Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 145: Fist of the Empire, Part 2
Taylor waited in his fortress for several days, but the attack was delayed. This incident was destroying his spirit, but time gradually made him relax.

What's more, Squad 15 is now responsible for the eastern section of the defense line. This is not the landing site of the Iron Warriors, and even most of the Imperial Fists do not think those guys will attack here.

Although the entire agricultural world is an endless plain, it does not mean that the plain will not be muddy or dangerous.

There is a large and difficult-to-enter fermentation swamp in the East District. The purpose of this place is to allow a large amount of nutrients to be converted into nutrients that can be used by plants through natural microbial fermentation.

In human terms, this is a planet-level composting site, and the stench is simply unbearable.

There are bubbles and a lot of methane gas from time to time. Here, just starting a fire means facing the risk of fire.

Almost no one with a brain would choose to attack here, not even the followers of Nurgle. After all, just because they stink doesn't mean they swim in excrement.

Being arranged here was basically a deliberate arrangement for Taylor by the Imperial Fists. The old captain believed that a mortal like Taylor should live longer instead of dying early from the vicious curses and attacks of the Chaos traitors.

Taylor naturally accepted such preferential treatment, and he felt a little more at ease because of it. After all, he was just a mortal and had no right to get involved in the affairs between Space Marines.

Now he fiddled with his chainsaw sword with peace of mind, wiping the black shell blade again and again.

The custom of using prey to make special chainsaw swords actually has a long history.

Some ten thousand years ago, Leman Russ, the Wolf Lord and Primarch of the Space Wolves, possessed such a weapon.

It is called the Tooth of the Kraken. It is forged from the beak of a giant monster that is several kilometers in size in the Fenris Ocean. It is so sharp that it can tear apart most known matter in the universe.

But for Taylor, this chainsaw sword was beautiful and sharp enough. He blew on the blade and rubbed it carefully twice.

"Ha..." He couldn't help laughing, as if this thing was quite beautiful to him.

In fact, this is the basis for his survival in this cruel universe and the core of achieving a truly comfortable life.

He wiped the blade with oil, maintained the chainsaw, put it back on his waist, and picked up the binoculars to look into the distance.

The bubbling, fetid swamp gurgled and spit out bubbles. Unless the opponent was crazy, no one would try to pass through such a place.

They will become targets, absolutely.

As he was thinking this, he saw black smoke crawling out from the horizon. What was that?
He adjusted the focus of the telescope and soon saw several shadows moving forward very quickly. He asked anxiously.

"Scout, can you see what's happening at 3 o'clock?"

One of the scouts looked over, with his better equipment and higher vantage point, and suddenly he stuttered. "Sir... Sir, I see a convoy crossing the swamp... They're..."

Taylor replied. "They're rolling in excrement?!"

Taylor was stunned. He had never thought that there were people who really didn't care about the situation here and were happy to tolerate the filth. Although he knew that the Iron Warriors were a legion that prioritized efficiency, he had never thought of it.

To win, they can...

Holding back the urge to vomit, Taylor began asking nearby soldiers to move closer and communicate with the headquarters.

But when he had initially completed the strategic deployment, he saw something heavy hitting the wall.

The ground shook, and the concrete, which was almost several meters thick, was deformed and kept falling into the ground in the form of gray dust. When the smoke cleared, he did not see any artillery shells.

There was an exaggerated dissolution mark at the original location, as if a lot of it had been burned by flames, and the high temperature indicated that this weapon was not a live bullet, but a laser or plasma.

To be honest, the caliber of the Imperial vehicle was quite outrageous. Taylor had only one idea in mind that could possibly produce such an earth-shaking effect.

Super heavy tank. He picked up the telescope and quickly locked onto the target.

Huge tracks, 15-meter vehicle length, two terrifying heavy weapons on the huge body, and the icon of the Iron Warriors Legion.

Now those things kicked up huge amounts of disgusting sticky mud and moved forward in a mixture of fermentation and excrement. The huge tracks provided them with abnormal power, allowing them to crush the swamp with ease.

There was a huge bulldozer in the front, which pushed away the sticky and disgusting mud directly. Relying on the terrible power brought by its huge engine, a high hill was erected next to the vehicle body.

Taylor could almost imagine the smell there now. A large amount of rotten, disgusting biomass had been deposited for several months with the help of bacteria, and now it was turned over...

vomit……

Taylor suppressed his nausea and tried to distinguish those things. Although they were eye-catching enough, Taylor's rich imagination had become a huge obstacle.

Those super-heavy tanks can now easily turn the road into solid ground.

A large number of vehicles similar to Land tanks, Rhino transport vehicles or Taifeng siege tanks equipped with heavy howitzers are following the heavy tanks and moving slowly forward.

The structure of those things is like the stuff in World War I, but they are larger in size and caliber, and their armor-piercing high-explosive shells can even destroy all concrete-cast defenses.

Their main force is three Scimitar-class super-heavy tanks.

These were used by the Space Marine Legions during the Great Crusade of M30 and M31, and during the Horus Heresy as a super-heavy vehicle.

Those three old machines might be older than the hive city on Taylor's home planet...

very good!
Taylor muttered to himself, he was finally going to fight an antique. This was six or seven thousand years older than the battle against the Terracotta Army of Qin Shi Huang...

What the hell is wrong with this world? I'm playing Space Marines, really?
But when several new volcanic cannons came in, Taylor had begun to consider whether to abandon the outer city wall.

After all, the opponent is a guy who dares to win even if he rolls in the cesspool. Compared to him, he is so spineless.

But when he remembered that this wall was built bit by bit by himself and his brothers, brick by brick, shovel by shovel, and plaster by shovel, he felt an inexplicable dissatisfaction in his heart...

He once ridiculed the Imperial Fists for their superstition about city walls and the problems they faced in defensive battles, but now it seemed he was no better than them.

After all, no man will admit that he is not hard enough or that he is not long-lasting enough.

Taylor took a deep breath of the foul-smelling air, then mustered up the courage to speak.

"Infantry, prepare armor-piercing missiles. Artillery, prepare artillery fire."

"Now, we have to fight the Space Marines and show those guys that even if you dare to march inside those things, you can't destroy our defenses!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before the Imperial Guard's artillery fire was launched, the three Scimitar's volcano cannons fired again.

Now, they completed four reloads in one minute and fired a total of 12 rounds, causing the concrete wall to shake continuously.

This made Taylor less confident, and he coughed and added.

"Of course, if the situation is not good, we can retreat. The most important thing is the manpower!" he added.

man.

It has to be soft...

(End of this chapter)