Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 465 The Fearless Man
When it comes to endurance and consumption, it is no exaggeration to say that the Krieg people are the best in the entire universe.

At least before the Zerg appeared in the galaxy, the Krieg's perseverance and reliability were like an iron nail, earning them the title of the best defender besides the Imperial Fists.

The weight of this title is quite significant. After all, there are dozens, if not hundreds, of Imperial Guard legions in the galaxy that excel at defense.

After all, defense is the most basic tactic for the Imperial Guard, and the birth and existence of the Imperial Guard is also to protect the vast and vast territory of the empire.

If they were not experts, then there would probably be no so-called experts in the entire empire, but this is only limited to the vast scope of the empire or the galaxy.

Obviously, those bugs were not within the so-called "controllable range", and the Krieg people had never dealt with such greedy and terrifying things.

Those swarms are also masters of protracted warfare. They have no morale and do not require much supplies.

They may be more extreme about this than the Krieg. After all, the Zerg has no so-called individual will, while the Krieg are not completely without morale.

At least in the vast history of the empire over ten thousand years, people have recorded several collapses of the Krieg people.

But invariably they were apocalyptic wars, hellish events that determined the existence or destruction of several worlds, and they were also characterized by the high pressure of incompetent commanders or the enemy's full knowledge of the Krieg.

But Taylor's choice of a protracted war was not a snap decision. If the Zerg wants to maintain a huge war system, it must have a large amount of biomass. The Zerg here are actually doing a loss-making business.

As long as they hold on long enough, those bugs will definitely not be able to survive in the food-scarce death world of Krieg.

This speed will not be too slow. After all, eating less and fasting are two different situations.

The bugs certainly couldn't help it.

Thinking of this, Taylor now looked at the strategic map, and his idea was to catch the enemy off guard. This idea was very strange, for example, catching the enemy off guard in a "protracted war" or "positional war"?
There is actually nothing contradictory about this; war is just that ever-changing.

However, the cause of this incident is that Krieg has lost its commander-in-chief, and the entire army is like a slow boxer.

He was hit hard on the jaw by the opponent, and his head swayed like jelly inside the solid skull, like pudding.

At this moment, even if his muscle tissue was still healthy and his body still had the explosive power to kill his opponent with one punch, he could not punch quickly, nor could he find an opportunity to deliver a heavy punch.

In other words, Taylor needs to get used to this force, and the lower levels need time to adjust their tactics.

As the saying goes, speed is of the essence in war, and Taylor needs this depth now.

He quickly adjusted his strategic deployment, even using the many honors given to him by the Regent and the document stating that he would serve forever.

The Kriegs gathered together the three cavalry regiments that were still able to move. Those cavalry regiments had suffered heavy losses and could only be considered fully staffed after being pieced together.

Those modified horses from Krieg's genetic technology are powerful and tenacious, and Krieg cavalry are among the best in human civilization.

Just like the Winged Hussars returning to the battlefield, those guys will be like the tip of a spear, piercing the enemy's chest in this war.

Taylor even jokingly thought that although it was quite unsportsmanlike to suddenly use weapons in a boxing match...

But this was war, and he wasn't so foolish as to forget that.

He grinned and ordered the greenskins to get all the usable things ready. Fortunately, those ugly aliens were always very efficient.

The Kriegs reluctantly believed the greenskins because of Guilliman's assurances. Of course, they were not without complaints, but the Kriegs were even more loyal than Taylor had imagined. This loyalty could almost be considered blind loyalty, but this stupidity was only directed at the Emperor and his descendants, only at the Empire.

For the Krieg, loyalty and death are the rewards.

Finally, Taylor prepared for a quick and effective war mobilization, but Krieg's morale was almost immune to that.

Those lovable and ruthless men of war have taken up anti-armor lances that can kill war monsters, and lances with heavy explosives, just like those used by the ancient knights.

Once the pointed melta is fired, it sticks to the enemy's armor and unleashes a dramatic explosion of explosives onto them.

As long as the stab is placed accurately, the Krieg can use this method to quickly paralyze a Land Raider.

This is a feat that is almost impossible for mortals to achieve. To defeat a huge pillager tank with a mortal body is almost like dancing on the faces of those damn Imperial Space Marine traitors.

Every time he thought of this, Taylor couldn't help laughing. After all, he had seen the stupid and arrogant appearance of those traitors too many times.

After all, only the arrogant and the ignorant would betray the Imperium, and only the foolish and the short-sighted would be disloyal to the Emperor.

Having said that, Taylor asked the greenskins on the surface wearing poor quality protective clothing to fire.

Those greenskins have enviable resistance to the hostile environment.

They are like green cockroaches in the universe, and some of them have even begun to absorb radiation as nutrition, or perhaps a lot of radiation in the universe was originally part of the consideration of the ancient saints.

They were almost full of life and energy on the world of Krieg, after all, there were traces of wars spanning hundreds of years on it.

Countless metals, countless artillery fire, and countless projectiles were simply a huge treasure trove of war materials for them.

And for the hell of it, there are endless bugs in this place. Apparently, for the greenskins, this is the perfect war-themed playground.

Their mouths were almost crooked from laughing.

And those junk cannons are the most cost-effective war cannons in the world.

At the same time, Taylor also used the anti-swarm virus from Fabius Bayer on the artillery shells.

Those fast and effective things can disinfect the insect swarms, make most of the insects unable to move, and make the giant node insects vulnerable and powerless.

There is actually only one such opportunity. After all, the toxin cannot kill all the insects in an instant. If the insect swarm's hatching pool cannot be cleared, the next batch of insects immune to the toxin will soon crawl out.

It wouldn't matter if Fabius himself were here, but unfortunately this is not the case.

As heavy artillery fire began to roar and the hooves of Krieg's warhorses began to trample the damaged ancient earth, the smoke of war had already begun.

Taylor looked at the strategic map and made a fairly prudent judgment on this sure-win war.

"You can win even if you lie down."

(End of this chapter)