Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 293 The Stinky Coastline
The wind blowing from the sea level became like the stench of swamp water, methane.

That unpleasant smell is like a lot of plants fermenting and rotting in water, but it also represents fertile soil and new life.

Now the smell is a yellowish gas, blown in from the sea level by the monsoon, making the stench so constant that it is suffocating.

Taylor watched the approaching monster and made sure the soldiers were wearing their gas masks and full protective suits.

Frankly speaking, although they did not have the advantage in numbers, they were good at attacking from high ground and stopping the enemy with stillness. They had enough artillery and firepower to resist the invasion of demons.

This provided Taylor with a slight, small measure of peace of mind.

Secondly, the Skyfire System has suppressed the Plague Fleet's airdrops, and the number of demons cannot increase too much.

At the same time, some soldiers were pushing rocks down from the engineering area, and huge rocks rolled down with thunderous force.

The thing streaked across the long rocky area before smashing into the face of a Chaos Daemon trying to climb up the rugged rocks to the fortress.

The demon was undoubtedly shattered into pieces, and several tons of force smashed it into meat paste in an instant.

The ancient technique of throwing rocks, which has been passed down from the Middle Ages to the modern era, still seems to fulfill its due responsibilities today.

On the bright side, it at least saved the empire ammunition.

But Taylor interrupted the launch, shouting, "Pour the promethium on it, ignite it, and drop it. Don't worry about the fuel; Lord Regent Guilliman paid for it!"

This sentence really woke the soldiers up, and they immediately began to pour fuel on the rocks for free.

As huge burning rocks fall from the cliff, the reefs will cruelly scatter sparks like raindrops.

At the same time, when the sparks encountered the methane and rotten fat emitted from the Chaos Demon's body, they spread out in an instant as if they had seen fire starter.

Just a few stones turned the nearby coast into a sea of fire.

But obviously this action angered the Chaos Demon.

Now, dozens of vile plague flies hatched from the pus-filled boils of the Great Unclean One, slowly rising into the sky, carrying rotten flesh and fat with them.

As soon as the flies took off, they were shot down one by one by the snipers Taylor had arranged in advance, and turned into a ball of rotten meat that split apart in mid-air.

At this point, the battle had only begun for half an hour, and the situation was already one-sided in favor of the Empire.

After all, not to mention how high the soldiers' morale was, the natural barrier of the huge fortress built along the coast was enough to make them invincible when fighting within the atmosphere.

This is also the place that Taylor praised the most about this fortress. It is really reliable and dangerous. Taylor even feels that even if the number of demons doubled, it would be difficult to take it.

At this point, the soldiers pushed the tracked mortars into position, and when high-explosive incendiary bombs carrying incendiary shells were spit out from the muzzles of the tracked mortars, the completely burning ocean became the graveyard of the demons.

Nurgle's minions are all fat and strong, and their bodies cannot sink. Even if they try their best to swim downwards, they will be cooked by the hot sea water.

After all, as a medium, seawater has a better heat storage capacity than air. As long as you take the time to heat it, it can be turned into a real saltwater hot pot.

If there is one drawback, it would probably be the smell.

At this moment, the stench in the fortress was beyond description by human senses. A large number of churning bubbles exhaled the body odor of those demons, making the air turbid.

Even the experienced Major Devoros couldn't help but say, "Sir, something has grabbed my throat..."

Taylor answered, holding his nose. "I know. I feel like throwing up, too."

He realized that although fire attack was good, it was also a double-edged sword, which would injure ten thousand enemies but hurt eight thousand of his own men.

But the soldiers knew which was more terrifying, death or the stench, so they did not retreat. However, Taylor decisively asked most of the soldiers to end their duty.

He planned to have one-tenth of his troops continue to ignite the ocean, and the rest would return to the fortress where the air was fresher.

Then every half hour, until the demons gave up their attack.

This is no less than a job like burning excrement in a septic tank. Taylor kept muttering in his heart that he wanted Guilliman to pay him overtime pay.

Not to mention the scorching seawater, which was enough to earn him a high-temperature subsidy, the stench alone was enough to make him want to vomit his liver. Taylor probably wouldn't go near the beach again during the rest of his duty.

All I can say is, I hope the natural environment of this world can break down those things.

Demons don't leave corpses, but plagues and poisons are real.

The water supply problem for local people will also become a severe test.

Thinking of this, Taylor seemed to understand Chaos' goal.

They had no intention of taking this place from the beginning, but instead planned to send demons to pollute the water source.

If the oceans are unusable, food production and subsequent rainfall will become problems.

Polluted rainwater seeps into underground and surface rivers, and this is also the estuary of the Rick River, the world's largest river.

Obviously, famine and water shortages would be afflictions in Parmenio's world.

Chaos had no intention of winning the war quickly from the beginning.

Smelling the faint stench in the air, Taylor's thoughts raced.

He seemed to understand the situation and he said to Major Parmenio.

"Adjutant, help me write a report. I will dictate my views and you will be responsible for writing."

Parmenio asked. "Sir, why don't you do anything?"

Taylor answered directly. "Because I can't fill out a form!"

He then reported on predictions about what the world would face next, such as water shortages and agricultural shutdowns.

As the Primarch's direct officer, his speech could undoubtedly be submitted to the Primarch for review as a standard for special times.

This is Taylor's greatest contribution to the living people in this world.

At the same time, Taylor ordered the soldiers to purchase water and food, dig and store drinking water, and try to prevent pollution.

But overall, according to the judgment of the Ministry of Military Affairs, this war is regarded as the best short-term demonstration of the Empire's fight against Chaos.

And it will be written into a weekly article for publicity.

But when Taylor faced the reporter who came to interview him, he asked without hesitation, "Can you write my name?"

The narrator replied, "Of course, sir, your contributions will be remembered by many."

Taylor said immediately. "Then this was all Major DeVores's idea. I was just responsible for the execution."

The narrator's eyes immediately lit up.

The subordinate officers used their wisdom to reverse the situation in battle, which was the hottest topic in the empire during this period.

Coupled with a weekly article for Imperial soldiers of all ranks, it is clear that Major Devoros's identity is far more dramatic than that of a well-known hero.

Devoros looked at Taylor in surprise and asked, "Sir, this has nothing to do with me... I don't deserve such an honor."

Taylor replied nonchalantly, "I'm just giving you a hand. You can't really show off your skills by being a major your whole life."

“Hopefully we’ll be able to work together in the future as well.”

Devolos immediately realized that this lord was cultivating his power! Was he being noticed?

But all Taylor was actually thinking about was what to eat that night to suppress the inexplicable stench left by the devil.

(End of this chapter)