Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 192 The Ancient Visitor, Part 2
Frankly speaking, it's quite reassuring to be able to fight alongside my old comrades.

Now several heavy knight mechas are maintaining the front line, and those black legion warriors find it difficult to move forward.

The situation was being suppressed by them, but Taylor also noticed one thing.

That is, they no longer have the concept of logistics.

The bullets were not endless. On the contrary, because Cadia's retreat was too hasty, the weapons and equipment they could take away were only the minimum.

Of course, Taylor couldn't complain about not having weapons and equipment. After all, they were just a defeated army and now they should consider how to survive.

Half an hour later, the first to stop firing was the Basilisk self-propelled artillery.

After all, those heavy artillery pieces are quite heavy and obviously not suitable for carrying in the current situation.

It seemed as if everything was destined for them to engage in hand-to-hand combat. It would be better to say that those cannons could fire for another half hour to weaken the enemy, which would be a blessing from the Emperor.

In today's increasingly fierce battle front, half an hour is really crucial.

Taylor muttered. "It's really fucked up, Taylor. Look at how I'm going to get through this damn day."

"That guy Abaddon is sticking to you like a piece of taffy. This is unique in the galaxy."

"Must be because you spanked him on Cardia."

"Or maybe Erebus is spreading rumors right now. Who knows?"

He talked to himself as if trying to relax a little, but when a large number of Chaos cultists crawled out of the bombed craters, Taylor still had to ask the soldiers to pick up their weapons and equipment.

Ferenstein was not actually a combat vehicle, it was a mobile command room, so Taylor planned to let it retreat first, but his plan was soon shattered.

The enemy was not stupid either. Soon several heavy gunboats flew over Taylor's head. It was obvious that they had seen the position of the command vehicle.

Due to lack of logistics, the Hydra anti-aircraft tank stopped working a few minutes ago.

To be honest, this was the first time Taylor had fought such a poor war. During the poorest days last time, at least the Empire provided him with a steady supply of explosive bombs to maintain his air defense capabilities.

He watched the gunboats soar through the sky while frantically strafing the ground, and immediately warned the soldiers to take cover where they could.

Clearly, they were on the defensive, and Taylor now had to figure out how to get that thing down.

But he doesn't have the same strong psychic current as the Grey Knights, so how can he deal with three or four sturdy and terrifying Chaos Thunderhawks?

Damn it!

He thought hurriedly, but the temperature inside Franstein began to rise due to the constant shooting of the gunboats.

It's getting hotter here, and sooner or later the engine will ignite, even if it's freezing here!
They couldn't penetrate Frenstein's shell, but the heat left by the bullets was real...

Ferenstein could only speed up and try to run to other places to avoid it, but it was only temporary.

Taylor raised his head with sweat on his face.

"Can we make explosives by hand?"

His words startled the others.

Rub your hands?

While the Engineer Corps may have similar equipment, such as hydraulic pliers or cutters, gunpowder can also be replaced by removing the primer from automatic weapon ammunition.

But this idea is a bit too exaggerated.

Because explosive bombs are actually quite complex small missiles, equivalent to the miniaturization of rockets, they have quite exaggerated range and penetration.

Even on the Empire's technological worlds, only a small number of hive cities and Imperial forge worlds with sufficient production capacity can produce explosive bombs.

Rubbing your hands on a battlefield like this? This statement was no less than asking an outsider to build a nuclear bomb. But Taylor didn't care about that now. He picked up the communicator and began to give orders to the engineering troops.

He used to have a good relationship with the orcs, so he knew how they made those things. The method was not much different from ordinary bullets, except that the process was slightly more complicated.

After about a few minutes, the first batch of test bombs were produced.

Boxes of projectiles were loaded into anti-aircraft tanks.

But no one knows what the result will be, will it explode, spontaneously combust, or will it actually be launched?

Taylor actually knew best that those hand-made problematic weapons were considered successful just by being inserted into the magazine, let alone firing.

However, the hovering gunboats now seriously hindered the command system and provided the enemy with an opportunity to advance. If they did not want to be completely destroyed, they had to fight back.

He said. "Fire!"

Then I silently prayed for the emperor’s blessing.

But soon, after one clicking sound after another, the projectiles were really fired from the anti-aircraft gun. It might be because the projectiles used by Hydra were larger in caliber, or it might be because of the Emperor's blessing.

Or to be a little disloyal, the greenskins thought that since the Skaldi were so good at fighting, they were probably also very waagh.

Those waaghs allowed these greenskin-imitating projectiles to be successfully fired, and that was the answer.

But the result was good. A burst of artillery fire like raindrops caught the gunboats off guard, and the Hydra that stuck its head out from behind the bunker became a nightmare for those things!

Those black thunder eagles fell like birds with broken wings, emitting smoke, their fate was over.

When Taylor saw the gunboat was cleared, he nervously stuck his head out to see the situation of the battle.

Frenstein was now pitted and dented, with dents all over the armor.

He picked up the telescope and saw that the mortal cultists had broken through to a hundred meters in front of the trench, and the knight melee in the distance also ended with the Mechanicus' defeat.

The ground was washed by the shells into the gray-brown color that Taylor was familiar with, a disgusting color!

At the same time, the Space Marines were broken through and they were defeated again and again because a huge black shadow was there, it was Abaddon himself.

He descended to the battle line, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the Empire!
The living saint hovered in the sky, fighting Abaddon again and again.

The Black Templars Champion tried his best to deal with Abaddon.

Now, Taylor could see how the damned Chaos Warmaster laughed as he killed Space Marines, an Ultramarines struck by his blade and the blood never stopped flowing.

A curse? Perhaps worse, but before Taylor could take in the details, the Chaos Cultists charged.

They shouted the name of the Chaos God and prepared to end the war with a force ten times greater than the Imperial Guard, who were also running out of ammunition and food.

Frankly speaking, Taylor only had a few days' worth of fuel and less than fifty rounds of ammunition on his body. His artillery had been completely shut down and his explosives had been completely fired.

Who knows, Taylor thought this was the end of the war, dying like a hero, which was actually not bad?
Perhaps his name would go down in history, recorded in the storybooks of this world, as one who witnessed the last day of Cadia, who had defeated the Chaos Gods.

It’s already pretty good…

He was tired and just wanted to eat something, and then hope that his body could be as intact as possible.

But obviously, the Emperor did not want this ending.

After a strange low roar, blue light covered the hellish battlefield.

The Webway gate was gleaming with an abnormal luster, and support they had never expected was appearing.

That is, pointed ears, white and black armor, a graceful figure and weapons and equipment that look like biological matter.

That is, the Eldar?
(End of this chapter)