Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 551 Chapter 539. The general’s white hair and husband’s tears

The navy already understood who the glory of this war was probably for, not to mention the Astra Militarum.

These heroic imperial guards paid thousands of lives on the ground every time, and every battle in the trenches and alleys was carried out by them, but every time after the war, There was so little available to them.

For them, the greatest glory and reward they can get is not the planets and titles that are advertised in the propaganda, but to survive, and it would be even better if they can return to their hometown with a little money.

The generals also understand that these things lead tens of thousands of people on the battlefield, and generals with hundreds of thousands of people are usually enough to be sacrificed in the eyes of the judges and Astartes.Except for a few generals with very strong backgrounds, in fact, for them, war is also a ruthless challenge. In a sense, when facing the war, most of them have no big difference with ordinary soldiers. difference.

Therefore, a comfortable enjoyment before the war is essential.Those regular Astra Militarum legions all received war allowances and subsidies.They can get war allowances and subsidies from the imperial capital incident at their feet now, and they can enjoy, have fun and numb themselves on the planet they are now at their feet.

Maybe some soldiers are still willing to stay on their battleship beds and wait quietly for the war to come, hoping to save this money, but more people are still willing to come to the planet at their feet and put their All the money is scattered. After all, after every expedition of the empire, how many people can come back?If money is not spent now, it will be spent in the future.

Of course, these people are lucky in a certain sense, because they still have the last time to enjoy before the war, and the most tragic thing is not the imperial guards who will face possible death, nor is it the imperial navy who has no way to get glory, but It's the migrant workers who were conscripted.

"Hurry up! These goods must be transported up immediately!"

On the pier of the space port, a naked-to-the-upper-body warlord waved a whip with a barb in his hand, whipping the men, women, and children below who were transporting goods.The people below are all wearing red, green, and blue prison uniforms. Next to these people, there are some lobotomized servitors transporting some huge goods. These goods are not so fragile and precious, so these stupid people The wetware robot is sufficient.

But some important things, or things that cannot be handled with care, such as some explosives and ammunition, and some seeds and fresh vegetables preserved through glass, or the private items of those senior officers, must have these Ordinary migrant workers were recruited to carry it.

Although the two names are different, in essence, there is no difference between those imperial civilians who suffered from severe malnutrition and those poor ghosts who had their lobotomies removed. The only difference is that the former are moving in the direction of the latter. go ahead.

While these poor men, women, and children are constantly carrying heavy goods, above their heads, the priests and fanatics of the imperial country will declare.Priests in pure white robes loudly preached the emperor's feast, while the fanatics beside them frantically beat themselves with whips soaked in salt water to show their loyalty.

The crazy and old priest roared at the top of his lungs like a dying eagle.

"Repent! You sinners! You are sinful from birth! Your life is destined to atone for the Emperor! And now, the great God-Emperor has given you this opportunity to serve this expedition! For the sake of the Empire! In the service of great victory!"

The fanatic believers at the feet of the state church priest were beating themselves with whips until blood dripped from their bodies, and at the same time they were also madly agreeing with the priest's words.These people, who were already unconscious, roared with their terrifying faces.

"Aton for your sins, sinner!!" "We are all guilty!!"

Before every imperial expedition, the common people of the empires on the frontier of the Long March had to bear the war tax, and if some families could not afford such an expensive war tax, then they had to pay the price.

According to the laws of the empire and the local world, they have already violated hundreds of laws in the empire's war laws and tax laws. If they want to repay these taxes, they can only sell their labor to repay what they may not be able to repay in their lifetime. Debt, men, women and children alike need to do this.

For the empire, sometimes it is not enough to rely solely on the migrant workers obtained from taxes, and hundreds of millions of people are not enough to meet the needs of an expedition. Prisoners, but this workforce is not safe and may even be prone to rebellion.

Therefore, when the empire needs a large-scale labor force, the best and most convenient way is to create a large number of criminals.For example, let petty criminals become felons, and let people who have not committed crimes commit a law that was just revised during the expedition, making them petty criminals.Then these timid, cowardly and kind-hearted people can be allowed to join this expedition and serve the manifest destiny of the empire.

In order to restart the Jericho expedition, the empire directly recruited 24 billion migrant workers to prepare food, equipment and follow-up transportation for the expedition. Six Rogue Trader families and the local merchant shipping association dispatched hundreds of cargo ships. As a supernumerary fleet, they were responsible for war supplies during the expedition.

These raised resources are so huge that in the future it is very likely that a planet will be specially selected as a warehouse planet to distribute materials to support this expedition.

However, how to distribute these supplies depends on the Imperial Expeditionary Force headquarters, or what the commander wants to do.

If he is a capable person, or not so greedy, then all the materials will be put to good use, but if not, then the final result of the entire warehouse planet's materials will only be lost every day. A noble who participated in the war or a noble who had interests had his mouth full of oil.

Of course, all of this has nothing to do with the conscripted civilians, or even the real soldiers, because in this war, no matter who wins or loses, they are just a group of expendables , a group of materials that are about to be or have been recycled in the eyes of the Mechanicus.

This is the normal state of the Empire, this is the normal state of the entire galaxy.

As these numb people continued to carry items, the Mandeville Point above their heads flashed purple.When the priest looked up at the sky, his originally crazy face became even more crazy and pious.

After being immersed in shock and joy for a second or two, he roared hoarsely.
"The Angels of the God Emperor!! The Astartes have arrived!!"

(End of this chapter)