Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 15: Defense of Mawson Ride, Part 1
Raindrops fell from Taylor's helmet and then dripped down the sides of his eyes, making it look like he was crying.

He lay in the dirt, looking at the enemy's position through a telescope, and then muttered to the data tablet.

"b36a5, b36a5..."

He repeated it about three or four times, because right in front of him was an agitated orc mecha making a creaking sound.

The thing was yellow in color, with a blue and white skull icon painted on it. A huge chainsaw gear was embedded in its right hand. It was about ten meters tall and a head smaller than the Knight Titan.

They work in groups of two or three and are responsible for the so-called surveillance mission, which is to find the weak points of human defense.

Their joints were creaking. According to Taylor's understanding, there was a green-skinned beast embedded in such things. At their feet followed several smaller green-skinned mechas of the same color, about 5-6 meters high.

The big one is called a Fear Can and the small one is called a Killing Can. They are driven by the greenskins and their fart pets respectively.

The small ones are not difficult to deal with, as their armor can be easily penetrated by explosive bombs, but the big ones can only be dealt with by melta guns.

For Taylor, the situation was less comfortable, as he now hid in a front-line bunker covered with brush.

There were three people in a group, and it was a small flat trench. Each person was 10 meters apart, and the groups were scattered everywhere.

Such tactics can maximize the efficiency of reconnaissance, and it is difficult for the enemy to take down a single defensive position. When the enemy's light infantry attacks, teammates on the other side can provide fire support.

The Makino Line is made up of countless intersecting holes, and victory was achieved through sacrifice and bravery.

Of course, Taylor sternly refused to lie down here, but he could not resist the order from above.

Beyond the reputation of being a feudal aristocrat or an imperial war hero, he was also a soldier.

But the old man Tychus considered the devastating blow that the death of a hero would cause to morale, and finally put Taylor on one side of the front line.

It was less likely to be attacked here, so Taylor was happy to be stationed here.

At this moment, he opened the military rations and squeezed the soft liquid food with sticky liquid into his mouth.

This stuff tastes like salty toothpaste, and the package says it's Norman's Grilled Fish flavor, and there's a line of small print on it.

[Please do not consume this food continuously for more than one week. Overdose may cause diarrhea, vomiting, dizziness and shock.]

The fact that the Empire can write this means that the actual effect should be even more exaggerated.

Taylor rolled his eyes. If he stayed here for more than three days without anyone replacing him, he would run away immediately!
Because Taylor could feel that the tarpaulins were useless because of the heavy rain, making his butt wet and a smell of mud filling his nostrils.

However, this task is not entirely useless.

Taylor was looking at the green mechas, slurping his lunch and looking forward to it.

Soon, a vibrating roar came from afar, and after a rapid buzzing sound, several high-explosive armor-piercing shells fell in front of the mecha.

The orc pilot was obviously stunned for a moment, and the machine immediately stopped in place. Then a huge hot mushroom cloud rolled up, and the Empire's high-explosive bombs, like the anger of the Emperor, instantly vaporized part of those mechas.

The pitch-black front of the aircraft fell to the ground, and all the noises stopped, leaving only the sound of raindrops washing down.

So cool...

This was Taylor's only entertainment during this period. To be honest, he could watch like this for the rest of his life. No matter how many times, those damn alien machines were blown up, it would enhance his insignificant sense of security.

He had been bound by the "fear of insufficient firepower" for both of his lives, but just thinking that there was a well-equipped artillery regiment here, ready to respond to his calls anytime and anywhere was enough to make him feel good.

Secondly, this small pit is actually much more comfortable than people imagine. Apart from those dark and damp places and this damn raindrop, there is also food. There is about three square meters of space, a wet sleeping bag and two cute pets, two local rodents.

Taylor fastened them to his gun with shoelaces and fed them some military rations when he had nothing to do.

And the excrement can be taken care of at night when there is no one around. It is even freer here than in the camp, except that there are orcs across the street.

If he weren't so close to death, Taylor might have loved this place, like, tried some wood carving or read a book?

I have to say that Taylor is really a master at finding joy in adversity. If not, he would have gone crazy long ago.

He teased the two rats and then reported the location of the next group of orc mechs.

That's life, it's not bad once you get used to it.

A few days later, Taylor counted the number of mechas he had destroyed and felt that there must be at least ten of them. He heard the soldier who was communicating with him on the communicator say that he would be awarded a Purple Heart Badge.

Taylor didn't care about the badge. The important thing was that it also came with a good allowance, and the badge was priceless to many nobles.

A Terra Star Badge can be exchanged for a manor on the paradise planet.

However, if this transaction is discovered, the Military Affairs Department will severely punish them by sending several people to find a way to erase the impact of this matter.

This also includes soldiers who did this and had nothing to do with loyalty.

However, usually, top honors such as the Terra Star Badge are only awarded to Imperial war heroes.

To be honest, it's equivalent to defeating the attacks of Chaos Space Marines and leading your own comrades.

Apart from those chosen by the Emperor, Taylor felt that the planet Terra hardly belonged to mortals, and ordinary people like him would definitely not have the chance.

But when the soldier who was taking over the shift came over, it was a young man, probably also a soldier of the 36th Skadi Regiment. He looked at Taylor with admiration and spoke in extremely fanatical words.

"Sir, I'm here to relieve you! And the Military Affairs Department has decided to issue badges to our regiment. If nothing goes wrong, you'll have quite a few!"

Taylor climbed out of the mud pit in confusion and asked, "Huh? What did I do?"

The soldier looked at Taylor and said, "The emblems you've already confirmed are the Winged Skull (Command Honor) and the Iron Eagle (Die Hard)."

"Before the decisive battle, the Military Affairs Department hopes to rely on a medal awarding ceremony to boost morale."

Taylor hesitated, then spoke.

"What's the use of that? The war before us doesn't need those honors, but more soldiers and opportunities."

He looked pessimistic, but the soldier hastily added, "My lord, that insignia will be brought by the Space Marines! The Emperor's Angels!"

"They will also join the battlefield and tear through the enemy's defenses!"

But Taylor's thoughts raced around in his head.

In the future, Space Marines will represent only one thing.

That means the war here has reached the point where superhumans need to intervene!

(End of this chapter)