Warhammer: Just unified the Empire, you said it was 40K

Chapter 94: Tithe? Your ship has been requisitioned

"I accept your apology, but what you said is also correct. We are indeed new recruits."

"We also need your guidance from your extensive combat experience, Sensei."

Idamas was neither humble nor arrogant, and did not impulsively provoke the other party because of his contempt for him. Instead, he followed the fine traditions of the Gamma world, recognizing people with merits as teachers and learning from others' strengths until he could no longer learn new things, and then he became the leader in the field.

We are all adults, and in the real battlefield where adults win or lose, it is not words that determine the outcome. The strength of one's own ability is the best criterion for winning the respect of the other party.

It was a fact that their thousand Space Marines were not as experienced as the four of them.

It was also true that the four of them could probably beat the ten of them.

But they will learn from each other what they lack, they will call each other teachers, regard each other as their goals, they will quickly surpass them in learning, they will quickly grow into powerful warriors that will amaze the other party, until they surpass them, and then look for the next target.

And they have more than just themselves. They have combat mechas, soldier bee combat assistance systems, stronger alloy power armors, and more ferocious artillery. The warriors of the Human Empire have nothing to be proud of in front of them.

In their view, it is only a matter of time before they surpass these so-called human imperial warbands.

What they want to restore is the golden age when they ruled the galaxy and were the hegemons of the galaxy.

Not the time to linger in this broken world.

Zefram really didn't expect that the other party would be so neither humble nor arrogant.

If some war groups heard what they said, they might have started to sneer back, or even distanced themselves from them.

But the other party actually called him teacher.

This gave Zefram the urge to teach him everything he knew.

He had seen too many brave and capable warriors, but they always lacked humility. They always thought highly of themselves and despised the enemy, which made them keep making the same mistakes on the battlefield and never learn any lessons.

"I will teach you everything I have learned." Zefram looked at the young man with a heart full of goodwill. If he were in the White Temple, he would definitely try his best to pull this good guy into the battle group and train him to be the successor of the White Temple.

Zefram had already thought about how to teach him. They must learn the White Templar's keeping promises and must not let them learn the Blood Ravens' messy chapter culture. Because in Zefram's view, only the White Templar's chapter culture is the best culture and can hatch truly outstanding warriors.

In Zefram's eyes, the thousand Space Marines led by Idamas, plus the "Battle Mechs" that are comparable to the "Dreadnoughts", the Soldier Bee secondary auxiliary system, and if there are some orbital bombers and fighters, they can almost fight an Imperial-level annihilation war in a small Imperial graveyard.

As for how these thousand Space Marines were created?

Zefram didn't know either.

Just think of it as the emperor showing his power.

After all, the Emperor's Sword is in Sithlain's hands, so it is not impossible to give him some other manufacturing technology.

However, the other party had not received the education and training of the Fighting Brotherhood or the Monastic Church.

If we go directly to this kind of battlefield, there will inevitably be some omissions in coordination.

In addition, the degree of loyalty to each other's faith is unknown, and it is impossible to have no secrets between brothers in the group, and there is also an issue of absolute trust.
However, Idamas is a good candidate.

What a humble guy.

When they communicate.

Someone reported important news to Sislaine.

"Governor, a tithe ship has appeared on our home planet. On board are inspectors from the Ministry of Internal Affairs who want to check our taxes and verify our tax situation."

In the Empire, death and taxes are inevitable.

However, for the Far East frontier, it is basically impossible for the Empire's tax collection fleet to wander into this area. The taxes collected from the Hazy Star Field, the Storm Star Field, the Extreme Star Field, the Gothic Star Field, the Pacific Star Field, and the Solar Star Field alone are enough for the Empire's tithe tax ships to run.

In the Far Eastern Frontier, a place that even the Tyranids don't like to pass through, a ship sent by the Imperial Ministry of the Interior to collect tithes and taxes arrived.

Don't say whether you can receive it or not.

You can't take it back even if you receive it.

"A battleship training ship. This should be the battleship template sent to me by the Emperor." Sislaine listened to the report below very calmly and signed the acceptance order.

"Take it."

This is the obvious thing, just give yourself a gift.

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Zefram felt his entire brain twitching wildly.

Even Astarte's powerful brain was at a standstill for a moment.

He hadn't burned incense and praised Om Messiah for a long time. Was this causing his brain to become functionally disordered like a servoskull?

what did he say?
Accepted it?
Did he think the other party was here to give him a gift?
That's the Ministry of Internal Affairs' tithe ship. In a sense, it's better to mess with the Astartes than the Ministry of Internal Affairs' tax ships. This is an iron rule, an absolute bottom line that cannot be crossed. If you attack the Astartes, they might just come to destroy you.

