Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 222 Imperial Tradition
Perhaps this period of history is still insignificant for the entire expedition, but for Colonel Ryan, the hero of the Imperial Partoria Guard, it is definitely an important stroke in his war history.

In the star army camp, the colonel took out a lot of things privately hidden inside the fortress of Udun, a large number of things. , Chimera, and even an Imperial Bane, probably as a base for a second similarly disgusting mutant vehicle, all of which now belong to the Empire.

But what shocked people the most was probably the large amount of food hidden in it. Those things were enough to drive the Imperial Guard of 6000 million people to burn for several months, and it really brought a big blood pressure to the scarce supplies.

But before the Imperial Guard raised the stove to reward the soldiers, what followed was not good news, but densely packed, complex documents from the Ministry of the Interior, the State Church, and the Tribunal, demanding that the 11th tax be re-accounted for, that heresy materials be seized, and that the empire be taken away The guards captured the rebels.

It’s like eating up the booty here, and the counterfeiting will be labeled as a traitor by those imperial departments with great power. Regarding this situation, the Master Chief who destroyed the Falcon is also very angry. He and the mortals go through life and death , although space warriors don't need those things, they can also feel emotionally aggrieved.

But the empire has always been like this, it is useless for external affairs and internal violence, and there are too many Imperial Guards and Astartes who have been forced to leave, not to mention the black and white letters on those document seals, which clearly show the seal of the High Lords Council of Terra.

Colonel Ryan was stunned for a while. He thought that the war was won, and how the spoils should be distributed should be judged according to the war situation. The supplies here will be provided by the Imperial Guard to make the expedition more effective, save the soldiers from starvation, and allow the projectiles to be launched. Enter the already rich state religion treasury, or be redistributed by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and I don’t know when it will come into the hands of the Imperial Guard.

The request of the Tribunal is barely reasonable, but there are many important officials and nobles in this world who also have close contacts with the Governor. He is very clear that if the Tribunal comes, the world will directly lose productivity in a short time...

Ryan looked at the letter of astrology with a wry smile, and the complex High Gothic kraft paper sent by the star-level state church bishop world, the trial court, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs that followed, and his heart cooled down a lot.

They are the will of the emperor, and the materials collected by the traitors are also the currency of the emperor. Although Colonel Lane wanted to throw those kraft papers into the incinerator, he still ordered the soldiers to pack and transport them into the star port and prepare Respond to agencies.

The Master Chief suddenly pressed his arm. "Don't move, just write to the Sun Lord. Don't those maggots rely on the High Lord Council? The Sun Lord is also expected to be stationed in the outer three seats. There are also admirals and army commanders. Secure one of the 12 seats in the High Lords Council."

There are sighs and envy in the words, and even most of them are envious. The 12 seats of the High Lords Council include countless core departments of the empire, but there is no Astartes. This is why most of the betrayed space fighters are related to the High Lords. No one follows them...

Colonel Clayne 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 Church, the Ministry of the Interior..."

said the Master Chief. "Don't underestimate your own strength, Ryan."

The colonel touched the double-headed eagle emblem on his chest... put down the pen, and used the data tablet to send the matter to the Sun Lord.

During the activities of the Void Battleship, the good news was passed on to Wiener as expected, and it passed through several warships and civilian ships. The important things were mixed in countless other business information or family letters in the database of the spaceship, and did not even go to the empire. An intelligence network within the Guard.

And in the golden wheat field, the Sun Lord wearing a rare brown full protective suit is inspecting the crops during this period, but he can't understand, especially in front of those crops that have been severely genetically modified in this cosmic age and have great production capacity .

The wheat ears produced by those grotesque crops as tall as a person are like densely packed ping pong balls, which are much larger than the things he has seen in Terra, and the hard shell even requires industrial-grade equipment to make them. Starch, turned into solid gasoline that drives human activities on the battlefield.

