Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Qianxian stood behind her, combing the last few strands of silver hair.

The keeper bent down to clean her right hand nails.

The scene in the mirror was so absurd it bordered on blasphemy.

If the other Eldar of Saim-Han were to witness this scene, they would probably faint on the spot.

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Chapter 226 The Dark Side of the Empire: Besides me, are there other people collecting taxes?

On the other side of the Royal Court, Lawson had already accessed the network route data provided by Saim-Han.

A network structure diagram covering the dark side of the Empire was displayed on the holographic projection, with the entrance coordinates, stability rating, seasonal opening and closing patterns, and traces of modification by the Dark Eldar all marked on the diagram.

Lawson chose the most stable branch of the network closest to Agrippina and sent a team of foundational units carrying measuring equipment in.

He only wanted to test one thing: the carrying capacity of these networks.

If the carrying capacity is sufficient, he can use the network channel as the main transportation and delivery channel, and the static force field as a supplement.

Two transmission systems operate in parallel.

When the network carrier test reached the third set of data, the swarm intelligence sent a high-priority message.

Requesting support.

Source: Combat suicide soldier of the 3rd Assault Company of the Accompanying Weeping Warriors, number A471.

Commander Kyle Varus, 3rd Assault Company, Crybaby Chapter.

He remembered that this unit had performed quite well during the defense of Agrippina.

Dante had already ordered the rebuilding of the Lamenters Chapter and replenished Kael's ranks, but no one expected that this tough guy would lead his remaining troops back into battle so quickly.

Lawson flipped through the logbook of A471.

Kyle Varus almost never calls for combat support.

The log mainly records routine supplies, such as ammunition, medical supplies, and power armor parts.

Thanks to Lawson's stasis field supply network, the Third Company has always had a sufficient supply of ammunition at the front.

This is the first time we have requested manpower support.

Moreover, the reason for the request was not the enemy.

They are the empire's own people.

……

Warheim-IX.

The Dark Side of the Empire, the Edge of the Galaxy.

A world of six billion people living in a nest city.

The sky was industrial gray, and three giant nests stood on the reddish-brown wasteland.

There is war on this planet.

Two months ago, the Orcish WAAAGH fleet stormed in from the edge of the galaxy, and the vanguard established a base in the wasteland of the southern hemisphere.

The number of Greenskins is not the largest, at about 30 million, but the Orcs multiply very quickly. Every day that is delayed, another Greenskin camp will appear on the wasteland.

The Third Assault Company of the Lamenters Chapter arrived in Walhem-IX three weeks ago to fight alongside the local Astral Army.

The battle line was drawn 30 kilometers outside the second capital city in the Southern Hemisphere.

The orc chariots charge two to three times a day.

Each charge was accompanied by tens of thousands of green-skinned soldiers and hundreds of tanks welded from scrap iron.

The Asgardian Army's trench defenses were repeatedly crushed, repaired, and crushed again.

The high tank loss rate caused the logistics officer to lose sleep every night.

The front line was held.

The core reason is ammunition.

The first thing Kyle Varus did upon arrival was to activate Agrippina's ammunition supply line through his 471st platoon of combat suicide soldiers.

As long as there are suicide nodes present, ammunition and basic supplies can be instantly transported to the front lines through the armory space.

The Astronauts consume a huge amount of ammunition.

The rate of consumption was simply unsustainable for Walhem-IX's local military production capacity; the planet's ammunition depots were already depleted before the arrival of the Third Company.

Agrippina's supplies changed everything.

Tank shells, laser energy packs, mortar shells, molten metal bombs, anti-tank missiles—they have it all. The standard parts are of two grades higher quality than those produced locally by the Warheim-IX.

With ample ammunition, the Astragalus Army doubled its firepower density.

The trench defenses went from barely holding on to "scoring out a high exchange rate".

Orc chariots were reduced to pieces by concentrated fire when they reached within 500 meters of the defensive line, while greenskin infantry were shredded into mincemeat by crossfire when they reached within 200 meters.

Kyle Varus and the Space Marines of the Third Company were in charge of the mobile counterattack.