If you attack the Ministry of Internal Affairs' Tithe Fleet, you are attacking the entire empire.

The ship sent by the other side may not be a tax collection ship, but a ship full of space torpedoes, virus gene bombs, or weapons dropped on your planet by the Mechanicus, Astartes, and the Emperor from a knight world or a forge world, or they may directly burn your world into glass.

"Governor?" Zefram reminded Sislaine, assuming he didn't understand the rules of the tithe. "Governor, the tithe isn't simply a tenth of the Empire's tax. It's a tax that the Imperial Ministry of the Interior calculates within any tax cycle, to collect as much material as possible from the planet without affecting subsequent collections. This includes industrial products, population, agriculture, minerals, and even psykers. Generally, the first ship to be sent is the tax inspection ship, followed by the ships that the Empire needs to dispatch after the calculations."

"Taxes are collected to reorganize resources and redistribute them to various sectors for use in the Empire's war against its enemies. Besides the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which oversees taxation, the Ministry of Justice is also required to cooperate. The Imperial Navy, the Sector Commander-in-Chief, the Inquisition, and a series of other departments are also required to cooperate in taxation. In certain circumstances, the fleet collecting taxes represents the Emperor."

Zefram means that although the taxes are heavy, they will not affect us.

Moreover, the tax collection was presided over by the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs, and was maintained by the Human High Lords Council. These were rules set by the Emperor himself, and no one could violate them. Once violated,
Zefram looked at the Emperor's Sword in Sithlaine's hand.

Um.
The emperor gave him the sword.

Collecting taxes feels like it’s being collected from the emperor.

Moreover, given the extent to which the Gamma World is favored by the Emperor.

It's like the Gamma World shouldn't be taxed, but they should pay taxes to the Gamma World.

It was simply a Second Empire.

"Clear."

Sislaine nodded and instructed his men, "Be polite to those who sent the ship. They are not outsiders. If it is really impossible, we can only send them into the synaptic condenser to contribute to the future development of mankind."

Sislain didn't have time to argue with those tax inspectors.

At this time, a tax inspector suddenly came and ran to the Far East border to inspect my taxes so smoothly. Even if the emperor didn't doubt it, I would suspect that you were secretly communicating with Chaos. Otherwise, how could you run here without encountering any enemies along the way? It was surprisingly smooth.

"Yes, Lord Governor."

After receiving orders from the governor, they can deal with those who come to inspect taxes with a clear attitude.

Once the tax inspector leaves.

What will come next are the ten-year tax fleet, the hundred-year tax fleet, and even the thousand-year tax fleet.
Of course, a thousand-year tax is an exaggeration, but fleets of ten-year and fifty-year taxes do exist.

Some planets were ordered to be executed by 110% because they were unable to pay the taxes accumulated over the past ten years. The executors might be some of the Astartes Chapters that were trying to rescue them just a moment ago.

Who knows how many years the tax revenue of this frontier area has not been recorded.

In order to avoid unnecessary hassles, Sislaine directly used the most convenient method.

As long as there are no tax inspectors, there will be no taxes.

As for whether the Imperial psychics would find out later, or if someone else would pass the news to the Empire.

It doesn't matter.

Perhaps, by that time, there will be as many Space Marines as mortal soldiers.

Pay taxes?

Do you want to try my Emperor Sword? Is it sharp?

Taxes are to be paid to useful people.

For example, the Gamma world is very short of taxes.

"Governor, I'm on a mission."

Zefram neither agrees nor disagrees with paying taxes.

Although some of the empire's tax policies are indeed inhumane.

But paying taxes is to make the empire more stable.

Although most of the tax revenue is likely to be embezzled by those behind the scenes, especially the high-ranking lords who are connected with the Ministry of Internal Affairs, who take every penny and use it like dirt, a large amount of equipment and weapons will never be delivered to the battlefield, and only a small part of so many resources will ever be sent to the front line, but a part of the tax revenue that may be collected can affect a key battle.

There is no right or wrong, only helplessness in this universe.

"So, you refuse to let us audit your taxes?"

"It's not that we don't allow you to inspect taxes," Mina's secretary explained to the Imperial Tax Inspector across from them. "It's just that you and your ship have to work, too. After all, since you're all here, it's not too much to ask for a job."

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Are we here to do a tax audit?
What do you want us to do? Work for you?

"You are a planet discovered by the Bern Dynasty. According to Imperial law, you will belong to the Bern Dynasty. Let Lord Bern and your planetary governor come to see me. You'd better be serious. I'm not kidding you."

"We're not kidding, there are some jobs that are perfect for you."

(End of this chapter)