Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 49 Green Devil, Part 3
Early in the morning, Taylor woke up in a daze and cleaned his teeth with the disposable toothpaste and toothbrush provided by Empire.

In fact, most people don’t know that although the empire’s light industry is poor, the supplies it distributes to soldiers are still as complete as possible.

For example, easily broken forks, plates, toothbrushes, bad-tasting toothpaste and all kinds of strange foods or supplements.

The same goes for underwear. They gave each soldier three pairs, and Taylor still couldn't figure out how they managed to make each pair a different size.

He has a team of 10 people and 30 pairs of underwear, but not a single size is repeated. Don't ask, it's the magic of the subspace.

After all, idealism does exist in this world.

But this was far from the worst. He yawned and looked into the distance. Everything seemed quiet and crazy.

There were lush trees and green corpses all over the ground. Ammunition had hit the fortresses and wood, leaving many holes.

Smelling the familiar smell of blood, Taylor said it easily.

“That’s how I fucking go every day.”

War is like a haze that will never dissipate. For Taylor, this scene is too common.

He prepared to clean up the bodies with ease, but he was quite unhappy because no one paid him for this job of burning the greenskin corpses.

But before the soldiers left, they saw several Catachans quickly walking out from one side of the forest. There were only about ten of them, and many of them had wounds or burn marks on their bodies.

At this moment, even the forest warriors had not yet realized the reinforced bunker built by Taylor, the old bastard. They just looked around in surprise, as if asking, why is Outpost No. 7 gone?

Finally, it was Taylor who activated the communicator to let them know where he was.

When the Catachans approached, they looked at the decorated outpost with disdain.

A lot of decorations were hung here, and a water heater or stove was added. They even dug a smoke exhaust hole, as if they were going to live here forever.

The female Catachan Commander is still alive, and she walks in here and looks at those things.

For Catachan, survival only requires three S's.

Kill, survive, water.

So she couldn't understand Skadi Class 15's strange pursuit of food.

Until their chef cooked a delicious meal that moved even Catachan.

It is made by frying the eggs of local giant insects, sprinkled with black pepper, soft and juicy, and full of wildness.

The lieutenant colonel tasted it and said, "It's just as the rumors say."

Taylor looked at her and asked, "What kind of thing?"

The Catachan Lieutenant Colonel replied. "Well... your particular attention to food is rare within the Imperial Guard."

Taylor put it bluntly. "Soldiers can't fight without good food."

Lieutenant Colonel Catachan thought for a moment, then took out a few pieces of brown jerky from the package and handed them to Taylor.

Taylor took a small bite. It was dry and hard. At the same time, he felt the thing biting his tongue, as if it wanted to eat him...

"What is this!" he spat out.

Lieutenant Colonel Catachan replied, "Ant cow jerky. The taste barely meets our taste standards, but it's only slightly inferior to the stuff back home."

Taylor said with a look of fear. "Now I understand why those bastards in the Military Affairs Department called you subhumans."

The girl, holding the iron spoon, cursed. "Boss, I'm not like them!"

"They are much more barbaric than me!"

Taylor said. "No, no, no, the Munitions Department means Ogryns, not Ratlings."

There is a slight difference between the two races, or to be more precise, a huge difference. The Leitlings are short and hairy, partly cute and partly disgusting.

Ogryns are three meters tall, with skin as tough as rock and immense strength, but a weak mind. In other words, the term "Ogryn" is, at the very least, a derogatory term.

But the lieutenant colonel just smiled, finished his food, and replied, "It seems you are indeed a good soldier."

"At least you've learned your own way of survival, instead of blindly following orders or arrangements like most ignorant Imperial soldiers."

Taylor rubbed his nose. It was a way to survive...

He looked around and it seemed that this fortress was enough to illustrate his style and style.

But this Catachan was quick to use disturbing words.

"But those traitors are coming."

Taylor asked. "Chaos Marines, Death Guard?"

The lieutenant colonel raised his eyebrows and said, "You actually know about those fallen angels."

Taylor curled his lips and said pessimistically, "Oh my God, it looks like we're all doomed."

His tone was sincere, but the next moment, both Catachan and the members of Class 15 burst into laughter.

They all thought it was a humorous joke, as if Taylor didn't take the Space Marines seriously.

Taylor didn't understand, but continued. "Come on, let's go to Ferenstein and see if we can escape our fate."

The Catachan lieutenant colonel replied with a smile. "You're the funniest officer I've ever met. You think you can escape the Death Guard with just an armored vehicle?"

Taylor asked. "Encirclement?"

The lieutenant colonel nodded. "Do you think we're just here for a stroll?"

Taylor belatedly picked up the telescope and looked around. Unknowingly, some people in strange clothes had begun patrolling nearby.

He could vaguely see several tall figures. He recognized them. He had once fought alongside those angels, but now he had become their enemy.

He had seen how the Space Wolf tore through the enemy's defenses, and now he was almost having a nightmare!

Taylor's legs were almost weak. He prayed to the Emperor again and again in his heart, but those things were getting closer and closer to the outpost.

The rotten smell and virus are slowly approaching, and the dead creatures serving the Four Gods are about to deal with this place.

He closed his eyes and prayed.

But he found that there was no gunfire. He cautiously stuck his head out from the bunker and saw several huge giants looking at each other not far away.

It was two meters tall, and its body was covered in dark green armor. The armor looked like it had been soaked in a sticky liquid and hadn't been washed for years.

He could smell the stench, it was disgusting, but they were looking around.

Didn't they find themselves?

This was almost impossible, but he seemed to have hidden it well enough.

At least they will never be able to defeat the Space Marines.

The lieutenant colonel spoke up. "We must attack, otherwise the headquarters will be attacked..."

"If the command center is destroyed, the local people will lose their ability to resist."

Taylor said, "Don't move. Those guys won't move until they find us."

"Because this is Outpost No. 7."

"And they think the number 7 is enough, auspicious."

(End of this chapter)