Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 91 The Worst Alliance, Part 1
Now, the Imperial Guard has decided to relocate the main base. After all, being a deadbeat next to the Mechanicus is not a big deal. When the entire starport is completely transformed into a solid and fortified place full of soldiers.

The news of victory and the defeat of the Dark Mechanicus became a source of entertainment for the officers after dinner.

Some praised Taylor for his well-deserved reputation, some said that the Emperor blessed this place, and some wanted to get on their own vehicles, charge with sabers in hand to vent their desire to slaughter heretics.

In the mixed meeting room, Taylor was looking at the intelligence about the complete victory. This was good news, but the smooth progress made him a little too...

He lowered his head and tapped the table, thinking for a long time.

Finally, he could only say in self-deprecation, "Whenever I feel good, bad luck always comes. Something bad is going to happen."

Commissar Tychus looked at the intelligence and said, "Isn't this a good fight? You always have unnecessary fantasies, boy."

"I propose deploying more defenses on the western front. The Kriegs have already pressed forward. We need more capabilities to control the area and protect transportation routes."

Tychus's ideas were sophisticated and capable. As long as they followed his ideas step by step, it seemed that they could achieve the standard victory taught in the Imperial Military Academy, achieved through sacrifice and artillery fire.

Taylor was still very relieved about this. He put away the messy documents and information and prepared to leave.

But he suddenly discovered that there was a location marked with a red dot on the strategic map. This mark usually refers to the enemy, but this location is very close to the star port.

Taylor asked. "What is this?"

replied Ms. Krieger, who was also attending the meeting.

"There are only a few remnants of the Genestealers, so we've only sent a handful of soldiers to clean them up. Once the war is over and we receive a report via radio, we'll be able to determine what happened and then change the symbol."

Taylor touched his chin. He just felt that this location was very good. It was close to the starport and very safe. It was also connected to the main transportation routes.

If he chooses, this will definitely be his base.

In general, this place is far away from the front line and easy to escape, which is as attractive to Taylor as a naked beauty.

Ms. Krieger watched Taylor stare down for so long and asked, "Do you care about this place?"

Taylor replied nonchalantly. "This place isn't bad. Give me a few machine guns, and I can control the area within 300 meters."

He rubbed his head, then yawned and left the meeting room.

Tychus seemed to realize something and said after Taylor left.

"That guy has an incredibly sharp nose. I recommend sending some artillery to look at that place."

Ms. Krieger replied. "Isn't that an overkill? Just a few hundred Genestealer bastards."

The old commissar replied, "I admit it's a little bit, but that kid's talent can't be explained by calculation and logic."

"Frankly speaking, he's a natural nemesis for those like the Mechanicus who rely on data and calculations to fight."

"He's like..."

Old Tychus thought for a moment and replied, "Greenskins, just like greenskins, whatever they think is true, and their thoughts are terrifyingly accurate."

Ms. Krieger didn't want to waste troops at first, but she also recalled what happened during the insect invasion.

She had to admit, Mr. Taylor had a talent for sensing danger.

She nodded slightly, and several earth-shaking cannons were placed near that location.

At the same time, at the vast outer window of the starport, Taylor sat behind the safe reinforced glass, watching everything burning outside.

A brutal, brutal battle ensued between a large number of Krieg soldiers and the remnants of the Mechanicum. The Mechanicum was crushed by the Krieg's human wave tactics, and the magic-like technology from the Dark Age of Technology also made it difficult for the Krieg soldiers to move forward.

A large number of artillery pieces drew parabolas in the atmosphere of this world like meteors and then fell.

Gray-brown explosions streaked terrifying trails across the sky, and gunships flew across the battle line, one even glancing across the tempered glass as if its pilot wanted to scare anyone inside the starport.

The prank worked, and Taylor was so frightened that he almost hid under the table and fired a shot nearby.

What made him stop was that he saw the Imperial Sky Eagle emblem on the gunboat.

Taylor said viciously, "Don't catch this bastard, if he comes back alive, I'll teach him a lesson."

At this moment, a clear voice said, "I thought the heroes of the Empire wouldn't be so petty."

Taylor paused for a moment, then he picked his ears and said emphatically.

"If fear is not causing me problems, then the Emperor has created a link between you and me."

"I thought our fate was over."

"Elena."

The lady-like woman smiled. "I'm a Freeblade, right?"

Taylor said. "You should be inheriting your court and enjoying your life, not running around like a madman."

Elena wrapped her arms around his neck affectionately. "It doesn't matter. Chasing war is a knight's duty."

"Hey, get off me. This is indecent and it won't allow me to hold anything down," Taylor emphasized.

Elena asked. "You can tolerate that witch dancing on you, but you can't stand a chaste knight throwing himself into your arms? There's no one as strange as you in this universe."

She stood up and adjusted her most hated dress. If it weren't for the requirement to dress beautifully within the royal court, she would not have dressed like this.

Then she asked, "Are those two little ones in your team still here? Or are they dead?"

Taylor rolled his eyes. "How can you so shamelessly curse my companions? I've been through thick and thin with them."

As he said this, he picked up the coffee on the table and drank it with the faint aroma of the spiciness on Elena's body.

He didn't understand why the noble was interested in a cowardly and miserable ghoul like him who spent his days in the mud and dealing with the dead.

He only knew that if this world needed the support of knights, the situation would only get worse.

He was fiddling with the cup in front of him when a Krieg walked up to him.

Taylor thought it was some kind of job, until it sat across from him and said in a completely emotionless tone, "Please give me a coffee. I'll exchange it for supplies of equal value. Do you like starch blocks?"

Taylor subconsciously felt the piercing gaze coming from Elena, as if saying.

You still know how to do it~
Taylor said. "No need for supplies. My coffee is always free. I steal it from friendly forces anyway. Otherwise, why is it always given to me by the girl from Lightling?"

He smiled bitterly, looked at the two girls, and sighed that he really was.

Rotten peach.

(End of this chapter)