Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 393 Another Vicious Plan
The days of dispatching troops are always full of stress and fatigue.

Taylor knew almost nothing about it, and every time when it came time to actually do it, Katie and Krieger would tell him to stay away.

At this time, he would honestly ask Miss Lightlin to get some delicious food.

To be frank, he wondered if he was relying on women for a living.

No ability? Probably not. He wasn't bragging, but after so many wars, Groxmon could fight.

Besides, he should be smarter than the lobotomized Catachan creature, even though both he and it are at the bottom of the food chain.

But compared to the intelligence and ability of those girls, Taylor frankly felt that he was just worrying about nothing most of the time.

He is not as good as Krieg in deploying troops, not as good as Katie in logistics, and not as good as Lightling in cooking. Even if we really compare them, his combat effectiveness is only in the more metaphysical aspects.

It's about the same as the elite infantry in the regiment.

Of course, this excludes the Emperor, Slaanesh, and the help of a large number of people who might be interested in their things, as well as the most complex equipment.

It wasn't a fair comparison, but Taylor always felt he was just lucky.

But when a few delicious pizzas with toppings came out of the oven, those things disappeared from Taylor's mind.

Life is like this, as long as there is something to eat, it’s not bad.

At least that's what most soldiers thought.

Most people join the Imperial Guard simply to avoid starvation or to escape their horrible hometowns and avoid becoming fuel for the Empire.

Although being the empire's cannon fodder wasn't much better, the high retirement benefits, that is, the exaggerated reward of becoming one of the lords of the pioneering planet, was still attractive.

In particular, the large number of worlds conquered by the Sun Lord Macharius expanded the empire's territory by a full circle.

Those things still require an unknown amount of manpower to digest, even though the Astra Militarum can still tirelessly provide a large number of high-quality lords.

But those retirement rewards and conscription rewards also became higher as the Great Rift opened up.

Taylor actually wanted to know what the current standard of his hometown was, and what the scenery would be like when he returned.

Just think about it, an Imperial hero came from here, maybe Skadi can become a famous recruiting world.

Oh! A must-visit spot for time travelers!

Although Taylor has realized that even if other people come into this world, they will not be very lucky.

An orc's rubbish bullet can make most people go to hell, not to mention telling others the knowledge in his head.

The Inquisition will take care of those matters.

Now that he thought about it, the Imperial Guard was really a good place. At least its strict training left Taylor no time to think about anything else if he dared to try to use his "intelligence" to do something.

It was probably a question whether it was the Ministry of Justice, a cult, a Genestealer sect, or the Inquisition that came knocking on the door the next day.

Now Taylor had to be thankful that he was sitting here eating pizza made from canned ingredients and was not being treated by the court.

Now he ate a few slices of food covered in cheese and tomato sauce, and savored the aroma of the strange spice that resembled basil leaves.

Taylor said. "Can this thing get to the front?"

"I think the siege will eventually make Abaddon's soldiers hungry, and the thing that breaks the camel's back will be a hint of fragrance."

"I want to push the field kitchen far forward so that the greenskins in the trenches can have a bite of delicious food."

"By then, no matter how strong the will of those cultists is, the starch blocks in their hands will probably not taste good anymore."

"A few grilled meats, pizza, and more spices, I suppose."

"When the time comes, we'll set it up at Abaddon's doorstep and fan the flames. It'd be best if we could have four meals a day to keep morale high and keep everyone full." Lightlin couldn't help laughing, and she almost knocked over the baking tray.

Although theoretically she is a sniper and part-time battlefield food researcher, half of the meals within the Skadi Regiment that are envied by Space Marines come from her hands.

But she was also a real war veteran, so she knew exactly how ridiculous that statement was.

"The kitchen staff is getting angry? Do you think Abaddon is just here to eat and do nothing?"

She adjusted the scattered ingredients on the baking tray. After all, if the position was not adjusted properly, the baked food would not only look ugly, but also be heated unevenly.

She said it with a hint of shyness and anger, almost questioningly.

Taylor replied, "There's the Eldar, right? From what I understand, they could completely destroy the city's defenses in just three days."

"Of course, I don't want to engage in some ridiculous siege battle with them, making my brothers use ladders and waste ammunition."

"Defending the city is all about morale. When Abaddon's soldiers start running away, it's over."

The girl, Leitlin, said with a hint of jealousy, "Do you trust that Eldar so much?"

Taylor said, "Of course not. We're prepared for both scenarios. If the Eldar don't work, we can go to the Ancient Base. We've already borrowed two orbital transport ships, and we'll just pull them over when the time comes."

"As the saying goes, 'Fire the cannon and blast it away! How can we find brave warriors to attack all directions?'"

"It's just that war is always a gamble. The more carefully you hide your cards, the more chips you have, and the greater your chances of winning."

"If the presence of the Eldar can allow us to score at a low cost, there is no need to send Calgar and Leo Ku into the game."

The Lightling girl teased. "So, does my war genius need a treat?"

Taylor said frankly, "Beans with starch cubes and a can of meat. I need to get used to the taste of the battlefield."

"By then, we will most likely need to launch an assault, because Abaddon will definitely come down."

"That old man has always been straightforward. If he hadn't joined Chaos, I think we would have plenty to talk about."

Taylor sighed. "Emperor be damned! If Abaddon were merely Captain of the Luna Wolves, he wouldn't be so ridiculous."

"He's a warrior, a flawed warrior is still a warrior."

"Excreta, even perfect excreta, is still just excreta."

Taylor said a little excitedly. "Perhaps Abaddon will be defeated this time."

"An Eldar Archon, a Space Marine Chapter Master, and an army of Greenskin Bosses."

"Even if the Black Legion has sufficient combat power, I am confident that I can win."

"Next, it all depends on how the Emperor and the Four Gods roll the dice."

“It’s really disturbing.”

When Taylor reached this point, he felt that the time was about up, so he turned on the radio.

"Load the carts with food and fill up all the transport planes. Load them with food and ammunition when we go out, and load them with refugees and the Mechanicus when we come back."

"Let's get going as soon as we're ready!"

He picked up the hot can of food that the Lightling girl had brought, looked at the transport plane gradually descending outside the door, and said dissatisfiedly while chewing the rotten meat inside.

"This meat is inferior, could it be Genestealers?"

The texture of the meat didn't look normal, and Taylor was quite skeptical. Why did the cross section look so familiar?
After saying that, he took a bite. "It's quite fatty. It seems that Genestealers are not inedible..."

(End of this chapter)