, a camp should not only be able to heat food, but also be able to clean the soldiers' bodies in time to ensure their safety and rest.

Yes, for Taylor, this place is far from qualified. At best, it can only be considered a position. But for the guards they accepted in a short period of time, life here can be considered more comfortable than serving in the army!

When the soldiers who believed in the Emperor were given single beds and enough food, they looked at the hot soup floating with grease.

Even the canned meat that the Skadi warriors despised was enough to keep them happy for who knows how long, but now it has become their daily food.

This alone is enough to surprise them for a long time, not to mention that there are normal medical supplies and sufficient supplies here.

Of course, those things were not groundless, but were based on the memories of the young governor by the Skadi people during this period.

Vital strategic materials, food, sugar, and ammunition were moved out from the underground fortresses belonging to the governor one by one.

This has solved the urgent problem facing the Imperial Guard.

However, those supplies were only temporary after all. Taylor did not intend to rely on those things to live for the rest of his life, but he also did not intend to farm and hunt here. It was just a temporary measure to solve the problem.

During this period, he almost distributed things based on the critical point of resource consumption. After all, they were all external possessions and were useless if he couldn't take them away.

He knows the difference between seeking death and being a miser. At least he is definitely not someone who cannot invest money.

What's more, he now has to spend a lot of money to quickly restore the combat effectiveness of the scattered guards and PDF (Planetary Guard).

In comparison, using large amounts of food and medicine is not unacceptable. The so-called manpower is actually far more valuable than supplies.

After all, medicine takes time to take effect, unlike food and ammunition. Moreover, the only and greatest function of those things is to help soldiers recover their strength.

At the same time, Taylor counted the supplies inside the warehouse. Although not all the resources were available, there were more of them and they were enough to satisfy his hunger.

For example, large amounts of bulletproof armor or laser guns and automatic guns, and batches of projectiles and energy batteries.

Those resources are enough to arm an independent imperial army in a short time. As long as the quality of the troops is good, they can build up sufficient defense!

So the core of the problem is manpower. Although the wounded need time to heal, they are definitely the most loyal ones with the best martial arts, the best luck, and the strongest willpower.

Taylor is now thinking that after the wounds of those soldiers heal, he can probably form an elite, absolutely loyal force of about 5,000 people.

Under the current circumstances, it seems to be a drop in the bucket, but as long as the deployment area is accurate and there are enough weapons and equipment, the effect of these 5,000 people will not be much worse than that of a group of 10,000 people.

However, now that it has lost contact with the empire, this newly formed infantry regiment is facing problems with food, clothing, weapons and equipment, as well as the means of further screening the shortlisted candidates.

For example, whether the soldier has post-traumatic stress syndrome, whether he can still hold such a position, or whether he has any obvious physical defects.

Lacking expertise and equipment, Taylor relied on basic methods: asking people themselves.

It’s just that subjective feelings are unreliable. If they are wrong in their estimates, the consequences may be disastrous.

Taylor sighed at the thought.

After all, he is now both a father and a mother. The aggressive orcs and the ubiquitous Genestealer bastards have exhausted him.

The situation in Calgar is still unclear. The hive city's systems are almost paralyzed, and supplies and weapons and equipment are insufficient, or at least far from sufficient.

To get continuous supplies, we must expand our lifeline, so manpower is the most precious resource. Then there is another problem, that is, those soldiers do not listen to the words of the Imperial Guard.

To be precise, they were not affiliated with the Ministry of Military Affairs but were subordinates of the local governor.

So there is only one candidate for commander.

But the governor was still a child, so Taylor was a little hesitant about entrusting a force of 5,000 men and a large amount of resources to a young man.

After all, there are all kinds of monsters here nowadays. If the commander is incompetent, the consequences will be regrettable.

Fortunately, Taylor now thought that the Krieg girl was not only experienced, but also had considerable experience in large-scale legion wars. It would be best to let her assist the governor in the short term.

After finalizing the general idea, Taylor was very proactive. Half a day later, an army composed of healed wounded soldiers suddenly appeared in the camp.

They were dressed neatly, replacing the bloodstained or torn bulletproof armor with the blue armor of the Governor's Office.

They were extremely loyal and devoted, holding weapons and waiting for orders.

They look forward to fighting back, to driving out the things that killed their families and destroyed their homes.

Whether it's greenskins or genestealers.

They look forward to taking orders from the legendary hero, the orc slayer, the saint of the empire.

But when Taylor walked out, he did not give any orders to those people. He just walked to the back seat and watched a young and petite figure coming towards him.

She has only one eye and looks terrifying. She wears a rather extravagant military uniform that even seems a bit redundant, but no one can question her majesty.

Her pupil-less eyes are like wandering spirits without souls, staring at your soul intently, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

She called out in a high, childish voice.

"fighting!"

"Take back our homeland!"

"Fight! In the name of the Agamenous family, I command you to fight for your master!"

"I am recognized by the Emperor and the Lord of the Vigilant Planet!"

"Now, tell me!"

"How much longer must we wait before we can deal with those gluttons? How much longer must we wait before we can erect barricades and defend our homes?!"

At this moment, several soldiers who had been arranged in advance shouted, "Now!"

"Now!"

The crowd was excited and shouted in unison.

"Now! Now!"

The sound was deafening, and anger was aroused from within them.

Now, all the time, they say, the Vigilantes have had enough of what is defiling their home!
Taylor simply walked off the stage and said, "We have reliable allies ready to clean up within a week."

"I want to take back the foundry!"

(End of this chapter)