Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 1: Crying like a fart
Imperial Feudal World, Mawson Ryder

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If you travel through the Warhammer world, you'll cry like a fart with a stubbed toe. Taylor still remembers this sentence.

He still remembered that he saw this in the Hammer Bar, and now he has become a victim of this sentence.

His comrades were staring at the raindrops in a daze.

She was a beautiful female officer with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her face was as gentle as that of an Asian mixed-race person. She wore smart imperial standard bulletproof armor and held a sacred laser gun.

I heard that her father was a descendant of the Slavs.

Like Taylor, his mother came from an ancient human dynasty once known as the Dragon Empire on ancient Terra.

Now, the imperial warrior was extremely curious about the rain, and Taylor was explaining it to the well-built soldier.

"When water molecules accumulate in the atmosphere to a certain concentration, rain will fall."

And the female officer replied, "So do I have to pay for that water?"

Taylor patiently explained. "No, it comes from nature."

"It's part of nature's ecology, where raindrops fall, moisten the soil, plants grow, and then the water dries up and the cycle starts over again."

The warrior continued to ask, "So it's the Hive Lord who's keeping this cycle going, and we need to pay him taxes..."

"Or? The hive master who manages this place is called 'Nature'?"

She seemed to be feeling proud of her own guesses and wisdom, and she was now very curious about everything here.

Whether it is the soft soil, the low houses built of straw and bricks, or the lush green wheat fields.

This almost made Taylor give up. After all, after living in an artificial world for more than 20 years, it was hard not to have wild thoughts when he saw rain for the first time.

Taylor could only reply, "No one will pay for this, and no one will charge for the rain."

The lady murmured to herself, "This world is truly strange."

Taylor glanced sideways at the imperial residents who were sticking their heads out of the village.

They are all permanent residents of this feudal world, and are looking at this group of soldiers with vigilance.

Whether it was the strange green bulletproof armor or the daze or fear of looking at the raindrops, this was something they couldn't understand.

They didn't understand why the sticks in the hands of these strangers could emit flames. They pointed at Taylor and the others in Low Gothic.

The words used are mostly "wizard", "witch", "pest" and so on.

Taylor could only smile wryly. "We are the weird ones."

He raised his head, smelled the faint smell of rust and gunpowder in the air, and gave another order.

"Alright, Corporal, call up the brothers and continue marching."

"I don't want to be trampled to death by a Knight Mech!"

“This is too close to the front lines.”

"By the way, Katie, tell that little girl from our team, Leitling, to be quiet. She stole three of my boots!"

Taylor once again emphasized to the female officer that even though their squad only had a total of 10 people, it was already small enough.

Even if a fork is lost, everyone knows it.

But that girl from Lightling still steals his boots, as if she really likes the equipment specially approved for the superiors.

Finally, the non-commissioned officer girl, Katie Nova, gave a standard imperial military salute, and then led the soldiers out of the mill that they had finally found to shelter from the rain.

They put plastic sheets on their bodies and moved forward quickly. The soldiers who were born in the hive were not used to the feeling of raindrops falling on their bodies.

Many of them are accustomed to wanting to collect water, but are afraid of being found by the Nest Lord. They look so conflicted and timid that it's ridiculous.

They are completely unaware that they are warriors of the Emperor.

A soldier of the Astra Militarum!
Even if they really took the nobles' things, they could only greet them with a smile. However, it was extremely difficult to change their deeply rooted ideas. Taylor just looked at those poor soldiers with a bit of amusement.

At the same time, he worriedly observed the war situation in the East through a telescope.

The smoking heavy knight mech was tearing apart the enemy with a huge chainsaw, but two fists were no match for four hands. Three green engines painted with blue dye and white skull logos pinned the red knight mech to the ground.

The green orcs' heavy killing cans were beating the behemoth with power pliers, and the flying iron pieces and smoke could be seen clearly even without a telescope.

It looked like the battle line was shrinking again. Taylor felt a little bit reluctant as he looked at the farmers in the village who were wearing linen clothes and holding hoes, torches and pitchforks.

Evacuate civilians?
Taylor looked at the traces of raindrops sliding down his carapace and couldn't help but sigh.

This is not his mission...

Three hours later, in a huge, typical ancient European castle, Taylor was being scolded with a bitter face.

He was a tall man with only one arm, the other replaced by a machine. He wore a beautiful hat inlaid with an Imperial Sky Eagle, and his long cape made him look more energetic.

He shouted in harsh words!
"Taylor Kyle Anchor! My damn soldier, you're being kind on the battlefield again?" "Those Imperial refugees you helped last time smashed our headquarters!"

"The last time, you rescued a group of Genestealers!"

"If you and your team weren't truly honorable and skilled fighters, I think my explosives would have already hit your head!"

Then the tall man sighed and said earnestly.

"You should have been promoted to lieutenant. Please stop being so kind!"

"It's no use saving those bastards!"

Taylor answered at this moment. "They are nothing but a burden to the Emperor!"

The tall man said at the same time. "They are just..."

His face darkened. "Interrupting? That's a worse offense!"

"According to the laws of the Ministry of Military Affairs, you should..."

Taylor replied, "I shall receive six lashes as punishment."

The man sighed.

"That's enough. At least your actions have made the local lord trust us this time. He is finally willing to provide us with a rest room and sufficient supplies."

"Although I don't know why those who drive knight mechs are so concerned about so-called morality."

"But, Taylor, you..."

His face turned ashen, veins bulged, and he spoke viciously.

"But I know that you will always be the plague of our Skadi 36th Regiment."

"Those civilians will eventually make things worse, I swear on the Emperor!"

But Taylor didn't care. He saluted and left immediately.

He walked into the rest area of the castle while picking his ears. The other soldiers of the 36th Skadi Regiment saluted the legendary non-commissioned officer immediately upon seeing him.

After all, in his last operation, he single-handedly destroyed the cultists' command room in the Void Hive in Rogue Bay!

Although Taylor emphasized that it was just luck, he just accidentally fell into the underground pipe and discovered the place at the same time, and then threw a grenade.

But most soldiers still believe that this sergeant is the embodiment of courage!

Taylor advanced, feeling the ancient bricks, as if exhausted, and then sat down next to his soldiers.

Katie brought Taylor's favorite bottle of Karantis sparkling water, a carbonated, sweetened, lemon-flavored drink.

Taylor drank it all in one gulp and said, "Mr. Cervical Spondylosis is still as annoying as ever."

Katie replied with a smile. "Sir, that name cannot be used publicly."

That's right, although Political Commissar Tychus is a great warrior who graduated from Zhongsi Academy, the soldiers call him in private.

Mr. Cervical Spondylosis.

Because his neck never bends, it is always raised, as if it were made of iron!
And this name was probably given by Taylor...

Taylor smiled wryly at this moment.

This was his third year since crossing over, and also his first year of service as a member of the Astra Militarum.

Four years until the first application for retirement...

The diligent and timid time traveler finally became a seasoned veteran.

His eyes were no longer clear.

He raised his head and was about to take a break when he heard the roar of the blasting cannon.

He sighed, picked up his laser gun, and spoke to the soldiers in his squad.

"Find cover first, then move backwards, remember."

Ms. Katie answered immediately.

"Fire one shot and move to another place. You can run backwards, but don't run forward."

"When the enemy advances, I retreat; when the enemy retreats, I also retreat!"

Taylor nodded silently and acknowledged the female officer.

This new recruit who joined the team half a year ago is no longer the same as before.

Now she is almost a master!

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(End of this chapter)