Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 410: Transformed into an Iron Wall
The Zerg's approach always seems so rapid. They can move without the need for the warp and are simply elusive.

News about the Zerg always makes people terrified, and the entire fortress was almost instantly reduced to chaos.

There are many people who want to leave here to escape the claws of the Great Devourer. After all, being eaten up is indeed a bit scary.

The endless swarms of insects and the chitinous frenzy are enough to stir the delicate hearts of every fragile citizen of the empire.

However, no one in the entire huge fortress could speak up about how to fight the Zerg.

To put it bluntly, it had been hundreds of years since the last Scourge on Macragge, and no one besides the Space Marines actually had any memory of fighting the Zerg.

Although some people would say that recording is the privilege of civilized races, he, Taylor, can also assert that the Zerg in books and the actual Zerg are two completely different things.

Ignorance is the most tragic thing. If they were ordinary people, they only needed to know how to deal with their work in this life, but they were the Emperor's warriors, so they had to learn how to deal with every enemy.

Taylor looked at those useless guys with almost disappointment. How could he save the empire by working with such guys?

Thinking of this, he said, "Madam Inquisitor, please tell me how we should deal with this situation."

Taylor acted as if he wanted to open the eyes of those bumpkins, but he didn't expect the judge to answer.

"Well, my jurisdiction isn't overrun with Zerg. In fact, I've only come into contact with Genestealers and their sects."

Taylor sighed slightly. "For the Emperor's sake, what kind of nightmare am I having?"

"In other words, apart from me and my brother, no one here knows how to deal with the Zerg?"

The entire war meeting fell silent in an instant until a young man raised his hand and spoke.

"I think we're going to destroy the Zerg's war factories from the Void War, those Behemoths, those massive warships."

Taylor retorted. "It's a good idea, but the law of nature is that the big prey on the small. The Swarm isn't a tactician; they view all warfare as predation."

“So they’re well-versed in this.”

"I can even say that I've never seen them lose a single Void Battle despite being well prepared."

"Any tentacle fleet has more than 20 warships gathered together. If they are in normal condition, then each of these warships will be no worse than the Moon class."

"And your assumption requires our ships to fight at a ratio of 1 to 3 or even 4 to win."

"So do you think it's possible?"

At this point, the Admiral in charge of this area asked, "I've witnessed greenskin invasions and killed Chaos traitors, but according to you, with all due respect..."

"It's just giving others a lot of prestige!"

Taylor replied. "But the Zerg is a formidable adversary. And you think something that once plunged five hundred worlds into bloodbath is merely a beast?"

The general asked. "So Beast Slayer, Swarm Buster, Imperial Saint."

"What do you think of my strange and difficult guest?"

Taylor said. "Shells. That's all we can do."

"Abandon the void battle and send the warships into the interior of the starport to provide firepower. Connect them in parallel, and add the starport's combat power to form the hard shells on both sides of the scallop."

"This is also the wisdom of living things. As long as the insect swarm realizes that they can't open the shell and destroy the adamantium and ceramite that protect us, they will retreat."

Many people couldn't believe these words.

After all, in human history, letting ships leave their posts and give up their maneuverability and outflanking capabilities is almost equivalent to standing still and taking a beating.

Furthermore, the massive warships, several kilometers in size and incredibly dense, were constructed entirely of high-strength alloys and ceramic steel. If a ship got too close, those behemoths would exert a gravitational pull like a planet. A single careless operation in such a tactic could result in a collision, with both ships destroyed instantly...

Moreover, in an empire that worships military power, such conservative tactics have never been welcomed.

Even in the ground war on the planet, Xu Jin barrage is still the favorite of the imperial commanders.

Sacrifice is not shameful, fearless sacrifice is a reward for the Emperor. Even Taylor would find it difficult to order those arrogant warship masters to stop, stay on standby, and willingly become the so-called shells.

At least that's what the Imperial Navy Admiral thought. He had seen how difficult those captains were. The warships that were said to be under his command were actually independent.

You have to spend money to support them and maintain the relationship regularly. Ultimately, it's all about human relationships.

Warships are not merchant ships with set routes. As long as they are within their service area, they are free to go wherever they want, except for orders from the navy's top brass.

This is what worries this senior naval officer. Although he holds a high position, he does not have much say in the Imperial Navy.

He said bitterly. "How many captains agree with this tactic?"

A middle-aged captain said, "Everyone."

The old sailor felt a chill in his heart. "Universal opposition?"

The captain cursed. "Kelaner, you old fool are getting senile! Unanimous agreement! Don't you understand?"

"Mr. Taylor is a friend of the Imperial Navy. I witnessed his battles on Macragge. It was truly remarkable."

"By the Emperor, several legions bombarded and blasted the demons, leaving them tumbling and crawling. I'll never forget it!"

"Although I know that the tactics of the navy and the army are very different, I still want to trust this soldier."

Then the old man changed the subject. "Mr. Taylor, what about those dozen or so twenty-thousand-pound heavy bombs and the downed bomber?"

Taylor's face froze. "Brothers, why settle accounts so openly?"

The captain said, "No, I mean the red wine in your cupboard. Just putting it there doesn't make it look noble..."

"I heard that the chefs in your group are comparable to the Regent's own. That would be another treat. We could have a banquet and then slowly discuss the tactical details..."

Taylor sighed.

This is what is called human nature and social customs. Human nature is one thing, and "accidents" are another.

But the same thing goes, in the army, especially an old-fashioned and slightly feudal army like the empire, anything is easy as long as you have good cigarettes, good alcohol and good connections.

Taylor smiled wryly. "Alright, I'll open a few of the best. I also have a batch of cigars from the Garden World, Gustavo Roye. We'll use them as well."

"Captains, please remember to help us more in the future..."

The old sailor looked at this scene and felt that his friendship with them for so many years was all fake.

At the same time, I also realized that being with the Regent does make you rich...

He asked through gritted teeth.

"Mr. Taylor, can I come?"

"I still have several sword-level ones under my command..."

(End of this chapter)