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Chapter 43 Krieg Legion, Part 2
The Krieg Legion launched a defensive battle with the Zerg at night. During the fierce battle, Taylor witnessed the madness of Krieg.

In order to better command, his base was selected as Krieg's core staff, which is the so-called commander fighting on the front line and leading the army in person.

This is understandable. The commander of Krieg is a veteran of Krieg. Their concept of military rank is that the higher the position, the more work one has to do.

Ordinary soldiers only think about how to kill the enemy and die, but officers have to consider more, such as how to kill the enemy better.

The good news is that Taylor met the female political commissar, an old acquaintance. Although they only met once, she should be the only normal person in the entire camp.

The Krieg Guards veterans who arrived here started digging bunkers immediately, but they soon realized that the bunkers dug by Squad 15 were more standard than they had imagined.

Whether it was the suitable resting areas, the reinforcement points beneath each trench, or the excavated storage rooms, each one was built to Imperial standards while being modified to suit the local soil.

There are also many small devices used to defend against enemy stealth assassinations.

After the masked men finished their hesitant and somewhat nervous groping, a Krieg veteran walked up to Taylor and patted him on the shoulder.

Then he gave him an engineer shovel.

It was hard to understand through the heavy breathing, but Taylor could still vaguely hear the old soldier speaking to him.

"Passed."

what?
Taylor was stunned by this. Although digging bunkers was indeed the specialty of Class 15, it shouldn't be recognized by Krieg, right?
No, what's wrong with this engineer shovel? Is it a local specialty of Krieg?

He wanted to say something, but when he saw those silent soldiers standing behind the bunker and starting to stand guard, their serious and reliable appearance made even a carefree person like Taylor unable to say anything funny.

And now, an officer came over. He looked like most Kriegs, wearing a gas mask and a brown windbreaker, and spoke in an almost emotionless tone.

"Hero, come to the command center."

His, no, her voice was as light and feminine as the breeze, and the thought surprised Taylor.

Female Krieger.

Taylor thought this thing didn't exist.

Aren't they all clones, or are they truly born naturally?
Seeing Taylor staring at her silently, the woman, Krieger, emphasized, "Show us your tyrant-killing spirit. We're not playing house."

Taylor laughed. "I thought Krieg had no thoughts other than sacrifice and death."

She didn't answer, but walked into the makeshift command room. Taylor followed her in and saw a group of people in windbreakers and gas masks of similar build gathered together.

The only two people wearing normal military uniforms looked like troublemakers who didn't fit in.

The political commissar looked at Taylor with a sympathetic expression.

"You'll get used to it." She said with a wry smile.

The female Krieg walked over to the commander's seat and said, "The previous commander died in the Battle of Cratus, and I am your successor."

"Any objections?"

The others answered like machines. "No!"

Then the woman picked up the tactical tablet, and for the first time, Taylor witnessed a tactical discussion without any discussion or argument. The discussion simply treated soldiers as expendable items, with numbers and sacrifices as the regular scale.

In the end, they were convinced that victory could be achieved with the loss of around 15 Krieg soldiers, which they considered a "reasonable" loss.

half!
If it were the 36th Skadi Regiment, they would at most tolerate a loss of one-third, but they seemed to take half of it as commonplace!

That's a full 15 people, enough to fill the range visible to the human eye, and a person might not see that many people in their entire lifetime.

It's like 15 grains of rice in their mouths, disappearing in an instant. No, even 15 grains of rice are enough to feed many people!
Although Taylor knew about this situation and had heard of Krieg's reputation, he couldn't help but be shocked.

When the meeting ended and the soldiers withdrew normally, Taylor looked at the empty conference room and asked.

"Why should I come here?"

The woman, Krieg, looked at Taylor and replied in a dispassionate tone. "Baron Taylor, the tyrant's slayer, a war hero. If you can inflict further damage to the node creatures, the losses can be recalculated."

"We paused for 0.5 seconds three times during the meeting. We hoped you would express your opinion, but you chose to remain silent."

Taylor cursed. "0.5 seconds?! I thought you were pausing normally!"

"Don't you know that humans can't communicate telepathically?" the woman replied. "The opportunity for war is fleeting. I just need an answer. Can you inflict another severe blow to the Zerg node?"

Taylor replied immediately. "Impossible! The tyrant has been resurrected. If it doesn't seek revenge on me, everyone will be happy."

The woman was silent, looking at Taylor.

"You are very different from what was rumored."

This sentence was strange, and Taylor seemed to sense the disappointment in it.

At this moment, he couldn't help but wonder if Krieg was really emotionless, if he could really see 15 of his compatriots die and feel that this was just an "acceptable loss."

He smiled again, as if mocking himself. Krieg was Krieg, how could he care?

He picked up the water on the table and took a sip, trying to distract himself, but ended up drinking a mouthful of ice-cold water.

He cursed with a grin. "What's going on? You can't even get a sip of hot water during the meeting?!"

He was not used to it and was fed up with it. Most people in the empire liked to drink tea, and he had grown up drinking hot water in his previous life. In his team, kettles had the same priority as ammunition.

But these Kriegers are actually drinking raw water, this is raw water!

What's the difference between drinking this and drinking insect fluids? This is a garrison, not a battle line.

The lady tilted her head slightly, as if to express her incomprehension.

She replied. "Hot water wastes fuel and time, and cold water is just as effective in maintaining human function."

Taylor replied. "No, hot water maintains body temperature, effectively kills pathogens, and helps many things dissolve quickly in water."

"Just think about it, if you add sugar and coffee to it and drink a pot of it, the soldiers will be happy for a day."

The girl replied. "I don't understand."

"Taking them separately will have the same effect."

Taylor waved his hand, and the girl, Lightlin, understood and brought over a kettle, a bag of coffee powder and a bag of sugar.

"Try it." He poured hot water into the military canteen, along with coffee powder and sugar, then shook it for a while before handing it to the lady.

The Krieger girl looked at it. "If this is your secret to killing the tyrant."

She took off her gas mask and metal helmet, and her golden hair fell out of the helmet, just reaching her ears. She looked at her hair falling and said.

"I forgot to trim it. I should shave my head next time."

At the same time, her skin is quite fair, probably because Krieg never sees the sun all day long. Her azure eyes and her typical beauty face are completely inconsistent with Krieg's fierce windbreaker.

She has the face of a French noble lady, and it is hard to imagine that such a woman would die in a charge on the battlefield, but this contrast gives her a different kind of beauty.

Whether it was an engineer shovel or a gun, a coat or military boots, none of them matched her face.

She took a sip from her military canteen and commented.

"It's just as I imagined. It's meaningless."

But she lifted the kettle again, gurgled it until it was empty, and then commented again.

"It's a waste of supplies. If I take them separately, I can have better control and judgment."

She put on her helmet silently and then said to Taylor.

"Now I am even more confused as to what kind of soldier you are."

Taylor simply responded, "I'm just trying to survive. I'm a jerk, and I don't fit in with heroes like you. I have nothing to do with you."

"So, I'm just going to keep doing what I want to do, ma'am."

He just grinned as if he had succeeded, as expected.

No one can resist hot water!

(End of this chapter)