Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 535 Small Friction

The troops led by Guilliman and the legion led by Lion were like a hot knife through butter, quickly clearing out a large number of troops from the dark side of the empire.

Before the Chaos Fangs realized the change in the situation, most of them died under the swords of the Primarchs, the attacks of the Space Marines.

Then came the large numbers of Imperial Guardsmen who consolidated the lines and occupied the worlds, providing almost all of the ground combat power.

Venturiah, Gas Hound, Cadia, Valhalla, and the infamous Armageddon and Catachan.

All the Empire's elite troops gathered together to give those minions of Chaos a vivid and deadly lesson in the standard course of modern Imperial warfare.

This can almost be called a large-scale apocalyptic war against those damned Chaos minions who live in luxury and entrenched in the dark side of the Empire.

The Imperial Titan Legion has undoubtedly become the backbone of the force, and the cooperation between the Imperial Navy's aviation force and the knight mechas can be described as close.

The rotten machine of the Empire roared for the first time in a long time. The hundred-ton war engine was almost one of the smallest war units.

But the initial surprise was like an iron fist hitting a sponge.

Although the sponge shrank extremely quickly, after the force dissipated due to the void, the dark side of the empire immediately revealed its nature of the quagmire-like subspace navigation problem.

This is the favorite place of the gods. It is obvious that all words related to empire, mankind, emperor, light, etc. are abnormal visitors.

In the middle of the battle, strong warp storms cut through many battle zones, and the army was scattered into groups of individuals that were no longer united with each other.

It was terrible, almost sickening, but the Emperor acted immediately and successfully secured the safety of the main battle zone.

At the same time, a large number of unique star routes such as the Emperor's Holy Path opened up by the Imperial Saints became the focus of commanders' after-dinner conversations.

Those roads that came from the Emperor's power were like the roads the Emperor had planned for his own children. They spanned several important war zones and ensured the normal passage of many fleets.

The only problem is that those things have once again become a battleground, unexpectedly, or as it should be, a battleground.

The Emperor's Holy Path is not only the only road for the Imperial Army, but also the core strategic area for Chaos to block the Imperials.

Soon, the entire battle became quiet and silent, as if trapped in a suffocating gel.

The difficulties in the supply lines made the life of the imperial soldiers even more difficult.

Fortunately, just a few weeks after the Cadians left, there was a noticeable shift in the Imperial supply lines.

Not to mention the real fat and useful sugar lying in the cans, there are also gas masks or full-enclosed suits used to deal with the worst environments.

But what makes people happiest are not those things that seem to be of great importance to the battle situation, but the favorites of ordinary soldiers.

clothes.

Clothes always wear out quickly, especially on the battlefield, where water is the most precious commodity.

It can be used to dissipate heat for machines, be drunk, make tea, and clean wounds.

Let me put it this way, if this thing is clean, it is almost like a soldier's reincarnated parent.

It can be a medic, or it can let your machine gun spit out a few more hot pellets before the barrel melts.

No one doesn't love it, just like no one wants to die.

Therefore, water was one of the strategic resources that was almost impossible to use. Apart from the centralized allocation and daily quota that was barely enough for drinking, most soldiers could only rely on dirty water to wipe their clothes. However, the only thing that could not be used was their underwear.

Odors, skin diseases, excrement and sweat, secretions or dirt, everything you can imagine is on it.

Therefore, brand new underwear is more inspiring than guns and useless recruits. Just put them on and you can feel the Emperor's kindness and love.

Although this sentence sounds funny, it is true.

And now, for the first time, those things were transported to the imperial front almost intact, which was almost a miracle considering the empire's abysmal level of civilian technology.

After all, the Empire's scientific research can only be described as cost-averse and unrestrained. This great human nation can build a huge space fortress of hundreds of kilometers, and at the same time, as a joke, prepare the ability to move in subspace for it.

However, it is impossible to provide soldiers with reliable underwear, at least not requiring them to have three sets every time they go out, and the premise is that they can be resupplied later.

However, the level of the empire's textile industry is terrible, and the empire's plastic and electronic products are almost indescribable, resulting in a large number of storage units having to be carried out using iron sheets.

During several months of travel in the warp, insect bites and rat bites are inevitable.

The result was extremely high costs, a high rate of clothing loss within the empire, and an outrageous, abominable, and utterly awful bureaucracy in the supply system.

Fortunately, the situation was finally alleviated. At the same time, after learning about this, World Kamaz under Taylor shifted its industrial production capacity to the production of various containers.

Kamas appears to be a world, but in fact it is an entire star zone with a fairly complete production line, and it is the center of the star zone.

The rapid production throughout Kamas made the entire war more organized, and the empire was steadily approaching the location of the Eye of Terror.

The Damocles Fleet's mission during this period was defense, or more precisely, to resist Chaos's sneak attacks on the rear wing of the Imperial forces.

This was a barely easy task, and it was also Guilliman's reward to Taylor for solving the supply problem.

In addition, with about three green warships returning to the team, Taylor became safer because they completed their assigned tasks.

The worst of it seems to have passed, and the all-out war between Chaos and the Empire in the dark side of the Empire is in full swing.

Taylor is confident, but not particularly optimistic.

Such a contradictory mentality made Taylor's work quite difficult, and the collision of thoughts was quite uncomfortable.

Although he said this, it was actually just an excuse for him to hide in the lounge because he couldn't put down the coffee cup in his hand.

After all, this is the rear wing of the empire, no one will come here, and he is only responsible for tactical issues, and secondly he just needs to sleep.

However, there is no such thing as "foolproof" in this world. After a period of abnormal warp readings, a fleet composed of Slaanesh and Tzeentch believers appeared in the area Taylor was responsible for.

There were a lot of them, but Taylor didn't panic.

Because of what?
Because he has money!
Before those guys realized what was happening, dozens of loaded heavy nuclear bomb cannons and plasma spears whizzed away.

Under the firepower of the best Mars-class heavy artillery, those Chaos Fangs were half-crippled in an instant, and their weapons and armor were abandoned.

Taylor's answer to this is.

"Nothing but diligence and thrift."

(End of this chapter)