Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 371: Fire the Cannons, Blast It

Several tattered heavy anti-tank guns fired between the buildings, and the thunderous heavy shells successfully hit the tower built by the Genestealers.

The orcs shouted and charged towards the foundry area. Several green-skinned guys wearing red-painted clothes and carrying rocket backpacks quickly shuttled through the sky.

No, the Genestealer Cult will bring in the Hydra tanks looted from the Imperial Guard camp, and use heavy artillery fire to blow those red greenskins to pieces, leaving them without a single piece of armor left.

Obviously, the greenskins' attack was stupid and reckless, but before the flying greenskins died, they dropped a large amount of explosives, which finally completely blew open the Genestealer's pass.

When the Imperial Guard arrived a few days later, the pass was in ruins.

The large number of corpses gave off a stench of decay, and only the faint color on their skin could clearly reveal their race.

The armored vehicles with shovels pushed aside the bodies, and the soldiers marched into the pass. At the same time, Ferenstein came on and Taylor commented sharply.

"It was a good show, those guys were killing each other while we were regrouping."

"Look at the body of the greenskin leader. He fought with three or four pureblood Genestealers, and both sides were injured."

"They all wanted this city, but in the end, no one could get it. Even so, the Genestealers refused to open the shield."

"How cunning! A total loss is better than a single victory. They wanted to perish with us, but they didn't know that Calgar and I chose to rest and recuperate."

Taylor said with a hint of sarcasm. During this period, he had established radio contact with Calga. After making sure that they were not being monitored, they only communicated between commanders.

Now, the Ultramarines have evacuated most of the refugees to the outskirts of the city and protected them, and Calgar and his men have taken over the starport to ensure the transportation.

Support from two Knight Houses is arriving, and a Titan is ready.

Obviously, Taylor didn't need to worry too much. As long as he restarted the shield, the Empire's support would arrive.

Moreover, he has six thousand skilled fighters, the Skadi Redemption Legion and the First Guard of the Vigilant Star, and a knight mecha that has experienced hundreds of battles.

The soldier didn't even get off the mecha once during these few days, and only drank food and water through the small window.

He fought for a long time and bought Taylor a lot of time, but according to him, he hadn't fought enough.

Like a guy addicted to shooting games, he was almost addicted to fighting and death, compared to the ancient family precepts and the long and boring war meetings.

Maybe Taylor won't see that madman until the Vigilance Planet is safe, but when he's not fighting, he will take the initiative to protect the soldiers' retreat and help the Imperial Guard clean up large wreckage.

Probably not a bad guy.

As the massive body of the Knight mech stepped over the bodies that had just been cleared and passed by Taylor's Ferenstein, his voice came over the radio.

"Thank you for bringing me war, something I longed for."

"Now, I ask your permission to proceed, sir."

"Tyler, Baron!"

"Let me ignite my engines, burn my pistons, and thunder my fury upon my enemies!"

"This is the fate of my family, continuing from the Dark Ages to this day..."

He said it so boldly that Taylor checked the data slate three times to determine when he had agreed to the knights entering the battle line.

But he doesn't care.

Taylor added fuel to the fire. "Take the first three areas, and I'll put in a good word with the Mechanicus. Then I'll give you a big one."

The knight replied. "That's what I've been waiting for! Arrange 300 followers for me and I'll take it down immediately!" It was a foundry, clearly a tough nut to crack. After a moment's thought, Taylor agreed to dispatch 300 Skadi brothers to help.

Afterwards, he stood on a ramp, almost slacking off and watching the war in the distance.

Pick up the coffee cup, lean against Ferenstein, and watch the knight's performance behind the sandbag.

Dark armor swept across one side of the battle line, and in front was a factory with smoke rising from it, where the Genestealers had defended themselves against many attacks from the Greenskins.

The corpses of those mushrooms almost piled up into a mountain, and of course the defenses made of concrete and sandbags were also in danger.

Most members of the Genestealer sect are still reinforcing their bunkers, praying to the Great Devourer they believe in to help them overcome the difficulties.

But after the vibration sound came, the huge mecha took the lead and crashed through the barricades and bunkers made by the gene stealers in front, and then used heavy artillery fire to directly destroy the enemy's firepower points.

Each bullet exploding in the enemy position looked like a bomb exploding, raising a lot of dust and debris.

Death followed in fragments and explosions. Both the greenskins who were looking forward to the next war and the frightened genestealers cheered up and joined in the fight.

The three parties are fighting in a group. The greenskins are bombarding the walls, the gene stealers are dealing with the mechas, and the knights are killing the greenskins indiscriminately, but the order will change the next moment.

Projectiles and explosives, shrapnel and sulfur, the whole camp was like a fireworks display, and when the molten and plasma bursts began, things started to get a little too much.

The Genestealers increased their defenses, the Greenskins recruited more guys, and the entire foundry was inexplicably firing, as lively as the New Year, except that those "firecrackers" were indeed deadly.

At this moment, Taylor had actually realized that something was wrong, but he just said it lightly.

"Almost done. Call the artillery up and blow up the aliens and heretics here first."

"The small factories don't matter. There aren't that many people who need supplies right now, so just keep the big ones."

"Well, how did you say it?"

"Give him a blast!"

At this point, the earthquake cannon was pulled onto the platform. Not to mention the hoarse wail of the transport vehicles' engines, the sound of the artillery fire alone was enough to deafen people.

A large number of projectiles fell like raindrops, but the number was actually not large, so Taylor needed maximum lethality.

Of course, the knight mecha had already received the message and found a safe area.

After the artillery fire stopped, Taylor walked through the casting area full of craters. Looking at the body fragments and soil mixed together on the ground, he did not hesitate to ask the soldiers to burn it and then pour concrete on it.

Greenskin? Even the Bonebreaker himself wouldn't be able to grow anything in this awful place!

Taylor had found a large building to use as his command post. With one-third of the foundry now in his hands, all he had to do was take steady steps...

Thinking of this, Taylor's thoughts were praised, because several guys in red robes were slowly opening the door of the factory in front of him, coming out from inside, and talking.

"My Om Messiah!"

"The Imperial Army? We're saved! And there's this Martian Poison Blade! Thanks to the Myriad Gods!"

Taylor had sharp ears and immediately replied, "Bane Blade?"

"The Emperor, please explain this to me clearly!"

(End of this chapter)