Chapter 222 Imperial Tradition
This period of history may still be small for the entire expedition, but for Colonel Lane, the hero of the Imperial Partoria Guard, it is definitely a highlight in his war history.
In the Astra Militarum camp, the colonel took out many things that were secretly hidden inside the Udon Fortress. A large number of things. This seizure of loot made him couldn't help but be happy. In the underground area, in addition to many Lemanus that had not yet been activated, , Chimera, and even an Emperor's Baneblade, possibly as a base for a second vehicle similar to that disgusting mutant, now they all belong to the Empire.
But the most shocking thing is probably the large amount of food hidden in it. Those things are enough to drive the 60 million-strong Imperial Guard to burn for several months, which is a real congestion for the tight supplies.
But before the Imperial Guard could raise the fire to reward the soldiers, what followed was not good news, but dense and complicated documents from the Ministry of the Interior, the State Church, and the Inquisition, demanding that the 11th tax be re-liquidated, that heretical materials be seized, and that the empire be taken away Capture of the rebels by the Guards.
They simply want to eat up all the spoils here, and those who commit fraud will be labeled as traitors by those powerful imperial departments. Regarding this situation, the Master Chief of Destruction Falcon is also angry. He and the mortals are going through life and death. , although Space Marines do not need those things, they can still feel emotionally aggrieved.
But the Empire has always been like this, useless externally and arrogant internally. The number of Imperial Guards and Astartes who were forced away was overwhelming, not to mention the seals on the documents and seals clearly written in black and white with the seal of the Council of High Lords of Terra.
Colonel Lane was stunned for a moment. He thought that after the war was won, how to distribute the spoils should be judged according to the war situation. The supply of materials here would allow the Imperial Guard to make the expedition more effective with half the effort, protect the soldiers from hunger, and allow the projectiles to be launched. But now he was asked to pull Entering the already rich and oily treasury of the state religion, or being reassigned by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, or being in the hands of the Imperial Guard who knows when.
The requirements of the Tribunal can be considered reasonable, but there are many important officials and nobles in this world who have close contacts with the Governor. He knows very well that if the Tribunal comes, the world will directly lose productivity in a short time...
Ryan looked at the Star Language letter with a wry smile, and the complicated High Gothic vellum that came with it from the sector-level Ecclesiastical Bishop World, the Inquisition, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and felt a lot colder in his heart.
They were the emperor's will, and the materials collected by the traitors were also the emperor's currency. Although Colonel Lane wanted to throw the kraft paper into the incinerator, he still bitterly ordered the soldiers to pack and transport those things into the starport, and prepare Reply to agencies.
The Master Chief suddenly held down his arm. "Don't move, just write to the Sun Lord. Don't those maggots rely on the High Lords Council? The Sun Lord is also expected to be the permanent resident of the three outer seats, as well as the admiral and the army commander. The Astra Militarum has the same will. Secure one of the 12 seats in the High Lords Council ”
There were sighs, envy, and even envy in the words. The 12 seats of the High Lords Council include countless core departments of the empire, but there are no Astartes. This is why the betrayed Space Marines are mostly related to the High Lords, and they have no one to look after them...
But Colonel Lane still hesitated. Under the promethium gray light, he looked up at the giant's determined face and read out. "This is the Inquisition, the State Religion, the Ministry of Internal Affairs..."
The Master Chief said. "Don't underestimate your own power, Ryan."
The colonel touched the double-headed eagle emblem on his chest...put down the pen and instead used the data tablet to send the matter to the Sun Lord.
During the activities of the void battleship, the good news reached Weiner as expected, passing through several battleships and civilian ships. The very important things were mixed with countless other business information or family letters sleeping in the database of the spaceship, and they did not even go through the empire. Intelligence network within the Guard.
In the golden wheat field, the Sun Lord, wearing a rare brown full protective suit, was inspecting the conditions of the crops during this period, but he could not understand, especially in front of those crops that have been severely genetically modified and have extremely high productivity in this cosmic era. .
The ears of wheat produced by those weird crops that are as tall as a person are like densely packed ping pong balls. They are much larger than the things he has seen on Terra. The hard shell even requires industrial-grade equipment to make them. Starch becomes the solid gasoline that drives human activities on the battlefield.