And his previous knowledge has become useless, but even so, he will still come here to see, and even learn how to ensure a stable and abundant food supply, because this is almost a worry buried in his bones.

When he trekked through the rich sea of ​​crops and drove back to the civilized city in his jeep, from the edge of the world marked by the sun and the moon, the agricultural world called Wiener had been reborn.

Walking through the constant temperature area where the sun and the moon alternate, the roads here are endless, and heavy trucks and machines are constantly transporting food. People who saw him on the road detoured and saluted him.

And the countless void engines in the star port help those creatures across the entire star area, linking the entire world and the huge trade exchange of the Gundwa sub-star area, and are also a solid source of sufficient supplies for the Imperial Guard.

The methodical planting plan and regular harvest, as well as the extremely low, stupid behavior of turning common materials into one's own things are almost eliminated at this moment.

Now the crop output of this agricultural world has reached the limit of this world, the real limit, and even the data that can catch up to the establishment of this world are not so beautiful.

Countless people praised the Sun Lord's people-oriented employment attitude to use capable people regardless of the past, and refused to let the Inquisition and the State Church take away the capable people who had turned heresy before.

But Alan Bayer also knew what was going on behind him. He watched the scene where the moon and the sun appeared at the same time, and subconsciously wiped his cheeks because of the high temperature of the world facing the stars, but found that the thick protective clothing hindered him.

Sighing again, he complained in his heart about the garbage-like civilian equipment of the empire, and then thought that this protective suit was only worn by the nobles for inspection, and that the ordinary workers could only wear gas masks and let the rotten air persecute them for the precision equipment. 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 nothing but scumbags, and those maggots could not be reused no matter how capable they were. He also knew that his refusal of the Tribunal and the State Church to intervene was equivalent to angering the two largest institutions in the empire. Well, when the expedition is over, he will inevitably have to deal with those people, but he has already offended the high lord, so there are too many fleas and it doesn't itch.

But they also had to find a way to solve their problems. Rolling in the huge cesspit of the empire, they got a lot of stains from uneaten excrement, mostly because of their stickiness.

Clean yourself up, or... learn to use those things, turn them into fertilizer.

He was full of thoughts, took off the damn protective suit again, and asked. "Consultant, has the high-level airborne from Gundvall arrived?" After speaking, he stepped on the accelerator, looking at the huge machine waving its arms all the time on the side of the star outside the window and the poisonous fertilizer air that was thick enough to suffocate.

The scenery here cannot be said to be beautiful, but the terrifying scenery composed of wheat and giant machines the size of a person in the entire plain stretches for the entire length of the equator. Small.

It is not difficult for him to understand why those high-ranking and powerful people lost themselves. No matter how strong and smart they were before, they would be confused and obsessed with the power of enslaving hundreds or hundreds of billions of people.

The staff officer looked at the data tablet in his hand in the co-pilot, and said with a light shining on the heavy thing. "Not yet, they still have two Terra days, but good news."

"Mina Tilia took it."

"But the State Church, the Inquisition, and the Ministry of the Interior require...an accounting of the spoils."

Alan Bayer was not very surprised. After all, about one-third of the Imperial Guard's expeditionary force was assembled, and with the help of space fighters, it was a certainty. The fatter the prey after hunting, the more perishable it was. Attract flies.

"Then change the itinerary, let's go to that casting world and put down all the current things."

said the staff officer. "But in this world, there are still many people who only surrender on the surface."

Alan Bayer nodded, what is the highest efficiency, what is the limit of the planet's production capacity, it is just to squeeze the labor and take care of his own claws. When he, the supreme commander of the Star Militia, leaves, those things will be revealed immediately.

He had no choice but to force them out of other places. It would be nonsense to expect them to be loyal to the empire. If the empire had that much power, they wouldn't betray it.

"Leave only one imperial guard, just find a little-known regiment. The one at Ron Hodrow's is good. There is no power here to rebel again. The remaining imperial guard has only one mission, and they are required to come Guarantee that Gundwa's own people can go to high positions, understand."

