Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 282 Reunion of old friends

The camp was well hidden, a secluded temporary area within a narrow hillside, where most of the Imperial Guard were stationed.

Strictly speaking, they are not the Imperial Guard, but the local planetary guard. However, in the complex forest, those warriors who have a certain similarity with the Catachans can better shoulder the responsibility.

Under the cover of grass and trees, Taylor quickly entered the camp. Overall, the space here was not large, but it was used very efficiently.

There are Imperial sentry towers on the tall trees, dark green sentry mechas are buried behind those bunkers, and green Lemanus tanks and Chimera armored vehicles with bulldozers are also standard.

This place maintains order in an orderly manner under the attack of chaos, and therefore survives the attack of the big demon with difficulty.

When Taylor was brought in by Catachan, most of the soldiers looked at them warily.

To be honest, neither the recognizable Frenstein patchwork armored vehicle nor the full-coverage visor and armor worn on Taylor's head are obviously suitable for forest combat.

It looks hot.

In contrast, both the Catachans and the locals have green coverings on their clothes, and their skin is basically exposed, especially their tops which are basically only short-sleeved.

Of course, this is a compromise to the hot local climate, but when they face Nurgle as an enemy, such a choice seems a bit too ridiculous.

But it is also an option that cannot be chosen, after all, the full set of armor cannot be distributed on a large scale.

However, for the locals, the reinforcements that appeared just now were obviously too late. They didn't know where Taylor and his men came from, so they looked at them with vigilant and angry expressions.

They were almost terrified by the chaos, who perhaps only a few months ago had been hunters in the forest or fathers or sons in a family.

At this moment, they are all the Emperor's currency.

Taylor felt that the atmosphere here was not very good, and it was obvious that the battle situation was definitely difficult.

Timber guns and heavy artillery were completely useless in the forest. He could imagine how troublesome a resistance the powerful Nurgle demons would become when the Empire faced the Chaos invasion.

Killing a demon will come at a heavy price...

"The situation is not optimistic." Taylor said sensitively.

The Catachan colonel replied, "Anyone with eyes can see that this planet is beyond saving. Even the Imperial Navy has retreated. We are just struggling."

Taylor emphasized. "Can I take back my earlier boast?"

The colonel said. "The starport has been shut down. Welcome to our pirate ship."

Taylor pouted. "I thought Catachans didn't joke."

The colonel replied. "After all."

"I still remember the days when you gave me those strange foods called cans. It's pretty much the same as now."

"I hope to see the miracles you bring again, just like then."

Taylor blushed, then said, "Where's old Tychus?"

The colonel replied. "He's always worried around the tower."

"The situation is indeed not optimistic, but we are in the forest, so he shouldn't be so worried."

"Maybe he's on guard against something else, maybe he's waiting for something, but it's too complicated for me."

"But I know he's waiting for you. Go."

"Old friend."

Taylor nodded and walked towards the watchtower. The tower was built in an interesting way. It was on a big tree, but the inside of the tree had been hollowed out, replaced by intricate wires and winding stairs.

Complex wiring connected to the communicator made this place a natural antenna tower. Meanwhile, this giant tree had been transformed so much that it was actually still alive inside...

A tree will die without its bark, but it’s okay without its heart?
Overall, this place is like a strange spectacle. When Taylor walked up the tree bark, he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure at the end of the stairs.

He wasn't as tall and straight as he once was, but he still managed to keep the camp running, and a hint of gray appeared in his hair beneath his political commissar's cap. He wasn't as great as he once was, as if the time he spent away from the Skadi Redemption Legion had drained all his vitality.

But now, he still holds the telescope, looking at the enemies in the distance who may attack at any time and anywhere, like a statue.

Around him, countless radio stations were beeping, forcing him to lower his head from time to time to deal with those things, like a bird raising its offspring.

When Taylor got closer, before Taylor could speak, he said.

"I get angry when I hear you taking timid steps."

"Where have you been all this time? You couldn't even stay near Guilliman!"

"I get angry just thinking about you!"

Taylor said, "What kind of weather is this? Why are you wearing this?"

Old Tychus turned and said, "I am a loyal heir to the Empire. I will never tarnish my identity."

"More than that, the fangs of Chaos are approaching. It seems this camp won't last much longer."

He looked at the strategic map and stretched out his hand to let Taylor pass. When Taylor, the imperial hero, walked over, he seemed to have become that soldier again.

Old Tychus said, "Look, the red dots are where the enemy is gathering. They're closing in like a net, using the most primitive and foolish methods to get our information and location."

"This is stupid, but there's no solution. The demons' vitality is too strong, and they are fearless."

He said seriously.

"Tanran, I don't like you saying retreat or escape, but we have to choose this path now."

Taylor asked. "But this place is definitely not far from the fortress. We'll lose our last strategic depth and the dense forest where the Catachan warriors can fully utilize their combat power!"

"This represents our failure. Quitting here is just a slow suicide..."

He saw it clearly, and old Tychus naturally knew it too, but he did not think that the troops here could resist the attack of the Great Unclean One, even if it would take some time for them to find this place.

He said without hesitation. "You have no idea how powerful they are!"

Taylor replied. "I have traveled through the Warp and seen things beyond the comprehension of mortals!"

"I promised the Primarch to help, and there's no doubt Ku'Gath's army is coming for Macragge!"

"They want to strangle Guilliman by the neck, force him to fight his own brothers, force him to fight Mortarion!"

Tychus whispered. "Mortarion?"

As a veteran, although he was not clear about the betrayal of the Primarch, he was not completely ignorant.

He had fought against Chaos and gained some rare intelligence from the madness of those filthy people.

Although he didn't know the details, he could feel the seriousness of these four words.

Interestingly, after several years, Taylor, who once insisted on retreat and safety, became a war advocate.

But old Tychus became more and more timid...

But now, his madness has been ignited again, the old soldier said seriously.

"Then I'll give you command here. Solve this problem for me, soldier!"

Taylor saluted subconsciously, not because his position was higher than his, but simply because he was his teacher and former superior.

The friendship between comrades cannot be summarized by the so-called difference in military rank.

Now, the once timid man answered without hesitation. "Yes, Boss!"

(End of this chapter)