Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 369 Greenskin Invasion
Taylor wanted to kiss the metal engine that belonged to him alone.

This thing is like his mother's second womb. After all, since it was pieced together by them in Franstein, it has created countless miracles. Secondly, for Taylor, this thing has saved him countless times!
He loves this engine as much as he loves his other brothers, and even if we only look at the importance, he might give Ferenstein a higher priority.

He now wished that this engine would be lubricated with the best oil and maintained by the most powerful mechanical sage to tell this ancient yet young machine spirit.

He's so cute!

Now the Skadi began to attack quickly, with three large companies forming a dense cross-fire network, and the target was also the easiest.

Send the vehicle in!
The sense of security brought by the firepower network formed by a large number of explosive bombs and plasma is definitely not low, which gives Taylor, who is already exhausted, a lot of confidence.

When the veteran of the 4th Company drove the Frenstein to break through the enemy's encirclement and blockade and drove past the feet of the huge Knight mecha, Taylor spoke hurriedly into the radio.

"Hurry up, drive my sweetheart to the side! Right here, don't bump into anything!"

The girl from Lightling couldn't help but complain. "Boss, it's not afraid of being bumped!"

Taylor said. "Impatient people get confused!"

He stuffed the Governor's sister and the brothers who followed him into the Ferranstein and other armored vehicles, and began to move quickly towards the location of the Knight Mech.

As the firepower network becomes more and more dense and Taylor returns to the command vehicle, the real Skadi First Redemption Legion's edge can no longer be stopped by those reptiles in the sewers.

The First Redemption Corps destroyed the barricades or defensive works designed by those guys almost with ease. Their speed was extremely fast. Basically, when they arrived at an area, the molten metal and plasma would destroy all the obstacles.

Only a pile of charcoal-like ruins was left, making it impossible to tell what it was.

Taylor is now sitting inside Ferenstein, commanding the battle situation, and frankly says that the current known intelligence is not optimistic.

The entire hive was overflowing with Genestealer bastards, and the entire city had almost become their property.

But the most serious situation is the core area inside the hive, which is the casting area controlled by the Mechanicus.

Not only does the void shield operate there, but the world's few weapons, equipment, ammunition and food are also forged here.

That's right, food! In the resource-scarce hive, most of the food is "corpse starch." Those so-called corpses are actually by-products of promethium extraction.

In other words, it is similar to asphalt and plastic extracted from petroleum, but promethium is a complex substance and its byproduct is starch.

Obviously, this is not scientific, but what the oil man came up with is obviously closer to metaphysics.

Perhaps, the Emperor did not want the large number of hive residents in the Empire to starve, so he made those bland and disgusting things.

Starch block.

Even so, those things are still the core food source for the residents of the empire. If the foundry area stops working, the already half-dead supply end inside the hive will obviously be even worse.

Taylor looked at the strategic map and quickly thought about what to do. Calgar was resisting the greenskins on the edge of the city, but his resource supply was blocked by the Genestealer sect.

Obviously, Taylor is not optimistic about the current situation.

So he quickly realized that he needed to protect the forging area and then maintain a supply line sufficient to support the Space Marines, like a blood transfusion tube to provide new strength to the depleted front line.

It's like cutting the throat of a suffocating person so that he can still breathe.

Taylor said. "Almost. Attack the foundry."

"We need weapons and equipment supplies, and we also need to protect that place."

"I'd like to say that, but asking me to break through something and advance through this quagmire is worse than asking me to fight wild beasts."

This made the young governor say in fear. "Sir! Please don't say that!" She said this with a frozen expression and a sad face.

"If the Skadi cannot defeat the enemy, it seems the Emperor has also doomed my family to end today..."

"Perhaps this is fate, but please allow me to get off the car and find those aliens who stole my family's honor, and let me die with them!"

She picked up a cheap weapon that didn't suit her station or her fine clothing, a low-quality shell ejector made in a crude underground factory and supplied to the most numerous Genestealer cultists.

That crude thing was basically a firing mechanism and a water pipe. Although it could fire continuously, it didn't even have a real crosshair.

But now she is no different from it, just a broken and inferior product.

Until Taylor cursed. "What are you thinking? I said we have to go around the enemy. I don't want to waste energy fighting those things that we can't kill!"

"Come, go through the side roads in the city area. There are no strategic roads or pipelines there."

"As long as you try not to fire, you won't be easily discovered."

"Alright, get ready. Arrange the soldiers to hide. Veterans, grab your light weapons and power swords. Get ready to sneak into the side passages and eliminate the enemy first. Then the main force will move in!"

At this moment, the Governor was first moved, and then confused.

She asked. "My Lord? You mean, annihilate? And then infiltrate? How can these two terms be so different?"

"And you put them together?"

Taylor answered as a matter of course. "Of course it's because it's the safest way. As long as we kill them all, we won't be discovered."

As he spoke, Taylor suddenly heard an abnormal buzzing sound and he raised his head slightly to look out the window.

"No, it seems there is nothing for us to do."

The Governor said. "What's going on?"

Taylor picked up the telescope and looked at the sky where a large number of orc aircraft were entering the urban area and dropping the green boys.

Those dark green guys fell like raindrops, but without any hindrance. It seemed that the Void Shield had been stopped by the Genestealer Cult.

In other words, the foundry area had fallen, and they found enough molten metal to blow the place open.

Or find a substitute for the Governor's bloodline, such as...

A hybrid genestealer with the Governor's genes?
However, they miscalculated one thing, that is, Calgar did not fight back against the greenskins, but instead allowed a large number of greenskin troops to enter the urban area.

Only then did Taylor realize that the Extreme Warriors had already made arrangements for evacuating residents and stockpiling supplies during this period.

Apparently, Calgar will abandon the city in exchange for a dog-eat-dog fight with the aliens.

When two tigers meet, there will be a fight.

Taylor only needs to sit back and watch the fight between the two tigers, and then he will reap the benefits.

He said without hesitation. "Find cover, defensive posture."

"Let's set up camp, light a fire, have some tea and rest!"

(End of this chapter)