Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 21 Space Husky

Some people say we are stupid and ridiculous, some people think we are barbaric and crude, but before the moment of the wolf comes, the appearance of the wolf pack is false.

————"Broken Claw.Bjorn"

Taylor returned to the camp. He sat by the warm campfire and enjoyed the rare tranquility of the night. Looking at the repaired Ferenstein, he estimated that the possibility of his survival increased a little.

The boys from Class 15 happily asked him what he saw.

Frankly speaking, Taylor only saw a group of larger Imperial Guards holding a meeting as usual.

For Taylor, everyone is a war machine serving the Emperor, and the so-called Ultramarines or Space Marines are just organizational structures created for killing.

He didn't say much in response, but simply picked up the Imperial Guard manual and said, "Let's sing the song 'How Can We Forget Terra?'"

This is a typical Skadi folk song. I heard that it was written by a wealthy Skadi high-ranking official, but there is a gap in the historical record of this song for at least 2000 years.

To be honest, no one knows how many times this song has been changed, but it is still the only thought of the earth by the people born in Skadi.

Taylor said with a smile. "Let's spend the night around the fire and dinner. No amount of rest will get us back to where we should be."

"Might as well have a good time."

He kept muttering, "Stop hiding it! You all have good stuff! Take it out of your backpacks!"

The commander ordered the guys to take out the good things they usually hid, such as delicious snacks and dried meat. They even found a bag of marshmallows that could be roasted and a few bottles of good Amsett.

This is why the soldiers are afraid of the political commissar searching their bags, so they always carry all their belongings with them.

However, drinking with marshmallows was a bit abstract, so Taylor could only go to the logistics department to spend money to get some snacks.

Frankly speaking, the mortal soldiers of the Space Marines were more difficult to deal with than the logistics of the Imperial Guard, but when a few glittering golden throne coins were sprinkled in front of them, those guys' souls were almost gone.

It seems that Macragge is not a perfect place either. Everyone needs money to take care of their wives, children and the elderly.

Taylor put the snacks from Macragge or the nearby agricultural world on a plate and heated them over the campfire. The boys ate them happily and joyfully.

Many people started bragging, and some said they could fight a greenskin with their bare hands.

Some people say they can kill someone with one shot from a hundred meters away.

Someone swore that they could tear open a Zerg brute and then use its exoskeleton to pick their teeth.

Taylor frowned.

What the hell?
"Zerg Hive Storm? Brothers, even when we're joking, we should have some basic principles, right? Are there Zerg swarms in this galaxy we're in?"

"But I really saw it." said a unkempt voice.

People looked sideways and saw a bastard wearing silver armor, holding a dirty blonde whip, with long fangs protruding from his mouth, and eating the barbecue that Taylor had obtained.

He's two meters tall! A typical Space Marine build, with a wolf head emblem on his shoulder, very different from the Ultramarines, he said with a smile.

"Why, keep drinking?"

But Class 15 was now completely silent, and no one noticed the soldier's arrival, but Taylor recognized the mark.

"Son of Russ, Space Wolves Chapter?"

The big man chuckled. "I'm a lone wolf now, staying with the Ultramarines."

"They are too rigid. They don't allow alcohol or barbecue. They are satisfied with eating some protein blocks every day."

"The only time you can relax is during a battle. If you ask me, their battle barge is even worse than your little ricket."

He laughed at the Ferenctan they had made themselves.

"This is a masterpiece! I really want to bring it back to Fenris and show it to my other brothers!"

After saying this, he looked at Taylor with his amber eyes and asked with a smile. "Are you the Imperial hero?" The Space Marine, his arms draped across his thighs, spoke to Taylor like a hive gangster.

Of course, Taylor wasn't much better, speaking like a gang leader. "No, no, we're brothers, we're destined to be together. Let's forget about heroes and space marines, let's just eat and drink together!"

But the wild wolf said.

"The night is beautiful, but the wind smells of blood. I like you. You must live on."

Taylor looked at the giant.

"Why, this is the Space Marine camp."

The wolf replied, "The orcs are much more cunning than we imagined. We've dealt them a heavy blow this time, but they won't necessarily give up. The more cornered a beast is, the more ferocious and terrifying it becomes."

He raised his head, and his dirty cheeks smelled the evening breeze.

His nose twitched slightly as he said, "I smell the stench of greenskins."

Tyler followed his example, smelling only his brothers' stinky feet and the strange smell of roasted marshmallows mixed with grease.

He cursed. "Who put barbecue sauce on the marshmallows? What a waste!"

The wolf said with a smile. "Sorry, it's me. I think this thing tastes good. It's a bit like the secret wine of Fenris!"

As he spoke, he ate the half-cooked meat with the sweet roasted marshmallows and sauce in one bite, which made Taylor, the gourmet, frown.

He secretly vowed that he would never travel to Fenris in his lifetime.

No, it’s not a world of death, and he would never go there anyway!
Taylor wanted to enjoy his dinner, but he heard some rustling sounds.

He stood up with his teeth bared, and yelled at the others, "Stop eating, put out the fire, and pack up the food. Something's coming."

He listened to the sounds of those things, and the wild one said, "You are more sensitive than I thought."

Taylor replied. "Shh, this is the secret of my survival. Just be quiet for now."

The wolf smiled and prepared his grenade launcher and chainsword. It was his favorite moment to hunt.

At the same time, Taylor heard the enemy's movements clearly and called his soldiers to get on the car.

Almost at the same time, two unique beings moved rapidly to the east and west sides of the forest respectively.

The wolf froze for a moment, then he shouted, "The enemy is over here!"

Taylor leaned out of the observation hole and replied, "I'm not going the wrong way!"

He cursed in his heart, everyone here is a Space Marine, how could it be his turn?
He just needs to survive, even if he has to go against the enemy's position!
But soon, the car collided with something strange. Taylor climbed out of the car and looked at it while holding the promethium lamp.

At the end of the light, there were actually a few sneaky special forces orcs hiding behind the bushes, holding explosives and preparing to attack!

Taylor let out a thunderous scream, which most people thought was a typical roar, and even shocked the orcs.

The Wolf Regiment's Space Marine smelled the scent of greenskin blood and laser fire, then he parted the grass in front of him, only to see the greenskin trap.

A few ridiculous fart corpses and a small device that automatically plays sounds.

The wolf warrior immediately burst into laughter.

"I didn't expect there would be such a guy among mortals!"

Taylor, with a sullen expression on his face, was holding a heavy bomb and firing at the greenskins...

And curse my bad luck again and again in my heart!

(End of this chapter)