Chapter 18: Defense of Mawson Ride, Part 4
Apparently, the Emperor's good luck had once again saved Taylor's life.
Now, Ferenstein was advancing rapidly among the beasts, and no one had noticed any problems with this human creation. In addition to luck, part of the reason was due to the insights of the group of "gear boys" under Taylor.
The cars they built were too "my idea" style, different from the rigid style of the Mechanicus, and Taylor drew the "Imperial Skyhawk" with his hemiplegic painting skills.
A series of coincidences and necessities led to this ridiculous situation. Taylor followed the convoy forward quickly, but he did not dare to act rashly.
They were trapped in the traffic flow. The greenskins had almost no concept of keeping distance between cars, and it was almost impossible for their Ferranstein to leave this "herd".
On both sides are a vast swarm of metal vehicles.
Taylor looked through the observation hole and saw that the only way seemed to be forward.
As long as they are fast enough, they can actually overtake the vehicles in front of them one by one, and reach the first position little by little, and then find an opportunity to turn and leave the battlefield.
Rather than being vaporized by enemy fire as a hero of the Imperial Guard, Taylor chose to speed up without hesitation.
"Forward, start the engines, hurry up!"
"No matter what, I can't..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a high-explosive bomb from the artillery regiment fell next to Frenstein. Several green vehicles were torn apart in an instant, and the iron sheets fell on the vehicle bodies, making a sound similar to a rainstorm.
"Oh my god, why are they firing?" Taylor cursed, fearing that he would be killed by his own people.
The other guys leaned against the car, clinging to the body tightly, and only thanks to Ferenstein's terrifying off-road ability did they sway slightly from the explosion before continuing forward.
Some soldiers covered their mouths, obviously feeling a little disgusted by this kind of "rocking car".
Taylor sighed and gave each of them a tarp, rolled it up to use as a bag.
Then he sat in the passenger seat and looked at Ms. Katie.
"Speed up."
Taylor smelled the vomit and fuel and felt a little uncomfortable. This car was good in every way except that it had no ventilation system.
After all, it was a thing made by hand in a short period of time, so it could not be perfect, but its new mechanical soul now has to bear the life of itself and its brothers.
Taylor lowered his head and whispered to the car, "Go ahead, Ferenstein, show those old guys in the Military Affairs Department that an old car can be wild!"
The next moment, thick smoke billowed from the car, the engine roared, and a strong sense of pushing back came over her, and Ms. Katie screamed.
"Boss, the vehicle suddenly became very fast!"
Taylor was surprised. He'd just said that in passing! Are there really organic souls? Aren't they only found in older vehicles?
Could it be that the souls of those loyal armored vehicles are really attached to this resurrected vehicle?
Taylor was grinning now.
"Well, it seems that the old horse's knowledge of the road is not groundless..."
"Katie, run! Just for the Emperor!"
Ms. Katie took a deep breath. "Yes, Boss!"
Buzz, buzz, the engines roar, the pistons vibrate, the heat rises, praising the soul of all machines.
Frenstein shuttled forward, overtaking again and again, making the greenskins shocked and angry.
This old car relied on its two engines to pass over the greenskins' proud tanks time and time again.
After advancing at an extremely fast speed, the greenskins who were overtaken cursed with their teeth bared.
"Damn it, get on with it!"
"Waaaagh!"
As Ferenstein overtook more and more greenskins, the waaagh became bigger and bigger. Taylor inexplicably boosted the morale of those greenskins, but Ferenstein from the 15th squad's goal was to escape from the beginning.
When this old car drove to the front of the green metal traffic, even Taylor himself did not realize that they had become the target of pursuit by all the greenskins.
Those brainless green things now have only one thought, that is, to surpass him!
Then Ferenstein led the greenskins around the corner and headed to the other side, Taylor said, lying in his seat.
"Ha, finally safe..."
But the girl Leitlin read it haltingly.
"Boss! Boss... Boss..." Taylor cursed. "What's wrong?!"
Taylor raised his head and looked out the rear observation window, and then he saw a large group of greenskins, grinning as if they were avenging their father's murder, shouting "waaagh" and rushing towards them.
Taylor was stunned, then asked for more horsepower. Even though Ferenstein's engine was overheating and wailing, he would rather pay for the repairs than be eaten clean by those greenskins.
This old car once again burst out with amazing speed, and the greenskins behind it even started a prop race to compete for the second place.
Rockets, explosives, howitzers, everything you can imagine and can't imagine, all kinds of tricks, making Taylor even more afraid of being involved.
As the speed increased, Taylor was suddenly stopped by Katie. "Boss! Boss! Cliff!"
Taylor looked forward and saw a clear cliff that looked like the Great Rift Valley of East Africa. It was several hundred meters long and ten meters wide!
Taylor muttered to himself, "Emperor, please bless me..."
He took a long breath of cold air and said viciously, "Jump over!"
After saying this, Taylor sat in the passenger seat as if all the strength in his body was empty.
There is good news and bad news for him.
The good news is that this group of greenskins has moved away from the human camp, and Taylor has successfully rescued many people.
The bad news is, he's dying!
He was not a heroic person, but unexpectedly he died quite heroically in the end.
He sighed, opened the kettle at his waist, and gulped down a few sips of the wine he had secretly filled.
Alcohol...is really a good thing.
The cliff is getting closer.
He closed his eyes and felt his body begin to rise into the air, then fall.
click!
He felt a pain in his butt, opened his eyes, and found himself still alive?
Ping-pong! Huge collision sounds continued to be heard.
He turned his head and looked at the observation window behind him.
Countless green-skinned war engines fell into the bottomless canyon like dumplings. The brakes in front and the squeezing from the back were as interesting as a coin pusher.
Taylor wiped the sweat from his forehead at this moment.
Swallowed.
Sharp comments. "Really exciting..."
The last few green engines on the other side were cursing. Taylor climbed out angrily, cursing at them and giving them the middle finger.
"0 points for fucking, 100 points for the Emperor!"
Those green guys understood something at this moment and turned the still usable artillery towards Taylor!
Taylor cursed. "I'm fucked! How can I even start the engine? Run!"
Roland replied. "Boss, the anchor has dropped!"
Taylor was now mumbling praises. "Great Frenstein, the Imperial Machine Spirit, run just a little longer, just a little longer!"
Seeing that the engine still wouldn't start, he desperately shouted, "If you can save me, I'll make a memorial tablet for you at home!"
The next moment, a clear female voice came from the communicator.
"really?"
Taylor was stunned. A spirit? Or a girl?
But what came from behind was a red knight mech, which cleared the last of the green skins like a god descending to earth.
She asked again into the communicator.
"What is a tablet?"