His previous knowledge has become useless, but even so, he will still come here to see and even learn how to ensure the stability and abundance of food supply, because this is almost a worry buried in his bones.
When he trudged through the rich sea of crops and drove his jeep back to the civilized city, he saw from the edge of the world marked by the sun and moon that the agricultural world called Weiner had been reborn.
Walking through a constant-temperature area where the sun and moon alternate, the wheels of the road here are constantly moving, heavy trucks and machines are constantly transporting food, and people who see him on the road circle around and salute him.
And countless void engines help those creatures across the entire star port in the star port, linking the huge trade exchanges between the entire world and the Gundwa sub-sector, and are also a real and sufficient source of supplies for the Imperial Guard.
Methodical planting plans and regular harvests, as well as the extremely low level of stupidity of turning public materials into your own, are now almost eliminated.
Now the crop yield of this agricultural world has reached the limit of this world. The real limit can even be traced back to the time when this world was founded. The data is not that beautiful.
Countless people sung the praises of the Sun Lords for their people-oriented attitude towards using capable people regardless of the past, and refused to let the Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy take away the capable people who had previously turned into heretics.
But Alan Bayer also knew what was going on behind the scenes. He looked at the scene where the moon and the sun appeared at the same time. He subconsciously wiped his cheeks because of the high temperature of this world facing the star, but found that the thick protective clothing was hindering him.
He sighed again and complained in his heart about the empire's garbage-like civilian equipment. He also thought that this protective suit was only worn by nobles during inspections. It was a piece of precision equipment selected from a million. Ordinary workers could only wear gas masks and let the rotten air torture them. Skin, basically most civilians in this world have skin diseases, just more or less.
At the same time, he also knew that those who had betrayed were just fagots, and no matter how capable those maggots were, they could not be reused. He also knew that his refusal to interfere with the Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy was tantamount to angering the two largest institutions in the empire. , when the expedition is over, he will inevitably have to deal with those people, but he has already offended the high lord, so he has too many fleas to stop itching.
But they have to find a way to solve their problems. They wallow in the huge cesspit of the empire, and they get a lot of excrement from having never eaten. Mostly because they are sticky.
Clean yourself up, or...learn to use those things and turn them into fertilizer.
He was thinking a lot, took off the damn protective clothing again, and asked. "Staff officer, have the airborne high-level officials from Gundeva arrived?" After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator and looked out the window at the huge machines waving their arms all the time and the toxic fertilizer air that was so rich that it was suffocating.
The scenery here cannot be said to be beautiful, but the terrifying scenery of wheat and giant machines in the entire plain stretches for the entire length of the equator. People have to sigh, in the face of the power of the empire, how little one person, one individual, can do. Small.
It is not difficult for him to understand why those in high positions lose themselves. No matter how strong and smart they were before, they will be confused and obsessed when faced with the power of enslaving hundreds or hundreds of billions of people.
The staff officer said to the co-pilot, looking at the data tablet in his hand and the light flashing on the heavy thing. "Not yet, they still have two Terra days, but there is good news."
"Minatilia has taken it."
"But the Ecclesiarchy, the Inquisition, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs demand that...the spoils of war be reckoned."
Alan Bair is not too surprised. After all, about one-third of the Imperial Guard Expeditionary Force has been gathered, and there are also Space Marines to help. It is a sure thing, and the fatter the prey after the hunt is, the more susceptible it is to decay. Attract flies.
"Then change the itinerary. Let's go to that forging world and put down everything we have."
said the staff officer. "But in this world, there are still many people who only surrender superficially."
Alan Bayer nodded. The highest efficiency and the planet's maximum production capacity are just about squeezing labor and managing one's own claws. When he, the supreme commander of the Astra Militarum, leaves, those things will soon be revealed.
He had no choice. They were forced out of the country. It was nonsense to expect them to be loyal to the empire. If the empire was so powerful, they would not betray them.
