Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 136: Burning Front, Part 1
At 5:14 AM in standard Tyra time, Taylor woke up in a daze.

Taylor gathered up his tarp, dusted himself off, and carefully placed the remaining cans and bottles from yesterday's meal into a small box.

The stuff had already filled up the containers to the point that people even wondered if he had become a garbage collector.

Maybe the orcs changed him genetically?

However, the Zerg's attack has lasted for several days.

Now that the bombardment in the trenches could no longer wear him down, he emerged from the shelter he had dug, which was covered by the huge body of Frenstein's car.

This is to protect against stray bullets and shrapnel. It is extremely effective and safe. Most ladies are allowed to sleep in the car, so there are only men here.

He climbed out of the car chassis and carefully counted the bottles and jars again, making sure that each brother had collected the dinner containers.

Then he moved his neck uncomfortably.

Because Roland and several brothers from Class 15 were sleeping next to him, some of them had bad sleeping postures, which made the soldiers fall all over the place. To be honest, the quality of their sleep was not good.

Not to mention the Imperial Guard's never-ending artillery fire and the Zerg's plasma bombardment attacks, the anxiety of possibly dying at any time and anywhere is enough to make a mortal collapse.

Tyler yawned tiredly, even though he did fall asleep, and exhaustion killed any restlessness, but now that he was awake, he had to face the nightmare all over again.

Sometimes, he couldn't tell whether dreams were better or reality was better, or were both equally bad?
He yawned, and before six o'clock, he simply cleaned his mouth with the toothbrush and saliva dispensed by the Empire, and then ate the temporary military food, a few tasteless starch cubes.

He walked up to the front-line trenches, and amidst the roar of artillery fire and insects, he greeted his comrades with a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

"Hey, Hans, how long have they been fighting?"

A soldier wiped the dust from his cheek wearily and cursed nervously.

"All night, sir! All night long. I wish I wasn't on the night watch next time. Those damn promethium spotlights nearly ruined my eyes."

Taylor gave him the hot coffee out of pity, because these soldiers would have to carry out equipment maintenance and eat for about an hour after going down. If they didn't have a bite of this stuff, they would probably collapse before resting.

He had seen a man's face smashed into freshly cooked mashed potatoes, and it was an absolutely horrific sight, and he had merely disinfected and bandaged it and then had to continue fighting.

Some people were not so lucky. They fell asleep while maintaining their equipment, causing their guns to explode the next day and their palms to become charred. It was only after the military doctor arranged a temporary limb that allowed them to continue fighting.

How loyal...

Taylor walked to the front line yawning and greeted Captain Charlie Su, the commander of Squad 16.

"Good day, Emperor, how is the battle going today?"

The lieutenant replied, "The Zerg's attacks have intensified. The Emperor's Children have retreated from the front lines, and those monsters are now immune to sonic waves and psychic energy."

"Honestly, the radio is getting less and less useful. God knows what will happen next. If it weren't for that war fortress, we might have been finished."

"Master Space Marines, those Sharks are responsible for the safety of the command center. Have we been abandoned?"

Taylor patted his shoulder. "Don't be so pessimistic, brother. The Emperor will bless us, perhaps..."

The last sentence was so faint that the exhausted officer definitely didn't hear it. He just replied, "Yes, my sir."

Encouraged by Taylor, the officer walked out of the command point with a smile, leaving Taylor with endless worries and dissatisfaction.

He began to command his brothers using the chess language and a certain tacit understanding, after all, the radio was almost paralyzed now.

At the same time, Taylor stationed several of the most important weapons at scattered gunner positions.

As the bombs and autocannons began to whistle, Taylor picked up the telescope and looked at the bugs being smashed on the battlefield.

They evolved very quickly. First, the armor of those Temaganworms became darker in color, and the reinforced armor was more resistant to sonic waves and light weapons.

Taylor had heard about this matter a long time ago, but he didn't expect the situation to become so bad. In less than half a week, his team had just left for rest and had to face such a situation.

Fortunately, he had tried his best to think of ways to deal with it, but he was not sure how effective it would be.

