Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

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 couldn't help but be 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 complicated 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 or how long I will be able to 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 Language letter with a wry smile. He saw that it was followed by a complex High Gothic vellum sent by the Star-level Ecclesiarchy World, the Tribunal, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. His heart felt a lot colder. .

They were not the emperor's will, and the materials collected by the traitors were not the emperor's currency. Although Ryan 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 outer seats to be permanently stationed. There are many naval generals, army commanders, and Astra Militarum troops. 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 about a few 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 protective suit, was inspecting the conditions of the crops during that period, but he could not understand, especially whether those crops had been 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 activities 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 that is almost the 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 moon alternates 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 established is not that beautiful.

Countless people praised the Sun Lord for his people-oriented attitude in employing people regardless of past and present, and refused to let the Inquisition and the State Church take away the people who had turned into heretics.

But Alan Baier also knew what was going on behind the scenes. He looked at the moon and the sun appearing at the same time, and wiped his cheeks because of the high temperature on the side of the star in that world, but found that the thick protective clothing hindered him.

He sighed again and complained about the garbage civilian equipment of the Empire in his heart, and thought that the protective clothing was only worn by the nobles for inspection. The precision equipment was selected from thousands of miles away, and ordinary workers could wear gas masks and let the rotten air persecute their skin. Basically, most civilians in that world have skin diseases, just more or less.

At the same time, he also knew that those who had betrayed him were fence-sitters. No matter how powerful those maggots were, they could not be reused. He also knew that his refusal to interfere with the Inquisition and the State Church was equivalent to angering the two largest institutions in the empire. When the expedition was over, he would inevitably make the wrong decision. He had already offended the high lord, which was like too many fleas.

But he had to find a way to solve their problems. They rolled around in the huge cesspool of the empire, and they had been stained with a lot of excrement, mostly because they were sticky.

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

He was thinking a lot, and took off the damn protective suit again, and asked. "Staff, have the airborne senior officials from Gondwa arrived?" After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator and looked at the huge machine waving its legs and arms all the time outside the star and the toxic fertilizer air that was thick enough to suffocate.

The scenery there is not to be said to be beautiful, but the whole plain is a terrible landscape composed of wheat as tall as a person and giant machines, stretching the entire length of the equator. People can't help but sigh, in front of the power of the empire, a person, an individual, how small.

It is not difficult for him to understand why those powerful people lose themselves. No matter how powerful and smart they were before, they will be confused and obsessed when they are enslaved by hundreds of billions of people.

The staff officer looked at the data tablet in his lap in the co-pilot, and the heavy thing flashed on it and said. "It's great. They have two Terra months. There is good news."

"Minatriya got it."

"But please ask the Ecclesiarchy, the Inquisition, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs... the spoils are counted."

Alan Baier was not very surprised. After all, it gathered about one-third of the troops of the Imperial Guard Expeditionary Force, and at the same time, there were many Space Marines to help. It was a sure thing. The fatter the prey after hunting, the easier it is to rot and attract flies.

"Then change the itinerary. They go to that forging world and put all the current things there." The staff officer said. "Maybe there are many people in that world who only surrender on the surface." Alan Baier nodded. What about the highest efficiency and the planetary limit production? It's just to exploit the laborers and control their claws. When his supreme commander of the Star Army leaves, those things will be in their original form. He has no choice. It's nonsense to expect them to be loyal to the empire, which was originally forced out. If the empire has such great power, they will not betray. "Leave only the Imperial Guards here, find an unknown regiment. The ones in Roenhodro are good. There is no power there to rebel again. The Imperial Guards left here have a mission. Ask them to ensure that the people from Gondwa can reach a high position. Do you understand?" After Alan Baier finished speaking, he accelerated the speed of the car in his legs. No matter how he calculated, it was a delaying tactic. At least he hoped that after he left, the world could retain 70% of its previous productivity. Even so, it is not a good prediction. Compared with collecting resources from traitors, 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. The good news spread all over 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. That is why Alan Baier wanted to leave. He became an excuse for those people to oppress the citizens of the Empire.

They instilled in the citizens the idea that if they did not work well, they would be arrested by the Inquisition. But in reality, if they did not oppose the Sun Lord, they would be arrested. Ironically, the citizens thought the opposite.

Alan Baier did not oppose them. On the contrary, he thought it was good. The Star Army was a legion that did not oppose the existence of the citizens of the Empire. It was not a bad thing to distance the Star Army from the institutions like the Inquisition.

Except for places like the complete fortress world, war world, and death world, most people were afraid of the Star Army. That was not realistic.

They are not heroes of justice, nor even liberators, but the currency of sacrifice for the continuation of the human race.

Under the leadership of the flagship Bordello, the warships in the entire void began to jump to the Forge World. At the same time, Commander Qi Fan, who had completed the task of conquering the nest city, also returned to the Forge World.

That time, after about half a standard Terra month of void travel, the Sun Lord set foot on the legendary Forge World with the welcome and pilgrimage of countless people. At this moment, it has become less rich. The losses of the war and the fall of the governor have caused countless nobles to leave with their wealth. Those traitorous nobles have become pirates or something else.

And all the property left by the Forge Governor needs to be seized and calculated, which has caused the people's livelihood there to plummet, and the supply of the Imperial Guard has also become difficult.

Alan Bair, who was walking east from the star port, was also surprised to see the listlessness of the Partoria soldiers, and fell to the ground with Ryan's expression as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

He jumped out of 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's team, and were curious about the man who was said to have pacified the entire planet. District, where is Superman who expelled the Red Pirates.

They saw a hot-tempered veteran wearing a green helmet. He was not even very old. He had a sickle or something else on his waist. However, the Sun Lord in the minds of most people in the empire was wearing a golden armor and holding a power saber on his leg. It's a great idea to scold Fang Qiu.

If not for the presence of Ryan at school, the proximity of the Master Chief of the Falcon, and the company of the famous Catachan soldiers from the East, most people would not realize that that young man would have become the hero of that expedition.

In other words, Coco Alan Bair does not recognize the position of Sun Lord. For him, it is just a prop that was forced on him by the high lord to let those old things go to the top, but does not really recognize him. As the supreme commander of the Astra Militarum.

That's like the Heavenly Court couldn't control Sun Wukong, so it gave him Bi Ma Wen, the Monkey King and many other names. However, he is great not only because he is Monkey King, but because he is Monkey King.

Alan Bair patted Ryan's body. The young man had done a good job and once again expressed his gratitude to the Space Marines. He said, "Come to the East." "He will write an application with Commander Qifan, Chief of Staff Kane, Captain Bordeleau, and the Admiral of the Navy, asking those maggots to do their best."

"Secondly, I don't want to embarrass those people. I have prepared 30% of the supplies and distributed the dividends to those departments according to 10%. The private owner said that the benefits will be distributed in the future."

Ryan looked a little strange at school. "Are they... having a relationship?"

Alan Bair shook his head. "They don't want to have a relationship with them."

At this moment, the troops of the Imperial Navy were docked at the star port. After the subspace journey, a giant object with a faint purple light appeared, covering the sky of that world, making Ryan the first person in school to see this. To the power of the Imperial Guard…