Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 533 Grapes, Battlefield, Regent

An invitation to find Taylor and enter Macragge's Glory, this thing can be considered heavy and happy.

After all, although Mr. Guilliman was sometimes unreasonable, the Primarch still had a clear sense of distinction and was clear about rewards and punishments.

When things are good, it makes Taylor's life more comfortable, but when things are bad, it is terrible.

When he stepped into the Glory of Macragge again, he no longer felt the same excitement or surge of emotion as at the beginning.

Because he was almost the person who was recruited into the Glory of Macragge the most times in the entire century. In addition to the basic staff work, or becoming Guilliman's think tank, he also had many jobs from the military.

In other words, this is equivalent to a mobile office building for your immediate superior, and serves as a life creed for those who don't want to work, don't want to fight, and don't want to work.

Taylor could feel a suffocating sensation as if his throat was being strangled when he entered here.

This place was his nightmare, but even so, even so, it was the glory of Macragge.

It is also the throne of the Primarch, a rare Glorious Queen-class battleship, and the largest existing war fortress in the Empire.

But looking at this thing from the outside, its twenty-kilometer length is indeed a bit mind-numbing. Against the backdrop of the endless void, even the Glory of Macragge would look small and ridiculous.

However, its size of twenty kilometers is worthless in the face of the almost infinite universe, especially after seeing the warships of the Necromancer and the Eldar.

Those high-ranking races have almost abandoned their huge warships and turned to living in areas such as the webway or pocket space.

They almost unanimously abandoned the real universe and gave up using countless resources to build war fortresses. In comparison, the materials consumed by Guilliman's fortress plan were simply astronomical.

Of course, humans have not yet reached that point. It would be more accurate to say that they were kicked back by Horus at the last moment.

Oh, invincible, mighty, Warmaster of Chaos!

At least when I think about it now, this incident is enough to raise the blood pressure of many people.

But generally speaking, this is what the empire is like today.

Taylor felt that the Glorious Queen class was becoming more and more embarrassing when he thought of this. This thing was just a sad legacy of the last century, not the so-called imperial honor.

With such an awkward feeling, Taylor walked to Guilliman's office. The giant was now sitting at his desk, picking up dried fruits on the plate with his index finger and thumb.

To be exact, they are raisins.

The Regent would definitely like grapes, but this was the first time Taylor had seen raisins, to be exact.

For a moment, it felt like watching a funny cartoon, because the tiny body of the raisin and the huge size of the original body were in a hilarious contrast.

Taylor said uneasily. "Your Majesty, where is your maid?"

Guilliman lowered his head and slowly raised it, his eyes looking numb and tired, as if he had encountered something terrible.

He was slightly sleepy, which was highly abnormal. Primarchs could go weeks without sleep, their left and right brains working alternately. Only half of them was needed to surpass most great men.

Obviously, it is definitely a bad thing that such a being can be reduced to such a state.

Taylor actually wanted to rush out, but even if Guilliman was slow and tired, it would probably not be difficult to capture him.

The palm was extremely thick and big, and it could even pick up raisins accurately.

Taylor didn't think he could get away, and of course he looked unhappy.

Guilliman replied with a wry smile. "It seems you're already scared. Every time I come to you, it's always troublesome," Taylor said. "Tell me, which world has been occupied this time? What tactical core do we need? Or which bastard is hindering the Empire's progress?"

Guilliman replied with a wry smile. "Grapes."

"Grapes?" Taylor was a little confused. Guilliman didn't need to eat, and even if he couldn't eat grapes, he wouldn't become like this.

Could it be that the Primarch is driven by fruit?
Taylor looked at Guilliman in disbelief.

The Primarch had an ability to read people's emotions almost to the point of telepathy, and he quickly realized that there was a serious misunderstanding in Taylor's eyes.

He answered immediately. "No, no, it's a supply line problem."

This statement is actually not surprising. After all, Napoleon once said that the army marches on its stomach.

The core of all wars from ancient times to the present is to find ways to get resources from one end to the other, which is what is called logistics.

It is necessary to transport countless supplies across an unknown distance to the thing that is firing, both people and weapons and equipment.

Those guys are like terrible monsters that swallow money and manpower, tirelessly eating up those precious things.

For the Emperor, transportation is a lucrative and difficult task. The huge transportation routes need to pass through many places while keeping the losses as low as possible.

However, the attitude of many officials in the empire can be described as plucking feathers from a passing goose. Obviously, every precious and rare good thing will become scarce and infertile.

The imperial bureaucracy had a tireless, even somewhat foolish or even ignorant preference for this.

It's totally hopeless!

Taylor had actually guessed what was going on, which was that the supply line was too long, resulting in too much interest involved.

As the saying goes, the livelihood of millions of Cao workers depends on it. This war involves too many things. It is not only a major artery to mobilize the internal resources of the empire, but also a good way to open up a new way out.

The circulation brought by a large amount of materials can bring fresh blood to the almost barren world. At the same time, a large number of resource orders can stimulate the industrial and resource demands of developed areas such as Macragge.

It's like a shot in the arm.

But Taylor couldn't help but ask, "Isn't the Logistics Department directly in charge?"

Guilliman replied helplessly. "The logistics department lacks sufficient capabilities. Of course, this is not because they are not large enough or efficient enough, but because the supply route spans two star regions."

"This is more exaggerated than many attacks from the Great Crusade era. Humanity has so little experience with this that such a problem has arisen."

Taylor replied. "Even a Primarch cannot manipulate people's hearts. What relationship does the Emperor's Children, who are so high and mighty, have with a Planetary Governor?"

"There are too many greedy people, and they are eating away the empire like termites."

Taylor said now. "I recommend forming an inspection team to address this issue."

"Sufficient mobility, manpower, abundant martial virtue, and absolute loyalty."

"I have someone."

Guilliman asked. "Who is it?"

Taylor replied with a grin. "The Cadians. New Cadians, to be exact!"

(End of this chapter)