Chapter 222 Imperial Tradition

Cocoa's history is still small compared to the entire expedition, but because Ryan was at school and the hero of the Empire's Partoria Guard, it is definitely an important part of his war history.

In the Astra Militarum camp, the school took out a lot of things that were secretly hidden outside the Wudun Fortress. A large number of things. The seizure of the loot made him unable to help but feel happy. In addition to many unactivated Riemanns in the eastern area, Nuth, Chimera, and even an Emperor's Baneblade, can you please use it as the base for a second vehicle similar to that disgusting mutant? It seems that they all belong to the Empire.

But perhaps the most shocking thing is 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 tight supplies.

But before the Imperial Guard could raise the fire to reward the soldiers, not only good news came one after another, but densely packed and complex documents from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the State Church, and the Inquisition, begging for the re-liquidation of the 11th tax, begging for the seizure of heretical materials, begging for Please take away the captured rebels from the Imperial Guard.

There is simply no way to eat up all the loot there, and forgery will be labeled as traitors by those powerful imperial departments. Because of this situation, the Master Chief who destroyed the Falcon was also angry. He and the mortals From life to death, although space warriors do not need those things, they can still feel emotionally aggrieved.

But the Empire has always been like this, and there is no use in making mistakes. There were so many Imperial Guards and Astartes who were forced away, not to mention that the documents and seals were written in black on red paper, and clearly read the seal of the High Lords Council of Terra. .

Ryan was stunned for a while at school. He originally thought that after the war was won, how to distribute the spoils should be judged according to the war situation. The supply of materials there 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. However, Ru Ming was Please be pulled into the already rich and oily treasury of the state religion, or be reassigned by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and I don’t know when and how long I can touch the legs of the Imperial Guard.

It is reasonable for the Tribunal to be reluctant, but there are many important officials and nobles in that 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 message with a wry smile. He saw that it was followed by a complicated high Gothic vellum sent by the star-level Ecclesiarchy World, the Inquisition, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. His heart felt a lot colder. .

They are not the emperor's will, and the materials collected by the traitors are not the emperor's currency. Although Ryan at school wanted to throw the brown paper into the incinerator, he bitterly ordered the soldiers to pack and transport those things to the starport. , and prepare to reply to various agencies.

The Master Chief suddenly held down his legs and arms. "Don't move, just write to the Sun Lord. Don't those maggots rely on the High Lords Council? The Sun Lord also expects the three foreign seats to be permanently stationed. There are many naval generals, army commanders, and Astra Militarum Willing to win 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. So why are the betrayed Space Marines mostly related to the High Lords? They have no one to look after them. …

But Ryan still hesitated at school. Under the plain gray light of promethium, he looked up at the giant's determined face and read out. "Then the Tribunal, the State Religion, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs..."

The Master Chief said. "Don't underestimate your own power, Ryan."

The schoolmate touched the double-headed eagle emblem on his chest... put down his 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 was transmitted to Weiner as expected, passing through several battleships and civilian ships. The highly sought-after things were mixed with countless other business information or family letters that were sleeping in the database of the spaceship, and there were not even Use the Imperial Guard's external intelligence network.

In the golden wheat field, the Sun Lord, wearing a rare brown full protective suit, was inspecting the conditions of the crops during that period, but he could not understand, especially whether those crops were severely genetically modified in that universe era and could produce huge crops. before.

The ears of wheat produced by those weird crops that are as tall as a person are like densely packed billiard 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 activity on the battlefield.

His previous knowledge has become useless, but even so, he will still come there to see, and even learn how to ensure the stability and abundance of food supply, because the worry is almost 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 months alternate between months, the wheels of the road are constantly moving, heavy trucks and machines are constantly transporting food, and people who see him on the road circle around him and salute him.

And countless void engines help those creatures across the entire star port in the star port, connecting the entire world and the huge trade exchanges in the Gundwa sub-sector, and at the same time providing a real and sufficient source of supplies for the Imperial Guard.

Methodical planting plans and regular harvests are very low, and the stupid behavior of turning public materials into your own things is almost eliminated now.

Now the crop yield of that agricultural world has reached the limit of that world, the real limit, and even the data that can even be traced back to the time when that world was founded are not that beautiful.

Countless people sung the praises of the Sun Lords for their people-oriented attitude towards employing worthy people regardless of the past, and refusing to allow the Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy to take away those 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. Dong consciously wiped his cheeks because of the high temperature of the world facing the star, but found that the thick protective clothing was hindering him.

He sighed again and complained about the empire's garbage-like civilian equipment. He also thought about whether the protective suit would only be worn by nobles during inspections. It was a one-of-a-kind piece of precision equipment, and ordinary workers could wear gas masks and let the rotten air torture them. Skin, basically most civilians in that world have skin diseases, more or less.

At the same time, he also knew that those who had betrayed were useless, 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 National Church was tantamount to angering the two biggest figures in the empire. It is an organization. When the expedition is over, he will inevitably blame those people. But he has offended the high lord. Is it because he has too many fleas?

But they had to find a way to solve their problems. They were wallowing in the huge cesspit of the empire, and they were stained with a lot of excrement that they had never eaten, probably because they were sticky.

