Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 52 Battle Sister, Part 2
The battle sisters were naturally stationed at Outpost No. 7. I don’t know what the merits of this place are, but now, except for those unlucky planetary guards, all the others here are top-notch experts.

However, the capacity of the outpost was not very large, so the Imperial Guard helped the Sisters of Battle build temporary trenches and fortifications nearby.

The Chaos Space Marines are now retreating because they need to re-evaluate their combat effectiveness, but there is really too much they need to do during this precious time.

The local humid air sticks to the skin, turning into an uncomfortable touch.

Now lying in the underground bunker, Taylor rubbed his sticky and uncomfortable skin and looked at the supply list.

Finally, he proudly applied for the highest standards for their troops, even including delicious meals of fresh meat.

Because the battle nuns are here, the senior officers have become extremely tolerant and generous.

If it wasn't because those guys wanted to get their hands on the Emperor's daughter's Slaanesh, then they were probably worried about the so-called power of the state religion.

The power struggle going on in this area has nothing to do with Taylor.

He just asked Miss Lightlin to get a big pot, and the broth and chili peppers that had been simmered for a long time made into an alien version of hot pot.

Rusty pots simmered over the makeshift fire.

While the spicy flavor of the sliced meat drove away the dampness and heat from Taylor, the aroma also attracted the lovely monk Letlina.

She walked into the Imperial Guard's quarters and asked, "What are you doing? I can smell your lunch through three isolation doors!"

Taylor tapped his bowl and replied, "A few spices and a packet of chili peppers. Put the food in there and cook it. Whether it's awful canned food or those damn starchy lumps, it will become delicious. Ma'am, want to try it?"

Letlina had heard about Class 15's extravagant hobby in food. Looking at the wooden tableware similar to those of the Titanium Clan and the bubbling pots, she righteously chose the instant nutritional paste.

It wasn't that she didn't want to eat, but as a nun she couldn't...

Suck.

No, indulge your desires.

Taylor saw that Ms. Letlina's saliva was already flowing. Compared with the bland nutritional paste, he could probably guess the hunger of this warrior.

He picked up his chopsticks and gave her a piece of meat and some edible wild vegetables from the local forest.

This is thanks to the fact that the planetary guards are all real locals, and they have told Taylor with experience what real deliciousness is.

A few slices of tender meat and oily leaves made the lady pick up the fork. After feeling guilty about betraying her sister, Letlina sat next to the hot pot stove with the bowl.

Taylor looked at the lively lunch scene and thought of the wolf brother who had eaten barbecue with them. He wished that team of Space Marines were here.

His sigh and hesitation prompted Ms. Letlina to ask.

"What's the matter, Baron?"

"I thought you were a more carefree and unkempt person, why would you hesitate in front of delicious food?"

Taylor laughed. "Oh, I just remember the days when I fought with the Space Marines and we destroyed a Greenskin Dynasty, and I actually miss him now."

"At least, he's about the same height as the guy opposite."

Now, Letlina wiped the red oil from the corners of her mouth and recited the Emperor's hymns in the hungry smell of hot pot.

[We share the same blood as the omniscient and omnipotent Emperor...]

She looked so holy at that moment that the other members of Class 15, who were reincarnated starving ghosts, fell silent.

Her silver hair and doll-like delicate face, with her slightly closed eyes, were constantly checking to see how much fresh meat was left in the pot.

When the chanting was over, she asked, "Are you feeling better?"

Taylor smiled. "The mere fact of having the Emperor's daughter reading to me is enough to lift my spirits, even more than poetry."

"But the way you were trying to figure out how much meat was left in the hot pot was also very cute."

He now understood why some people preferred women who were easy to see but impossible to touch. Letlina replied, a little annoyed. "By chance, I mean by chance. I also wanted to relax a little on my responsibilities."

She lowered her head and began to sweep up the rest of the hot pot, and after she finished eating, she asked if she could take some of the base back to the nuns.

Taylor gave a rare generous response.

"At your service, my lady."

It is not easy to have enough food and drink, and surviving is a gift from the emperor. Looking at the nun leaving, Taylor began to think about how to survive next.

He has been helping Catachan build hiding places recently, and has built quite a few in many places near this outpost.

It highlights that a cunning rabbit has three burrows.

The soil in the dense forest is so soft that the Imperial Guard has now added tunnel digging to their luxurious Chaos plan.

As the saying goes, tunnel warfare, tunnel warfare, you show your head here and hide in the other.

With the help of the Catachans' guerrilla warfare and the frontal attacks of the Battle Sisters, Taylor actually turned this place into a real fortress that could defend against Space Marines.

Some people praised him as a strategic genius, while others commented that he was just a talker. However, only Taylor knew that his tricks were just left over from his predecessors.

Use the few to defeat the many, and use the weak to defeat the strong.

What a fascinating statement.

Now that Taylor has planned the tactical map, he began digging with an engineer shovel. After a few days of preparation, he can now sleep well.

Letlina marveled at his plan, which reminded her of the creature she had encountered before.

That was in another world, where there lived underground a creature similar to the Zerg Digging Python, and explosive frogs that used those tunnels.

But she wasn't sure if such a tactic would work against the Death Guard.

She also asked. "Is it useful?"

Taylor, who was holding a telescope, only answered.

"Try it!"

He looked at the faintly swaying trees in the distance, and he actually understood that his fate was about to come. Could he survive?

Taylor was also unsure. He thought that if he were a Death Guard, not only would he be able to inject poison gas into the tunnel, or rely on his superior individual skills to disperse and play whack-a-mole, but his cleverness would also be wasted.

Taylor actually didn't have the confidence, but doing something was better than just eating and waiting to die, although it wasn't much better.

All I can say is, do your best and leave the rest to fate!

He sighed softly, almost in self-abandonment, and then looked at the Chaos mortal cultists walking out of the forest, those traitors and heretics wearing green robes, with slightly corrupted bodies, and filthy.

Loyal? Taylor couldn't help but wonder if he was loyal.

However, he did not have the chance to think for too long, as he raised his weapon and answered Letlina, who was questioning him and had already realized that the enemy was approaching.

"The answer is clear. Let's try it. We will all die."

Letlina smiled. "No."

Taylor asked. "Because of the Emperor?"

Letrina replied. "No, it's because of you."

　Thanks for the correction, the Sisters of Battle are the Emperor's daughters, I totally misremembered it ()

　　It's all my fault that my head is tainted by Slaanesh
　　
　
(End of this chapter)