Wherever the defenses were breached, the figure in yellow power armor would appear, using explosives and chainsaw swords to cut back the orcs that charged in.

After three weeks, the orcs' offensive was contained.

The battle lines have stabilized, and the exchange ratio has shifted from one to three to an acceptable level.

The morale of the Star Guardians is high.

The soldiers began to believe they could defend the planet.

Then the transport plane arrived.

Kyle Varus stood on the lookout tower of the forward command post, watching the transport planes landing in the distance.

Twelve Imperial transport planes descended from the rails, leaving long trails of flame as they landed at the military landing site in the Second Nest City.

The transport aircraft was very large; it was an extended version of the Valkyrie transport aircraft, specifically designed for large-scale material transport.

When Kyle first saw the group of planes, he thought they were reinforcements.

Heinrich, the commander of the Astral Army and commander of the 71st Armored Regiment, thought so too.

He ran out of the tactical tent, a relaxed expression on his face that he hadn't shown in three weeks.

"Lord Astartes! Reinforcements have arrived!"

Kyle is looking at the paint scheme of the transport plane.

Imperial transport planes will have their department indicated on their paint scheme.

The Astral Army's uniforms are dark green with the Imperial double-headed eagle, the Navy's are dark blue with an anchor, and the Mechanicus's are red with gears.

The transport planes were painted gray-white, and the side of the fuselage bore a mark he recognized all too well: the ledgers and scales of the Military Affairs Department under the Imperial Ministry of the Interior.

Kyle's expression changed.

"That's not reinforcements."

Heinrich's smile was still on his face: "What?"

“The Ministry of Military Affairs,” Kyle said. “They’re here to collect taxes.”

The military's tax collection team was led by a senior tax executive.

This man is named Procopius Mohn, a senior executive officer of the Military Affairs Department of the Interior Ministry, who has been in charge of tithe collection in the Edge Sector of the Empire's Dark Side for seventeen years.

He wore the standard greyish-white uniform robe of the Ministry of Military Affairs, with a bronze badge of the Imperial Ministry of the Interior hanging on his chest, and a short laser pistol and a thick stack of documents that could be used as a brick at his waist.

He was followed by thirty Imperial Law Enforcement Guards, two clerks, and six transport trailers loaded with empty boxes.

When Moen stepped off the transport plane's gangway, the first thing he saw was a pile of munitions outside the landing zone.

The ammunition was neatly stacked in a temporary warehouse next to the landing site.

Tank shells are classified by caliber, laser energy packs are arranged by model, and explosives are stored separately according to their yield.

Each stack bore the standard factory label from the Agrippina Arms Factory.

Moen’s mechanical eye swung around, automatically scanning and recording the approximate size of the ammunition pile.

It is much more, at least five times more than the standard combat readiness reserves of Warheim-IX.

He opened the folder and found the tithe collection slip for Warheim-IX.

"Walhem-IX, M42 Era Standard Tith Tax. Requisitioned: 30,000 tons of ceramic steel, 800 units of refined promethium, 60,000 Starforce personnel, standard ammunition reserves..."

He glanced at the pile of ammunition.

"All."

When Kyle Varus and Heinrich arrived at the Second Nest military landing site, the scene was already in complete chaos.

Twelve gray-white transport planes were parked at the edge of the landing field, their belly cargo doors wide open, and the unloading rails already laid in reverse.

They were preparing to take the things away.

Several clerks walked among the piles of ammunition, holding inventory boards and registering them box by box.

"Two hundred millimeter tank shells, three hundred boxes, in good condition."

"Standard energy packs for laser rifles, 4,600 sets."

"One hundred and twenty boxes of heavy explosive ammunition belts."

At the warehouse entrance, Lieutenant Ron Matthias was being blocked by two law enforcement guards.

He belonged to the 71st Armored Regiment.

This morning, he had just received his new artillery shell quota and hadn't even had time to send it back to the front lines when he saw the military affairs department men loading boxes onto transport trailers.

"Those shells belong to the Sixth Tank Company!"

"Position number 15 on the front line is still waiting for them! If you take them away, what will my tanks fire with tomorrow?"