Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 17: Defense of Mawson Ride, Part 3
In the end, this car was named Frankenstein, the first scientific zombie to appear in human civilization. Just like its name, this mutant Chimera is also a thing that crawled out of a cemetery.

Because it was made from discarded vehicles, Taylor bought the same amount of metal and several good engines at the price of the scrap, which made up for the loss of the recycling yard.

About 20 throne coins are equivalent to a bottle of high-end red wine.

It hurt, but Taylor wasn't a thief; he'd used his labor and his own assets to get the engine, and he'd stolen just to make it happen.

If it had been reported normally, there would have been no result from the beginning.

Of course, this caused the officer who was in charge of him, at least the captain who was in charge of him in name, to be scolded. As an apology, Taylor specially found him and had a drink with him.

After all, he is an imperial hero. Even if he doesn't like this identity, it doesn't prevent him from using some of its privileges.

Taylor has his own set of values, what is right and what is wrong, so he did not hesitate to let his little ones start assembling this Chimera.

The result is that now, on the muddy front line, an armored vehicle covered with tree camouflage is hiding in the forest, and Taylor is sitting in its spacious and comfortable co-pilot seat, crossing his legs and drinking freshly brewed coffee.

He said to Ms. Katie in the driver's seat. "Look at that. What a beautiful day! For both Ferenstein and us, the new day won't be so bad."

Katie fiddled with the communication console and replied, "Boss, your idea is indeed good, but I have another question."

"What's that sign on our parking lot? It looks like the green-skinned Death's Skull clan's iconic white skull."

Taylor replied. "That's the Imperial Skyhawk. I know my drawing is terrible, but no one else on the team is qualified to draw that for Ferenstein."

He rolled his eyes. After all, how could an Imperial vehicle be without an Imperial Skyhawk? That would be a laughing stock.

As he spoke, Taylor looked at the narrow observation hole in the cockpit. Through the gap, he could clearly see the horizon and the greenskins who were ready to move in the distance.

They built a number of outposts on the horizon, which were quickly made of concrete and iron sheets and were obviously not made in this world.

The greenskins have their own production lines, and their source of supplies may be a greenskin dynasty in the void. Taylor can also imagine that that behemoth is the target of the Space Marines.

Maybe the greenskins in this world are just some leftovers, and the real huge greenskin kingdom is still waiting in the void.

The mere thought was enough to give Taylor the creeps, but luckily he wasn't a resident of this star region.

When he retires, he can take a cargo ship back to his home planet, or build his own room in some beautiful paradise world.

Just like in "Heidi", he wants to build a small wooden house in the Alps and live like a lonely and paranoid old man until a lovely girl knocks on his door and calls him grandpa.

By then, I must be gray-bearded, and then I will hold the child in my arms, taste the cheese roasted by the fire, and tell him how I removed those alien heads.

Then tell her that even children in the Empire have the right to execute aliens. Give her some profound Warhammer early education.

Thinking of this, Taylor grinned, and the others looked at him and said.

"What's wrong, boss?"

"He must be thinking of something evil. I told you he's green-skinned!"

"Didn't you hear that? His waaagh was so good yesterday!"

"I bet the boss must have secretly used the flesh and blood of greenskins to make wine for himself, otherwise he wouldn't be so tough."

"Isn't your statement too heretical..." Taylor looked at the two little rascals.

Taylor frowned as he listened to how those little bastards were framing him.

"I'm just thinking about my retirement."

The young soldier leaned his head against the armored plate and said, "Retire? Boss, you're still going to retire. I thought you were destined for a lifetime of loyalty to the Emperor's cause."

Taylor waved his hand. "Don't be ridiculous. Lifelong? I want to get married, have kids, and spend my retirement in peace. It's agreed that in four years, Squad 36 of the 15th SKA Regiment will be disbanded!"

The soldiers burst into laughter. "Hahaha!" They chatted and discussed how they would spend their days in four years' time. Some wanted to be hive doctors, some wanted to start businesses, and some just wanted to go home.

When people asked about Corporal Katie, the girl looked at Taylor and said, "I want to serve the sir, forever..."

This statement was met with boos from the brothers, and Taylor blushed, and he immediately tried to persuade them. "No, no, no, how can a stinky man like me waste your precious youth?"

"I know what I am, Katie, you deserve better."

Katie lowered her head and didn't answer.

"Better? Of course it's better, but I'm not worried. I've got the boss's stomach. He can't live without me now. Even if the team disbands, I won't starve to death."

"Then I'll just bite the boss."

Taylor scolded. "Can you be a little more ambitious?"

After saying this, Ms. Katie, who had her head lowered, couldn't help but laugh.

The group was playing and joking, when suddenly Roland retreated from the observation hole and said, "Something's wrong. The enemy is starting to move forward."

"They might be about to attack. Let's retreat. I see a huge convoy approaching."

Taylor said, "We could be vulnerable to enemy fire from this distance. Call higher up first and let me check the situation."

He lowered his head and looked at the damn black smoke rising from the horizon in the distance, muttering to himself, "This is weird. There are so many places here, why did they attack me?"

"Are they trying to get rid of the Empire's artillery... Shit!"

He suddenly realized that Tychus's act of transferring the artillery had almost made his camp a thorn in the enemy's side, and he had completely forgotten how tempting a front-line artillery regiment was.

Damn!

Taylor watched the smoke getting closer and closer. The green train was moving faster than they had imagined. Even though the transport vehicle was heading towards their camp, it still needed time to start.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake slightly, and Taylor saw a large number of dirty green cars, colorful, all kinds of scrap metal and dozens of madly running green mechas stumbling towards them.

What a ragtag frenzy!
Taylor cursed. "Start the engine! Damn it!"

Katie stepped on the accelerator and Ferenstein's engine belched black smoke and emerged from the bushes with a humming roar.

But starting takes time, and when their vehicles picked up speed, the green vehicles were already in front of them!

A giant green-skinned killing tin can came running towards them, wielding a chainsaw!
Taylor realized he was about to be cut in half!

But the next moment, the mecha shouted in rough low Gothic.

"Dude, I think your car is so cool, I want to ride with you!"

Taylor panicked and replied in a typical Greenskin accent, "I have my own team. I can't go with you. The boss will scold me!"

Then, the mecha waved its arms and left the vicinity of Ferenstein.

At this moment, this spliced Chimera is covered with green camouflage, and it blends in perfectly among a bunch of colorful green sports cars and mechas.

Whether it's the black smoke, the roaring engine, or the wasteland-style body...

The members of Class 15, having recovered from their shock, looked at each other in disbelief. It seemed as if they...

Being regarded as a companion by the greenskins?

(End of this chapter)