At the same time, he lamented the evolutionary ability of the Zerg...

Those damn things will change themselves according to the battlefield. They are a natural fighting race.

Its shielding against electromagnetic waves and the psychic world is also full of tactics. This also makes the wizard lady very weak now, but now she can of course easily tear through mortal flesh and blood, but it is far inferior to the miracle that could resist a large number of psychic insects before.

Obviously, the power of the Zerg is much stronger than humans think, and it is even a bit like an inevitable rule.

Taylor thought pessimistically that the Emperor's light could no longer reach here, and they were doomed...

He actually had a hunch that the bugs were ready, and those greedy and vicious creatures should be preparing for a second attack.

He had been praying that he would not be their target while stationed there, and even used the Emperor Tarot cards for divination. However, the soldiers who had done that looked at Taylor as if he were a dead person, which made him quite uneasy.

Now he could only comfort himself by repeatedly emphasizing that the Emperor Tarot needed to be made by a psychic.

But when Taylor saw the number of gargoyles hovering in the sky in the distance suddenly increase, his uneasiness reached its limit.

What a misfortune!

He turned on the phone. At this time of year, electronic communication is almost ineffective, but it is different here.

There is a wired communication line directly connected to the command center, which circumvents the swarm's shielding ability, but it is only enough to connect to the command center.

Now officers rely on shouting and chess language, and messengers or unlucky people who are pulled over to convey information.

After the call was connected, old Tychus's hoarse voice gave Taylor a rare sense of security, but he only answered sternly.

"The Carcharodon Regiment is here, hold on!"

Hold on? Taylor cursed. "That's a swarm...!"

But he only heard the phone beeping.

damn it!
Taylor watched as a large number of Temagan worms, that is, the vanguard composed of knife worms with melee weapons and gun worms with bone thorn guns, approached rapidly, and immediately asked for tactical adjustments using flag signals.

He arranged scattered foxholes and a large number of heavy machine guns ready to fire on the bunkers around the front line. In theory, this place was impregnable, but Taylor did not intend to expose those things.

They are covered with solid shelter, mostly grass, sandbags or artificial rocks, or even what looks like a raised concrete wall base.

Next, he asked the Merchant Dynasty to provide his soldiers with enough fuel and promethium heaters, as well as some coolant for their vehicles.

Those things probably couldn't be considered "weapons," so it was easy to approve them.

After all, the most sought-after things in each company are always weapons and equipment, but there is no shortage of those where Class 15 is located, they only lack people.

Taylor now waved his arms, and the flag operator simultaneously gave new flag signals, and as an aid, a long war horn sounded.

Soon, simple incendiary bombs, which were cans equipped with heaters and filled with fuel, were thrown out.

A sea of fire spread out in front of the battle line, so that when the bold and fearless insects quickly crossed the front line, their bodies would be burned.

But they are not afraid of this. Even if they are burned black, it will only obstruct their vision or cause some pain.

But the Imperial Guard soon began using homemade slingshots, bows and arrows to launch bottles and cans filled with coolant.

Then, the liquid was sprinkled on the chitin, and the sound of armor breaking was heard, and the terrifying screams of the insect swarm continued to appear.
The Imperial Guards also took advantage of the victory and began to shoot. The chitin, which had been roasted and then cooled, became much more brittle, and the bullets could easily penetrate those things.

The bugs fell like straw, leaving many soldiers from other companies stunned.

Is it possible to fight war this way?
Taylor just looked at the barely held front line with lingering fear, fearing that something might go wrong with his plan.

After all, those cans were not accumulated in a short period of time.

Fortunately, with the Emperor's blessing, it seems that he has barely survived again?
But before one wave subsided, another wave arose. Several war monsters crushed the burning flames and extinguished the residual heat of the inferior incendiary bombs with their huge bodies.

Taylor looked ashen and could only speak hurriedly.

"Close the door and release the orcs! Go!"

Flags waved and the horn blew twice.

On both sides of the battle line, the restless and angry sounds of waaaahhg and the roar of engines were heard continuously.

(End of this chapter)