Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 5: Birds of a feather flock together

Once again, he relied on his intelligence and talent to find a way out for himself. No matter what others think, at least that's how Taylor sees his actions.

This is not bad, each serving his own master is how Taylor survives, and he has only one master, the Emperor of Mankind.

For the Emperor's sake, he should live.

His greatest dream was to retire as a soldier of the Emperor, enjoy a pension and an officer job assigned by the Ministry of Military Affairs in his hometown of Skadi.

He could marry a wife, a beautiful Nest City beauty with fair skin, preferably a noble, so that she would feel good too.

Then he would bring the soldiers to his home and let them do the rough work and housework for him, under the pretext of cultivating their spirit of endurance.

When his hair turns gray, he will find some old brothers who retired at the same time as him to play some elegant entertainment like regicide chess.

That’s right, spend your old age in peace.

How noble these four words are in this world. You know, even in Taylor's hometown, everyone hopes to spend their old age in peace.

The premise is that he can survive and not die from the pursuit and interception of aliens and traitors.

As he thought about it, his pace became faster, and the mud and filth could no longer hinder his progress.

But gradually the sunlight grew weaker, and then a refreshing drizzle took away the remaining warmth.

Taylor tightened his windbreaker. As they headed towards the nearest town, the sky darkened imperceptibly.

They hadn't walked far when the first drops of rain fell on Taylor's skin, and he complained a little.

"Katie, how much longer? This damn weather reminds me of the time I was parading in the hive."

Katie looked at the map and asked Roland what he thought before she determined the route.

Their group was relatively lightly equipped, and Taylor ultimately rejected the 50 or so militiamen. After all, he came here on vacation, not to be monitored.

Ms. Freeblade expressed a higher opinion of this, and most people admired Taylor for his courage and selflessness.

Of course, this is also thanks to the fact that they don't know what Taylor is thinking.

Finally, after several minutes of discussion, Ms. Katie pointed west and said, "There's a farm five kilometers ahead. I think that might be a good place."

"By the way, Boss, what do you think of this?"

As she spoke, she took a lush branch from the roadside and waved it in front of Taylor, as if she had found a rare treasure.

However, such young trees should not be broken. It looks like they were cut by something, a blade? Something man-made, or maybe a bulldozer.

Taylor couldn't help but let his thoughts wander, and then he muttered to himself, "I'm here to rest... Don't get a job sickness, we're here to rest."

Then Taylor looked at Ms. Katie, who was lovable, a little naive, and paranoid. For example, she had finally learned the meaning of raindrops and now she had learned to apply it to other situations.

When she learned that moist soil and beautiful trees (especially those without thorns) were also free, she became obsessed with collecting them for a while.

This made her look slovenly, but thankfully Taylor stopped this somewhat foolish behavior.

Now, as they walked, she asked, "Boss, why does the rain remind you of the parade?"

Tyler looked at the dirt on his feet, the wetness seeping into his boots and kissing his toes.

"The smell of mud. Because it smelled like mud." He covered his face, not wanting to recall the incident. "I wasn't parading on a Lemanus tank that time. I was strapped to the front armor plating, next to two dead Genestealers. The smell was very similar to mud."

"It could be that they all have similar plasticity."

"Don't ask me why. Let me answer first. The Genestealer ate Commander Nord, and I was the one who put those things into the command room."

After he finished speaking, the rain seemed to get heavier. Taylor complained about why he didn't have a vehicle to use as a horse, but it was impossible to use a vehicle in such mud.

If you don't want to catch a cold, you have to move forward quickly. Undoubtedly, a forced march is coming. For the sake of speed, Taylor can only pick up the soldier with the shortest thigh, the girl from Lightling.

She was plump and lovely and a little hairy and smelled of cinnamon, and her wet clothes barely concealed her full body as it rubbed against Tyler.

Taylor cursed. "Stop it! If you do that again, I'll have you court-martialed tonight."

The military doctor, chef, and sniper excitedly replied, "Please step on my cheek before punishing me~"

Taylor handed her over to the Roland brothers with disgust, and he regretted his kindness.

At the same time, the dark clouds gradually thickened, and those damn things began to constantly interfere with Taylor and his team's progress like obstacles.

Katie cursed. "How can water be so horrible!"

Her hair was completely wet, as were her clothes. If the Imperial Guard's uniforms were not thick and reliable, and the weather was not too gloomy, she might have been able to see a nice view.

She raised her head cautiously, hoping to escape from here. She quickly pointed to the distance and shouted, "Fire!"

In those gloomy environments, that ray of light from civilization seems as beautiful as a dream.

Taylor beamed. "You're a good scout, ma'am!"

He picked up his pace. It was hard to say if Taylor still had that much strength left, but when he thought of the warm stew, the bed, and the ceiling, he suddenly felt stronger!
When they finally arrived near the farm, it was a beautiful wooden building, two stories high, fixed with rivets and iron sheets, and a warm firelight came from inside.

But Taylor smelled a rotten smell besides the smell of raindrops and soil. It was an unsatisfactory smell.

He looked up at him and saw several strangers in black robes standing at the entrance of the farm, knocking on the gate and holding machete-like weapons.

The moment they saw the Imperial Guards, they began to leave. Taylor did not ask the soldiers to shoot them, but only asked his brothers to shoot to intimidate them.

Taylor didn't follow. Even if there were robbers and security issues, they should be left to the planet's security system, not him.

The most he could do was to do what he could, and he preferred to mingle with the residents rather than go out and get drenched in the rain.

He put on his signature friendly smile and pushed open the door. The next moment, a beautiful peasant woman rushed in with a sharp scream.

She hugged Taylor like the heroine of a third-rate stage play.

She smelled like oranges, had brown hair, cute freckles, and a great figure, and even linen clothes couldn't hide her charm.

She was at most barely an adult, and her beauty made everyone in the team stare at her. Only two girls serving in the Imperial Guard looked at her with a little anger.

Taylor held the woman knowingly, enjoying the feel of her body, and spoke in a tone worthy of a dramatic protagonist.

"Oh my God! What an embarrassing sight Sergeant Taylor saw. Ma'am, don't be afraid. I've chased those criminals away!"

(End of this chapter)