Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 452: Clown Troupe, Part 1
Sometimes Taylor couldn't help but wonder if the world was just a meaningless dream of Brahma, a joke of the Laughing God.

This is just a giant circus put up by clown freaks, just a scheme by a bloodthirsty British company to make its pawns more expensive.

So is his life and efforts really that important?
This thought flashed through Taylor's mind every time trouble started creeping up on him.

Fortunately, his homeland is not a place that tolerates this idea. From childhood to university, his most common thought is to slap the ugly and ridiculous world and those high-ranking things in the face.

Are there any special species of kings, princes, generals or ministers? The dark gods are nothing but nothingness!

Of course he wouldn't shout slogans like "Heaven is dead" or something like that.

He had no courage, and certainly not a bad temper.

He may not be a warrior in the narrow sense, but he is definitely a qualified commander.

Taylor had already smelled which direction the wind of victory in the war would blow, although he now missed the huge bodies of Guilliman and Lion, and the power of the Primarchs.

He hadn't worked with those monstrous supermen for long, but he was impressed by both Guilliman and Lion.

For Taylor, if a god of war exists in humankind today and is truly materialized in reality, then he must be a Primarch!
Of course, this is as unrealistic as wishing Napoleon was here; there are no Primarchs, Caesars, or Napoleons.

There was only a frightened imperial officer and a bunch of Eldar who were beaten and fled in panic, and they were the descendants of the Eldar.

Frankly speaking, this is no longer a disadvantage, but there are actually many good stories of making a big profit with a small investment.

As large numbers of infantry began to retreat from fortresses and trenches, the once powerful front line, once filled with living people, began to become deserted.

The empty fortress was filled with explosives, and those high-powered bombs could successfully turn the fortress into a concrete fragmentation mine, the oversized kind.

There are also many trigger mines and traps inside the silent trenches. When those impatient Slaanesh demons step into them, they will most likely experience the joy of flying.

Flying in the physical sense.

Obviously, although such tricks are crude and ridiculous, they are extremely deadly. As the opening of the God of Laughter's stage, it will surely make the grotesque Eldar god laugh heartily.

Taylor is now sitting inside Ferenstein, looking at the others, these are his brothers who have been through thick and thin with him, Roland, Lightlin and others.

And of course there’s the lovable Ms. Katie.

Taylor heated up a can of food, watching the promethium smokeless heater transform it from greasy to delicious, as if waiting for war to come.

Then he jokingly said, "Just like the first time we fought the greenskins."

"Those days are something we miss, but we also don't want to experience again."

Taylor took a big bite of the greasy and hot Grox pork belly can. His mouth was full of the meaty aroma. The protein in it had long been transformed by the high temperature and became as meaty and delicious as jelly.

He took a mouthful of oil and then gave the hot iron can to Roland.

The muscular man also said, "Yeah, Boss, you actually wanted to charge the beasts and negotiate with them."

"To be honest, I still can't believe that your brain belongs to someone from the Empire who has received a normal education."

He took a sip of the rich can and handed it to the Lytling girl. The Lytling said, "The worst thing is that forest world. The Catachans pointed their sabers at your neck."

"Oh my God, by the Emperor, I almost shot those people!"

She finished the last bit of the canned food and drank the soup in one gulp. After all, this was a battlefield and those hot things could provide a lot of physical strength.

As for Ms. Katie? She was driving, so she got her own portion, a brand new, delicious can.

Thinking of this, Taylor looked at the empty iron sheet and felt a little sad that he could eat so much now, even before the war.

However, compared with those days in the past, the difficulties today are also terrifyingly great. Compared with thousands of angry greenskins, four great demons and a demon prince are simply exaggerated heavyweights.

At least at that time they had the Knight Family to help them.

Now? He wasn't sure.

Taylor closed his eyes at this moment, thinking about whether he had more tactics and opportunities, but when the sound of explosions flashed on the front line, Taylor knew.

It was time for him to strike.

There was not much time to waste, so he chose to let the Eldar's high-mobility forces start first. The destructive power of several hovercrafts and the D-cannons and dark matter cannons on the weapon platforms should not be underestimated.

The most important thing is the exaggerated ability to pass through terrain, and Taylor can predict that the enemy's vanguard must be the highly maneuverable Slaanesh chariots.

Those strange war engines made up of countless chainsaw gears are natural pioneers. They are fast and sharp like razors, and their metal bodies can effectively defend against large-scale explosions and high-explosive weapons.

Obviously, even the Warp Demons knew that infantry could not be used to detect mines, but some stubborn Imperial officers did not understand this at all.

The pointless consumption of veterans was a problem for much of the Imperial Army, and Taylor almost scoffed at this.

No matter how powerful the weapons and equipment are, the decisive factor is still the user.

Seeing this, Taylor was ready to let the Eldar cross the fortress and the hill. After all, under the current circumstances, it would be difficult for the enemy to counterattack the enemy in a tricky position on the plain.

In other words, they can almost "take advantage of" the bodies of those demons for free using the Eldar's weapons that have a long range.

This plan was almost perfect, at least in theory, or they would be completely unable to fight back, and this confrontation would even be better than Taylor expected.

Until some clowns in ridiculous costumes messed things up.

This is the stage of the God of Laughter, so this is not surprising at all. Several clowns have slender figures and their arms look simple and slender, and it feels like they will be broken by the recoil of the guns.

To be precise, it was the first time that Taylor saw such "funny" weapons and equipment. Those things looked like funny performance supplies.

For example, there were strange smiley-faced staffs or sharp funny maces, but the power unleashed by those things in the hands of the clowns was beyond human imagination.

Those things with white smiling masks messed up a perfect ambush and made it ineffective. At least the actors attracted the full attention of the demons.

But the good news is that Taylor has enough reinforcements to rival the Imperial Guard, and it should be
reliable?

(End of this chapter)