Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 378 I, the War Chief..., Part 2
In the war hall of the hive city, Calgar was trying to make sense of the situation.

First, he looked at Taylor, who was surrounded by three or four hostile green-skinned bosses, and asked in confusion.

"I knew you could always complete your tasks, but I didn't expect you to exceed them."

He glanced at the heavily armored things, the xenos, or green vermin.

And the implication is that it is enough for you to win over the greenskins, and there is no need to become their leader.

Now, greenskins with a combat power comparable to the Empire's total strength are entrenched outside the hive, and the large amount of metal scraps left over from the war are allowing them to make strange things.

Frankly speaking, that thing looked like a Titan-class alien armor, which made it quite difficult for Calgar to decide whether to let them build it or to stop them.

Taylor could only say awkwardly, "After all, these guys are homeless now. The orcs' garbage city has become a city of holes. If they continue to stay there, they will be breached sooner or later."

"This way, the tactical advantage we worked so hard to create will disappear again as the insect swarm replenishes its biomass."

"I don't want the sacrifice to be worthless, so even the greenskins must be taken in as normal combat power."

"I will send them to the front lines to deal with the most severe situations. Sooner or later, the combat effectiveness of the Greenskins and the Imperial Guard will be equalized."

At this point, Calgar replied, "No! The problem is that I can't trust those..."

He was halfway through his speech when a green-skinned boss suddenly interrupted. "Who gave you the guts to talk to my boss like that?! Canned shrimp!"

Of course, Calgar's temper was not good either. When Cawl wanted to save Guilliman, he almost got his brains hammered out.

Karga had no sympathy for the alien at all. He grabbed the leader's head with his heavy iron fist and crushed the green skull to pieces.

The other greenskins stepped back in amazement, and finally realized that this was not their home.

Calgar wiped the greenskin blood off his gloves, then said with disgust as he watched the chapter servants cleaning the floor.

"What do I want to say?"

"Anyway, I can't allow those greenskins to eat and live with my warriors. At most, we can keep each other separate during war."

"in other words."

"You're their boss!"

"Take them out, take them far away, and discipline them somewhere I can't see them."

"I can transport the resources over, and I'll also send soldiers to protect your safety. It won't be too far from the city."

"The local governor is willing to provide a brand new set of small city void shields that have only been in service for 600 years to replace the previous greenskin field generator."

"In short, if you don't want the Ultramarines to kill all those greenskins before the battle, you have to make them behave like humans!"

Taylor replied, "Well, I knew things wouldn't be that simple."

He glanced at the greenskin bosses behind him who were trembling with fear at the power of Calgar, and his head started buzzing even more.

However, Taylor was also very clear about Calgar's suffering. After all, if the greenskins rashly mixed with the imperial soldiers on a large scale, it might lead to conflict with the Inquisition.

Although Taylor and Calgar's identities allow them to ignore complaints and suppress public opinion, it will always lead to the soldiers being influenced by the greenskins.

For example, Taylor's men can all make explosive bombs and chainswords by hand, and can even improvise low-quality artillery shells and heavy artillery. Although the effect is not satisfactory, it is indeed enough to deal with infantry.

If this situation is extended to every soldier, let's not talk about whether there will be an empire's idea king. After completing his service, he will be regarded as a human technical master.

Just the thought of the Greenskins shaking their faith and lowering their fighting spirit, or the conflicts they had with the Greenskins, was enough to give them a headache. Therefore, Taylor had no choice but to become the Greenskin leader.

He was now practically exiled to the frontier, watching the greenskins work with hundreds of his brothers under tents made of tarpaulin.

Those things collected scrap metal, formed various things, and then pieced them together. In a process of abstract work that was almost like a child's thinking, the foundation was embedded in the ground.

Where is the excavator? Where is the pile driver?

The Imperials who came here to supervise watched in amazement as those things were tossed around, while Taylor just played poker beside them with a calm expression.

Of course, my luck is as bad as ever.

After losing three or four times in a row, Taylor had to find other ways to pass the time.

The good news is that the Zerg is not endless. At least it takes time to convert biomass into an army.

Secondly, the greenskins do not need to build a complex, huge garbage city, but only need a camp that is big enough to protect them.

And this time Taylor was responsible for the planning. For example, one side of the camp was used to raise green-skinned livestock and war beasts, one side was the living area, and one side was the arsenal.

In general, it is too human, not like the greenskins' messy things made of heavy metals and disordered metal garbage.

There was a large amount of concrete and good metal plates that were too complete for the greenskins, a bunch of inexplicable shovels and drafts, or welding guns that were quite unfamiliar to them.

Fortunately, those green guys learned quickly, and the camp took shape in just a few days.

However, Taylor did feel quite resistant to living in those garbage houses made of iron sheets.

Now he walked into the greenskin camp and asked the boys to stand in line and form a queue.

During this time, they were trained by Skadi soldiers, wearing complete military uniforms, new weapons and equipment, and brand new leather shoes.

And they were also given military ranks according to their body size.

The greenskin bosses are all lieutenants, and the leaders are all at the colonel level. According to this theory, Taylor is probably the greenskin general.

And based on the results of the last Zerg War, those greenskins can receive exquisite human-made badges, most of which are imitations of existing military affairs department badges.

For example, the Scarlet Campaign Badge, or the Terra Star Badge.

But now it has become the Green Group Badge and the Ullanor (the Orcish name for Armageddon) Badge.

Obviously, such changes make the greenskins very happy, and the badges are awarded with great strength, and the merits behind the badges will be indicated.

For example, killing a giant executioner in a single fight, or defeating a certain number of samurai bugs.

The greenskin who gets the badge will be worshipped by other greenskins and will become the new leader.

As long as the greenskins feel admired by their companions, their hormones will prompt them to develop again. Such badge rewards may be dispensable for imperial soldiers, but they are real good things for the greenskins.

Such rules can also allow the greenskins to grow quickly and become a more powerful force.

Taylor felt happy when he saw the vibrant scene here.

Until those guys said.

"Boss, how about calling our Leo Ku the Immortal Baron?"

(End of this chapter)