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

With so many thoughts on his mind, he took off Dong's damn protective clothing 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 machine waving its legs and arms all the time and the toxic fertilizer air that was so rich that it was suffocating.

The scenery there cannot be said to be breathtaking, but the entire plain is a terrifying sight composed of wheat and giant machines the size of a person, stretching for the entire length of the equator. One has to lament that in the face of the power of the empire, one person, one individual, How small.

It is not difficult for him to understand why those in high positions lose themselves. No matter how powerful and smart they were before, they would be confused and obsessed when faced with the power of hundreds and hundreds of billions of people.

The staff officer looked at the data tablet in his lap in the co-pilot, and the thick thing was shining brightly on it. "No, they've got two Terra months. There's good news."

"Minatilia got the gift."

"But the state religion, the Inquisition, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, please...the spoils of war will be reckoned."

Alan Bair is not too surprised. After all, he has gathered about one-third of the strength of the Imperial Guard Expeditionary Force, and at the same time has the help of Space Marines. It is a sure thing, and the fatter the prey after the hunting, the It becomes more susceptible to decay and attracts flies.

"Then change the itinerary, they go to that forging world and put away all the current things."

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

Alan Bair nodded, what is the highest efficiency, what is the maximum productivity of the planet, whether he can squeeze the labor and manage his own claws. When he, the supreme commander of the Astra Militarum, leaves, those things will soon take their original form.

He had no choice. It was nonsense to expect foreigners who had been forced out of the country to be loyal to the empire. If the empire was so powerful, they would not betray it.

"As soon as you get the Imperial Guard from Liudong, just find a little-known regiment. The ones from Ronhodro are good. They don't have the strength to rebel again. The Imperial Guard of Liudong has a mission. Please ask them. Come and ensure that our people from Gondwa can reach high positions, understand."

After Alan Bayer finished speaking, he accelerated the speed of the car in his lap. No matter how much he calculated, it would be a delaying strategy. At least he hoped that after he left, the world could retain 70% of its previous productivity.

Even so, it is impossible to foresee a good place. Compared with collecting the resources 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, in front of the star port, countless Imperial Guards were evacuating. The 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. It was also the reason why Alan Bair wanted to leave, and he was the 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 only be arrested if they do not deny the Sun Lord. Ironically, the citizens think exactly the opposite.

Alain Byrbu said to them, on the contrary, he thought that was good. The Astra Militarum was not a legion that denied the existence of the citizens of the Empire. To distance themselves, to make the Astra Militarum and an organization like the Tribunal similar, it was not No bad thing.

Except for places like complete fortress worlds, war worlds, and death worlds, most people are not afraid of the Astra Militarum, which is unrealistic.

They are not heroes of justice, not even liberators, they are the 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 hive city raiding mission, to return to the forge world.

That time, after traveling in the void for about half a standard Terran month, the Sun Lord set foot on the legendary forging world with the welcome and pilgrimage of countless people. At this moment, the place had 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. Those traitorous nobles became pirates or something else.

All the property of Founding Governor Liudong needed to be seized and calculated, causing the people's livelihood there to plummet, and at the same time, there were also difficulties in supplying the Imperial Guard.

Elanbail, who was walking in the star port, was also surprised to see the listlessness of the soldiers of Partoria, and landed on the ground with Ryan's expression as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

He jumped out of the transport plane in the air nimbly and patted the dust on his body. Many soldiers who had never seen him were amazed at how such a vulgar guy mixed in the team of the Sun Lord, and were curious about the legendary superman who pacified the entire star zone and expelled the Red Pirates.

They saw an old soldier in a hurry, wearing a green helmet, who was not even old, and had a sickle on his waist. In the minds of most imperial people, the Sun Lord was dressed in golden armor, holding a power saber in his legs, and was powerful.

If Ryan had not approached the sergeant of the Destroyer Falcon, and was accompanied by the famous Catachan soldiers, most people would not realize that the young man was the hero who set off that expedition.

In other words, Alanbair does not recognize the position of the Sun Lord. For him, it is just a prop forced on him by the High Lord to let those old guys step down, but he does not really recognize him as the highest commander of the Star Army.

It is just like the Heavenly Court can't control Sun Wukong, so it gave him many titles such as Bi Ma Wen and the Great Sage Equaling Heaven. But he is powerful not because he is the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, but because he is Sun Wukong.

And Alanbair patted Ryan's body. The young man has done a good job and once again expressed his gratitude to the Space Marines. Then he said. "He will write an application with Commander Qi Fan, Chief of Staff Kane, Captain of the Bordello, and the Navy, and ask those maggots to do their best."

"Secondly, don't embarrass those people. Prepare 30% of the materials and give 10% dividends to those departments respectively, and privately express that the benefits will be distributed in the future."

Ryan looked a little strange. "Are they... trying to make connections?"

Alanbair shook his head. "Or they can't get close to them."

At this moment, the Imperial Navy's troops were docked at the starport. After the warp travel, a giant object with a faint purple glow covered the sky of that world, making Ryan realize the power of the Imperial Guard for the first time in school...