"Just leave one Imperial Guard and find a little-known regiment. The one from Ronhodro is good. There is no strength here to rebel again. The remaining Imperial Guard has only one mission. They are required to come. Make sure that our people from Gondwa can reach high positions, understand.”
After Alan Bayer finished speaking, he accelerated the speed of the car in his hand. No matter how he calculated it, it was just a delaying tactic. At least he only hoped that after he left, the world could retain 70% of its previous productivity.
Even this is a good prediction, but compared with the resources collected from the traitors, the losses that will be borne sooner or later are not worth mentioning.
In just one day, under the roar of transport planes, countless Imperial Guards were evacuating in front of the star port. This good news spread throughout the world. The nobles celebrated, the workers breathed a sigh of relief, and the long overtime and the fear of the Sun Lord finally dissipated. This This is also the reason why Alan Bair wanted to leave. He became an excuse for those people to oppress the citizens of the empire.
They have instilled in the citizens the idea that if they do not work well, they will be arrested by the Inquisition, but in fact, they will be arrested if it is not the Sun Lord. Ironically, the citizens think exactly the opposite.
Alan Bair does not blame them. On the contrary, he thinks this is good. The Astra Militarum is not a legion that exists for the citizens of the Empire. It is not a bad thing to put distance between the Astra Militarum and institutions like the Inquisition.
In addition to places like complete fortress worlds, war worlds, and death worlds, most people are also afraid of the Astra Militarum. This is the reality.
They are not heroes of justice, not even liberators, they are just a currency of sacrifice for the continuation of the human race.
Led by the flagship Bordeaux, the warships in the entire void began to jump to the forge world. At the same time, Alan Bair asked Commander Qi Fan, who had completed the task of conquering the hive city, to return to the forge world.
This time, after traveling in the void for about half a standard Terran month, the Sun Lord was welcomed and pilgrimed by countless people and set foot in this legendary forging world. At this moment, the place has become no longer so rich, with the losses of the war and the governor's death. The downfall caused countless nobles to leave with their wealth, and those traitorous nobles became pirates or other things.
All the property left by the founding governor needed to be seized and calculated, causing the people's livelihood here to plummet. At the same time, there were also difficulties in supplying the Imperial Guard.
Alan Bair, who was walking down the starport, was surprised to see the listlessness of the Partoria soldiers, and fell to the ground with Colonel Lane's expression as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.
He jumped down from the transport plane in mid-air and patted the dust on his body. Many soldiers who had never seen him marveled at how such a vulgar guy could be in the Sun Lord team, and were curious about the man who was said to have pacified the entire star region. , where is Superman who drove away the Red Pirates.
They only saw a hot-tempered veteran wearing a green helmet. He was not even very old, and he had a scythe on his waist. However, the Sun Lord in the minds of most people in the empire was wearing a golden armor, holding a power saber, and waving rebuke. Fang Qiu’s great power.
If it weren't for the proximity of Colonel Lane and the Master Chief of the Doom Falcon, followed by the famous Catachan soldiers, most people might not realize that this young man was the hero who launched this expedition.
In other words, Alan Bair may not recognize the position of Sun Lord. For him, this is just a prop forced on him by the high lord to let those old people step down, rather than truly recognizing him as a star. The supreme commander of the border army.
This is just like the Heavenly Court can't control Sun Wukong, so it gave him Bima Wen and the Monkey King. But he is great not because he is the Monkey King, but because he is Sun Wukong.
Alan Bair patted Ryan's upper body. The young man had done a good job and once again expressed his gratitude to the Space Marines. He said next. "I will write an application with Commander Qifan, Chief of Staff Kane, Captain Bordeleau, and the Admiral to ask those maggots to do their best."
"Secondly, don't embarrass those people. Prepare 30% of the supplies and distribute 10% dividends to those departments respectively, and privately express that the benefits will be distributed in the future."
Colonel Lane looked a little strange. "Are we... building a relationship?"
Alan Bair shook his head. "They are the ones who have a relationship with us."
At this moment, the Imperial Navy's troops were docked at the star port. The giant object, which was still glowing with purple light after the subspace journey, covered the sky of this world, making Colonel Lane realize the Empire for the first time. The power of the Guards...(End of this chapter)