Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 395 This is not a war, it's a vacation

The huge Forge Continent is the oldest area on Vigilance. Before it was taken over by the Mechanicus, it was an important production base during the Dark Age of Humanity.

The rich mineral resources and unique geothermal energy of Warning Star make it a place that civilized races flock to.

Now, the black factory composed of chaotic forces covers this place like an abnormal evil growth, a bunch of disorderly growing barbs.

Massive walls surrounded the forge city, a filthy wasteland where factories belched smoke and flames that no longer belonged to the Empire.

Instead, he forged a monster of steel for Abaddon.

Fortunately, the Imperial Guard advanced quickly, and before Abaddon's forces could take advantage of their productivity, the greenskins used their flexible dark green claws to build a camp that was strong enough to defend against considerable attacks.

The continuous railway lines and giant locomotives were assembled as expected, and the metal material lines were like fungal blankets, eroding Abaddon's territory bit by bit.

At this moment, Taylor was holding a clipboard, watching boxes of supplies being transported in.

Although he had begun to wonder if he was a little too dependent on the advantages and sense of security brought by the countless tactical supplies provided by the Empire.

After all, nothing is more reassuring than fire suppression.

The Eldar and a large number of Imperial heavy artillery paralyzed the city defense system in the Forge Continent area almost instantly.

At the same time, the continuous railway network immediately transported a large number of newly arrived artillery shells to the front line.

Nowadays, the Basilisk self-propelled guns and heavy earth-shakers are standard equipment, and those things are firing almost non-stop.

If it weren't for the difficulty of transportation, Taylor would even want to bring the largest heavy artillery in the entire empire, the Grand Admiral Cannon, here to show Abaddon its power.

However, there is no such thing as too much supplies. Taylor can say that they will never run out. Another reason is that the orcs are really thrifty.

They don't need normal food at all, they just need to bask in the sun. The food they eat is almost like garbage, which is more like fertilizer to them.

In just a few days, a huge garbage city and its supporting equipment were built, basically using the leftover materials of the local garrison.

In other words, it is a small city with a void shield system built using the wreckage of cannons and positions, scrap iron and concrete fragments.

Although the post-punk wasteland style is too stimulating for humans, those crooked scrap metal and garbage are piled up almost in disorder.

Toxic air and radioactive dust entered unscrupulously, and only the green-skinned creature's body, as strong as an ox, could maintain normal functioning.

But the Skadi were never picky.

The best answer is to dig a hole, make a trench, lay a waterproof cloth on it, park an armored vehicle on it, and bury it in the trench and let it rot in the soil.

As for poisonous gas and pollution, they can be resisted by fully enclosed power armor, but they are not Space Marines after all, and it is a bit irritating not to take off clothes for several days in a row.

Therefore, the shower room and the fully enclosed cafeteria were built by the Imperial Guard themselves. After all, the things made by the greenskins are really rough and tattered.

After a few visits, Taylor even wanted to use the entire entertainment room to pass the time for his brothers.

As for war?

Taylor is not in a hurry, it should be Abaddon who is in a hurry.

He had so many mouths to feed, both the Space Marines and the Chaos traitors under his command needed to eat.

He was now lying in the trench, wondering with interest how long Abaddon could hold out.
Faced with the harassment of the Eldar and the blockade of the Empire, I wonder how strong the backbone of those so-called strong-willed guys is, so that they can stand up straight and say that they can hold on?
Taylor wasn't sure.

So he chose the most stable style of play.

That is military farming.

First, while normal plants and crops cannot grow in this place of desolation and death, greenskin byproducts can, such as the beasts called Scruggs and the plants that brew fungal beer on greenskin farms.

After tasting it, Taylor found that although the meat and wine had a mushroom flavor, they tasted delicious and nutritious after careful cooking.

As long as the greenskins increase production, they can ensure sufficient food production capacity.

This was almost a pleasant surprise, after all, no one in the Empire had ever wanted to produce with the greenskins before.

Secondly, the Imperial Guard also has production capabilities, such as recycling shell casings for secondary refilling, which is something that every one of Taylor's hungry soldiers has done.

After all, before Lord Guilliman protected them, there was always not enough ammunition and food.

Secondly, there are handicrafts made by the soldiers, and the raw materials are naturally things that are everywhere.

There is still a certain sales demand for those things within the empire. In an empire that worships the power of force, it is hard to say that handicrafts made by soldiers and born on the battlefield have no value.

When the transport plane returns to the rear, those things can become resources that return with it.

Even beer and frozen meat that the greenskins produced too much to store or that might rot had to be taken back.

Soon, the logistics department was surprised to discover something.

That is, no matter how many supplies are sent out on alert, they can send back things of equal or even higher value.

This made many senior logistics department officials suspect that someone had falsified the data, but when truck after truck full of supplies appeared in front of them.

Those gentlemen who look down on others by their noses should also wipe their eyes and wonder if it is the emperor himself who has appeared.

Is it reasonable for his logistics department to have others deliver things back?
Is he supporting the war zone or the production zone?

But for Taylor, even if he starved the greenskins and brothers under his command to death, he would still not be able to eat or use up all the food, let alone ammunition and decorations.

After all, Abaddon is now staying indoors all day long. Even if Taylor almost rides on his face, Abaddon can tolerate it.

Apparently the Warmaster of Chaos has truly undergone a gender change, or perhaps he's waiting for something.

Soon, Taylor's doubts were answered.

When the Eldar Archon provided information using the pager Taylor gave her, although it was just two short words, it was enough to answer Taylor's inner questions.

Because those two words most effectively told Taylor what Abaddon was expecting.

That is.

【Titan】

The creations of the God of All Machines, that's what the Mechanicus called them.

Taylor had no feelings for those guys. He only knew that those huge monsters were moving nightmares.

At the same time, one Titan is definitely enough to tear through the current muddy battlefield.

But Abaddon could not have imagined that he was fully capable of relying on the infiltration of the Eldar to find out the location of the Titans.

in other words.

He could blow the Titan to pieces right after it left the house!
Taylor shouted at this moment. "Contact Calgar, we may need to fight a tough battle."

"By the Emperor, we can defeat Abaddon here first!"

(End of this chapter)