After Alan Bayer finished speaking, he speeded up the car in his hand. No matter how he calculated it, it was a delaying strategy. At least he only hoped that after he left, the world could retain 70% of its previous productivity.

Even so, it is a good prediction, but compared to collecting the traitor's resources, the loss that will be borne sooner or later is 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, and the workers breathed a sigh of relief. The long hours of overtime and the fear of the Sun Lord finally dissipated. It is also the reason why Alan Bayer wanted to leave, he became an excuse for those people to oppress the citizens of the empire.

They instill in the citizens the idea that if they don't work hard they will be taken away by the Inquisition, when in reality they will only be taken away if it is not the Sun Lord, ironically the citizens think the exact opposite.

Alan Bayer didn't blame them. On the contrary, he thought it was good. The Star Militarum was not a legion for the citizens of the empire. It was not a bad thing to keep a distance and make the Star Militia similar to institutions like the Tribunal.

In addition to places like the complete fortress world, the world of war, and the world of death, most people are also afraid of the Astral Army. This is the reality.

They are not heroes of justice, not even liberators, but a group of currency sacrificed for the continuation of the human race.

Led by the flagship Boldro, the warships in the entire void began to jump to the Forge World. At the same time, Commander Zifan, who was asked by Alan Bayer to complete the Hive Capital Raider mission, also returned to the Forge World.

This time, after traveling in the void for about half a standard month of Terra, the Sun Lord set foot on this legendary forge world under the welcome and pilgrimage of countless people. The downfall made countless nobles leave with their wealth, and those traitor nobles became pirates or something.

And all the property left by the Founding Governor needs to be seized and calculated, which has caused the people's livelihood here to plummet, and at the same time, the supply of the Imperial Guard has also encountered difficulties.

Alan Baier, who was walking up and down the starport, was also surprised to see the listlessness of Partoria's soldiers, and fell to the ground with Colonel Lane's expression as if he had caught a life-saving straw.

He nimbly jumped down from the mid-air transport plane and patted the dust on his body. Many soldiers who had never seen him were amazed at how such a vulgar guy was in the Sun Lord's team, and wondered about the legendary man who pacified the entire star region. , Where is Superman who expelled the red pirates?

They only saw a veteran soldier wearing a green helmet who was on fire, not even very old, with a sickle pinned to his waist or something, and the Sun Lord in the minds of most imperial people was wearing a golden armor, holding a power saber, and swiping Fang Qiu's great power.

If it weren't for Colonel Lane and the Master Chief who destroyed the Falcon, and then accompanied by the famous Catachan soldiers, most people might not realize that this young man is the hero who set off this expedition.

In other words, Alan Bayer may not recognize the position of the Sun Lord. For him, this is just a prop given to him by the High Lord to let those old things step down, rather than really recognizing him as a star. Supreme Commander of the Realm Army.

It's like the Heavenly Court can't control Sun Wukong, so they gave him Bi Mawen, Monkey King and many other titles, but he is so powerful not because he is Monkey King, but because he is Monkey King.

And Alan Bayer patted Ryan's upper body. This young man has done a good job, and once again expressed his thanks to the space warriors, and then he said. "I will write an application with Commander Zifan, Chief of Staff Kane, Captain of the Bordeaux, and the Admiral, asking those maggots to do what they can."

"Secondly, don't embarrass those people, prepare 30% of the supplies, and distribute [-]% to those departments as dividends, and privately express that the benefits will be distributed in the future."

Colonel Lane looked a little strange. "Are we... building a relationship?"

Alan Baier shook his head. "It's their relationship with us."

At this moment, the troops of the Imperial Navy are docked on the star port. After the end of the subspace travel, the giant with a hint of purple light is still covering the sky of this world, making Colonel Ryan aware of the empire for the first time. The power of the guard...

(End of this chapter)