Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 65 Orc Hunter, Part 2
War was always around, and Taylor was used to it. When he hysterically shouted, "Take cover!"

Those loyal and reliable members of the 15th squad had already driven Frenstein into the nearby dense forest, rendering most of the greenskins' strafing fire ineffective.

Bombs and lasers began to counterattack the greenskins, just as they always did, but this time there were too many of them, and even with the help of the orc hunters it was difficult to suppress them in a short time.

Taylor watched nervously as a large number of greenskins rolled in like a tide. This was not the first time he faced such a situation, but now Frenstein was trapped and it was difficult for him to escape in a short time.

He suppressed his trembling voice and asked the orc hunter hurriedly, "My vehicle can't retreat. How the hell are you going to escape?"

The guy suddenly showed a crazy smile.

"What the hell."

"Run away? Why are you running away?"

"My head is full of plans!"

He suddenly picked up his weapon and shot at a place where a large number of greenskins gathered, and the next moment something exploded under the ground, and the violent force lifted up the entire soil.

How to describe it better?
The toxic corrosive soil flew into the sky like a thick wall, carrying with it many trees several people thick, and probably as much soil as an entire hill!

Taylor didn't know how many greenskins were killed in the explosion, but in this situation most of the greenskins would be buried in the soil and suffocated to death.

No, just the falling objects could kill people, but the orc hunters laughed or shouted even louder than the orcs themselves, as if to say, harder!
"You lunatic!" Taylor said in fear. He was just on that piece of soil. If Ferenstein's weight caused the bomb to explode, they would all be finished!

But the orc hunter just replied nonchalantly. "Why, it's just a few hundred kilograms of explosives. Haven't you ever seen such a scene, young soldier?"

Taylor laughed out loud.

"Young Master Soldier?"

It was the first time he was called that, no, he usually called others that.

Taylor could only take a deep breath to adjust his mood. He looked at the big hole on the ground, but for a long time he couldn't understand what was going on with those guys' chaotic personalities.

He sighed, seemingly understanding how Tychus felt about him, and asked, "Can we go to Hell Town now?"

The orc hunter walked to the mound and selected a few orc weapons, then said, "You fought well just now." He then handed a handful of orc grenade to Taylor.

"Your share."

"And we don't need supplies until we run out of bullets."

At this moment, Taylor understood where they got those things that were obviously larger in size and caliber. They were actually using orc weapons?!
By the way, this guy seemed to have said something just now, what the hell?

Taylor looked at the interrogator uncertainly, as if asking if this was a bit too unorthodox.

The woman could only look up at the gray sky and answer. "In a place like Armageddon, the Emperor's light cannot reach."

Taylor scolded. "Don't give up! What are the principles of the Tribunal?"

The interrogator replied pragmatically, "Are you sure those things are still human?"

Taylor silently looked at the orc bomb in his hand, and then observed the rough structure, which looked like it might explode at any time. He didn't dare to use it in his life, but those people played with it very vigorously.

Humanity?

Is this what human beings are like?
Taylor had to admit. "You are right. The Emperor's light does not reach the land of Armageddon."

The good news is that Taylor has always been a pragmatist, and this group of lunatics is indeed useful, but they may not stop until they have had enough fun.

Then, as usual, wilderness survival and camp construction, first the whole family out. Comfort is always the top priority of the 15th squad, so it seems that they are indeed the master soldiers.

Taylor skillfully used leaves to cover Ferenstein and built a temporary tent area next to him with waterproof cloth.

He planned areas for disinfection and body cleaning, a canteen and a radio communication area, and in a short time turned it into a small camp with considerable command capabilities.

Although I don't know what use it is, it's better to be prepared.

Soon Taylor started to have a proper lunch. Although there were a lot of messy things in the local forest, according to the information on the data board, some of the creatures here had the ability to clean up toxins.

Their meat is edible, but it is not known whether the information is accurate. When several fried lizard steaks were served on the table, the interrogator tasted them without hesitation.

This surprised everyone. After all, how could such a beauty eat a lizard? But the interrogator said.

"Don't you know?"

"I was once a professional psyker in the Imperial Guard. I served for eleven years before joining the Inquisition."

Taylor immediately realized something was wrong. "Wait, how old are you?"

The interrogator replied. "Age is meaningless to psykers. Only when we die will you see our true selves."

Taylor thought of the cultist woman and said to himself, "Is that so..."

He might have been noticed by the old monster, and that alone was enough to make him shudder.

However, this "warm" dinner time passed in a flash. When Taylor picked up the telescope and observed the situation nearby regularly, meteors were falling.

He immediately realized that something was wrong, because those meteors were not natural creations, and a large number of orc weapons were attacking them.

Airdrop warehouse!
Those are airdrop bins! ?
They are approaching here, are they Space Marines, the Emperor's Angels?
Taylor laughed happily.

"It seems we are saved."

"Space Marines are landing!"

The interrogator said, "I haven't heard of any reinforcements. Could it be the Space Marines on duty nearby? Maybe the Blood Angels!"

But at this moment, Taylor's smile disappeared. He looked at the airdrop cabin and his face quickly turned pale.

"No, no, no, this is impossible..."

Corporal Katie asked. "What's wrong, Boss?"

Taylor replied. "This isn't an Imperial drop pod. Those red things have legs underneath them."

Upon hearing this, the interrogator frowned. "It's the Hell Claw. That model was discontinued during the Heresy."

"Those things can still exist now... Could it be!"

"What do their airdrop pods look like!" she asked anxiously.

Taylor replied. "Red, with skulls, exaggerated decorations, and axe marks."

The interrogator said immediately with embarrassment, "They are the World Eaters!"

(End of this chapter)