Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 464 On Protracted War
The gray world of Krieg is almost suffocating, with thick radioactive smoke and coldness. The dim light of the stars carries those things and nightmares, turning this place into a famous death world.

After reuniting with the 64th Cavalry Regiment of Krieg, Taylor was invited into the command room of the Krieg world.

Unlike the complex or grand building Taylor imagined, it is frankly difficult to describe this place as worthy of being called a "command room."

A buried passage, an old and difficult-to-use place, half-covered passages and multi-layered isolation chambers, rust and death form its best cover.

But even for Taylor, who was born in a narrow hive, this place where the Krieg lived was still so suffocating.

The soldiers walked in an orderly manner in a corridor less than 3 meters wide, which was the level of the main road.

There is no aroma of food, no proper dining hall or bedroom, and people lie in coffins like storage tanks, crammed together.

Frankly speaking, after Taylor saw that the Krieg Cavalry Regiment fed their war horses with meat, he realized for the first time what it meant that humans were inferior to horses.

At least the genetically modified beasts had their own stables, while the Krieg's beds were worse than those of the vampires.

However, the most amazing thing is the body shape of the Krieg people. They are divided according to their military branches. Each person has the optimal body shape, and they use several standards to gain and lose weight.

In other words, at first glance, the soldiers here seem to be of similar height, weight, and build, and their only responsibility is to kill aliens and heretics.

The Krieg people always put themselves in loyalty and put their own desires at the lowest position. This almost pathological loyalty and style has become the most powerful weapon of the Krieg Death Corps.

Frankly speaking, Taylor wanted to pay tribute to every Krieg warrior, and he felt the same way, but those people did not need his respect.

For ordinary people, this may be a shot in the arm, but for the Krieg people, the so-called encouragement is meaningless.

Born to fight, fight to the death, born to atone for sins, and keep loyalty.

This is the Krieg, the Empire's Death Legion, armed with loyalty and thunder, pulling the trigger with life and death.

In comparison, those scum under Taylor's command are so ridiculous. As long as Taylor, the powerful commander, disappears, those guys will immediately become scattered heroes, or leave the empire, or go their separate ways.

They are certainly loyal beyond words, but they each have their own ideas and are capable of fulfilling what they believe to be loyalty.

When Taylor left, their biggest obstacle was the Empire, and soon those capable brothers who had witnessed the corruption and incompetence of the Empire under Taylor would become radicalized.

This is also why most conservatives in the empire view Taylor as a time bomb.

If it weren't for his remarkable military achievements, the awakening of the Primarch and the opening of the Great Rift, people like Taylor would definitely be the priority targets for elimination within the Empire.

Now most of the greenskins were left outside, and as a guest of the Krieg, Taylor also walked into the command room.

Frankly speaking, the Kriegers here look just like ordinary soldiers, except for the badges that have just been affixed to the officers' chests.

This is not what is called equality, but it means that the Krieg officer here is dead.

These guys are new recruits who were given orders in times of crisis, or rather, all the Krieg officers here were promoted due to the death of their superiors.

However, contrary to most people's stereotypes, Krieg's officers are not stupid, nor are they fearless. On the contrary, Krieg people are very clear that the so-called experience and war sense need time to cultivate.

In other words, the officers are gone, which means that the army has reached its limit.

When Taylor and Ms. Krieger entered, the officers began to salute their superiors. This was not because they knew the visitor's military achievements, but because the highest-ranking officer here was a major.

In other words, it's all dead.

Taylor could see the scratches on the wall, so dense and deep that they were almost visible at a glance.

He said without hesitation, "Licat, or Axeworm."

"The Imperials haven't yet found an accurate way to call them, but generally speaking, they are the embodiment of humanity's nightmares."

Taylor said to the major. "You were able to dodge those things, it was truly the Emperor's blessing."

The Krieg officer simply nodded slightly, then turned sideways and continued with his work, as if the nightmare Taylor was talking about had nothing to do with him.

Taylor couldn't help but sigh that those stupid bugs actually used fear tactics against Krieg. After all, those guys had no concept of death.

The Krieg are not standard humans, they are like a screw, a gear or some other standard industrial product.

Life is full of suffering. We are born to fight and will fight until we die.

Such headlines were plastered all over the Krieg settlements with bigotry.

However, this cannot change the current bleak situation of the war, mainly because the Kriegs were caught off guard by the axeworms' thrusts. They lost their most important home advantage and also lost the way to quickly resolve the swarm.

If flamethrowers and scouts ignore anything out of the ordinary before they spread like a plague, the world will be vulnerable.

But even so, Taylor had to admit that the number of Kriegers here was still huge. Just by taking a quick look at the name, he could see that the Krieger suffix here had six digits in Arabic numerals.

These weren't some rubbish Governor-General's printed faith points; a hundred thousand of them were barely enough to buy a decently drivable hovercar.

Instead, there were more than 100,000 imperial warriors who were ready to go, had learned all the skills of war, would fight to the death and had no fear.

Each of them is worth a fortune.

So Taylor has the confidence to resolve this matter.

He immediately walked to the core area of the command room, looked at the clean and orderly documents, and read through the core information almost immediately.

The Krieg officers here are all very efficient and absolutely loyal. They are as smooth and easy to use as butter, and all complex instructions will be carried out quickly.

And Taylor is like a perfect high-end CPU, like a war commander that belongs to them alone.

When the entire front began to function based on his thoughts, things were bound to be different.

However, when some confused soldiers asked their boss what he was up to this time, Taylor just gave a mysterious answer.

"That's what Krieg is best at, namely, a protracted war..."

(End of this chapter)