Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 332 Taylor's "Ingenious Calculation"

Knock on the side of the boiler, scoop out the broth foam, simmer over low heat, and simmer for a long time.

Taylor watched the fresh meat bubbling in the water, the aroma of the lamb wafting to his lips.

The promethium stove was burning slowly under the iron pot, and a few pieces of white mutton were rotting inside, with oil floating on them.

Taylor read. "Add two ounces of chili powder and some salt, and it'll definitely warm you up tonight..."

There is a little more chili powder on the oil, which makes it look red and appetizing. It is said that I got this from the female governor last time when I was in the dark side of the empire. I wonder if the situation over there is still optimistic?

Thinking of this, he complained to himself. "With the Primarch there, what's there to be optimistic about? Abaddon will be beaten like a son by the old man."

After saying that, he picked up the damn starch block of the empire and dipped it in, stirred it twice, and ate it all in one gulp with the aroma of the oily soup.

The starch block now becomes soft from hard and hot from cold.

Just roll it twice on your tongue, and swallow it when the temperature drops slightly. Let it go down your throat until your stomach feels warm.

He exhaled hot air, looked at the snowflakes falling in the sky, and said, "Sister Leitlin, boy Roland, come and eat, come and eat!"

Roland said humorlessly, "Boss, look at the battle line, not the pot. That promethium is for driving, not cooking for you!"

"We have a cafeteria downstairs with endless good wine and barbecue. Why do we have to cook it ourselves?"

Taylor cursed. "Oh, you don't understand!"

"Boil this Fenris goat in snow water over low heat. It tastes much better than any messy barbecue."

"Secondly, there are the wolf cubs of Fenris on the battlefront. They eat the meat and the soup, devouring everything. What's the point of us doing that?"

He walked over with the pot in his hand. This was the outer side of the Wolf Fang Fortress. It was high and cold, with the strong wind blowing towards his face. Only with the help of the hot steam from the soup did Taylor dare to stand guard here.

He is not the kind of person who can endure hardship. Such suffering is naturally borne by whoever loves him!
He was now facing the cold wind and sniffed.

"Roland, just one bite, it's rare that you made such a big pot."

"Cooked until tender and delicious, come on, come on!"

As he spoke he looked out at the battle lines, where the wolves were almost predictably tearing at the flesh of their enemies.

Although the demons are almost endless, the Wolf Lord has already figured out how to crack this problem.

They dug out the crystal fragments from the ground, and then angrily crushed them into powder. After the psychic medium was destroyed, the Thousand Sons wizards lost the ability to summon demons.

Or they could simply perform a decapitation operation, tearing the wizard's head off and stopping their blasphemous act of psychic energy.

Taylor said. "They were clearly pissed off."

"The Emperor is above."

"I don't want to make them angry in the future."

At this point, the images suddenly became blurred, and a strange curtain covered the area. At the same time, dozens of airdrop pods and several psychic rifts appeared.

They crossed an unknown distance and suddenly appeared in front of the Wolf Fang Castle, while the Wolf Group soldiers behind them were still unaware of it.

And Ahriman, the Lord of Sorcerers, wearing a horned helmet, was sighing at how successful his plan was.

He looked at the empty fortress in front of him, as if he saw the burning Prospero, his hometown, his dream!

Taylor said in disbelief. "Roland, does Fenris lamb cause hallucinations? Help me check the Imperial Infantry Manual..."

Roland said. "I don't think that's the problem, Boss. Even if I don't look up those things, I can understand them because I saw them too!"

"The Emperor is above all else. Secondly, sir, you forgot that the beasts of Fenris are not recorded."

"Basically no one can live to see those things, let alone record their situation?"

Taylor rubbed his head. "Then I think I understand. If we haven't gone crazy over the same pot of mutton, then the best answer is that the nightmare has come true..."

"It's a good thing I didn't leave the fortress, but it's also my fault that I didn't leave the fortress."

"It's such a difficult decision. If we leave here and dance with the wolves, the fortress will be destroyed."

"Among them, tens of thousands of mortal servants are related to the future genes of the Wild Wolves..." "And their hopes of quickly forming a new fighting force will be shattered!"

"How I wish I were kept in the dark right now!"

"But fortunately, I didn't."

He spoke into the radio in a tangled voice. "The Thousand Sons are invading. They are members of the Traitor Legion. Clearly, we don't need to hold back!"

"Prepare the heavy artillery and deal with the wizards with unwavering conviction. You all know how to deal with Space Marines!"

Roland said in disbelief. "Boss, did you know this was possible?"

"Can you predict Chaos's plan?"

Taylor said frankly. "All I can say is, the more you slack off, the greater your responsibility..."

He gritted his teeth, picked up his bolter and fired at the Space Marines below, while ducking into cover, firing with one hand and eating his lunch with the other.

After all, mutton soup is not to be missed!
However, their stubborn resistance was obviously beyond Ahriman's calculations. He had predicted that the defense here would not be able to maintain the front line, allowing his brothers to quickly occupy the outside of the fortress.

But as dozens of heavy mortars began to sing, and as heavy craters appeared on the snowy plains of Fenris, Ahriman realized what variable he had overlooked.

At the same time, several high-explosive bombs fell from the sky, which would blow the wizard to pieces if nothing unexpected happened.

But Ahriman did not panic. He just raised his arm, and a strange psychic shield appeared beside him as if time had been stopped.

A wizard exclaimed. "Time Veil?"

"My lord, your skills are truly perfect."

"Tzeentch should give you authority, just as he did to the great demons."

"Those birdmen with holes in their heads can't match your wisdom, not even one ten-thousandth of your wisdom, especially that two-headed bird named Carlos!"

Ahriman said, "There is no point in saying more. Rather than so-called authority, rather than the name of the ever-changing, wisdom and knowledge are what we seek. This has been the case for millennia."

"If the Empire gives me a chance, I will help them..."

"I praised the light of the Lord of Mankind, but that shining thing destroyed my dreams!"

"Now, blood debt must be paid with blood, no matter how right it is."

At this point, the curtain had expanded to cover the entire battle line, and artillery shells weighing thousands of pounds seemed to be suspended in mid-air, and then fell powerlessly.

Because the impact was insufficient, it failed to explode at all, allowing the red Space Marines to stride over it.

Seeing this scene, Taylor first persuaded himself not to panic, and then said.

"Be prepared to conceal yourselves, and all units prepare power swords and heavy bolters."

"It will be close combat next. Don't expose yourself and don't waste ammunition!"

"Learn from Catachan, as deadly as the forest!"

"By the way, Roland, remember to arrange for someone to pick up those shells after the battle!"

"Don't use the unexploded bombs. Take care of those guys who sold them to the hive."

"Ms. Krieger, please remember to indicate that the report has been fired."

Krieger said seriously, "This doesn't meet my standards..."

Taylor asked. "So, tell me, did you hit it?"

"Anyway, I'm sure to make some extra money this time!"

"I didn't betray my brothers, so why are you just turning a blind eye?"

"The money that was exchanged is from the logistics department, it's just from the right pocket to the left pocket!"

The Krieger girl sighed helplessly and cursed. "I was really blind to follow a commander like you..."

(End of this chapter)