Chapter 20 Space Marines
He had to say goodbye to the lady, and a flash of loss and loneliness appeared on Freeblade's face.
Taylor adjusted his mentality and prepared to face the next cruel war or fate.
For example, he is currently reading "Imperial Military Affairs Department, a weekly article: How to make friends with space warriors."
it says above.
[It turns out that we did not predict the identity of the Space Marines in advance. They were not the Dark Angels Chapter, but the Ultramarines.
Those dark blue colors seriously interfere with our communication efficiency. Now, you have to learn how to get along with them! ]
[1. The Ultramarines are the Emperor's honorary angels, and their Primarch is Roboute Guilliman. We strictly forbid soldiers from calling him by this name in private, as many soldiers with accents would call him "Carrot Head" or "Motivation Man," which is undoubtedly a great insult to the Primarch of the Empire.]
[2. We strictly prohibit mortal soldiers from making any physical contact with Space Marines, including hugging, touching, and crazy shouting, but reasonable touching is also allowed.
For example, after an impressive kill, or a resounding exchange of salutes, try gently knuckle-rapping with your Astartes friends.
[3. The sacrifice of honor always inspires soldiers. If you have such an opportunity, please seize it without hesitation.
If you are unable to do this, your commander will usually help you complete this task.
Secondly, we hope you enjoy your time with the Fire Warriors (typographical error), soldiers.]
Taylor closed the book and cursed. "What a mess!"
None of the words written above had any practical value. To be honest, Taylor once thought about becoming a space warrior or something.
But he was too old. The minimum age for Space Marine surgery was 16, and he had spent 20 years just trying to survive after traveling through time.
Before joining the Planetary Defense Force, Taylor couldn't even get enough to eat.
How many billions of humans are there in this galaxy? And yet there are less than a million Space Marines. This disparity in numbers means Taylor is destined not to become one of them.
Now, as he was approaching those great giants, his heart naturally had mixed feelings: admiration? Regard?
He could still remember the teasing he had made about those superhumans in his previous life. Now those things really appeared, transformed into two-meter-tall figures wearing Imperial power armor, making it difficult for Taylor to describe his feelings.
He lay in Ferenstein's chair. The car he had just repaired was humming and emitting hot air. The problem of black smoke was getting worse and worse. It seemed that just repairing the engine was not enough for the time being.
Taylor looked at the Space Marine airdrop point in the dark night in the distance. Several blue airdrop pods landed there, and a huge Thunder Hawk gunship was spewing out hot plasma streams.
Countless mortals and several giants were moving there. Taylor could see that they used the greenskin corpses as fuel to make a bonfire, one to prevent the spread of greenskin spores, and the other to provide lighting.
Then he walked down Frenstein and gave the Eagle salute to the giants. In fact, except for the mortal soldiers of the regiment, most of the Space Marines just glanced at him.
The giants in blue power armor were silent, the emblem of Macragge carved into their shoulders.
A gold U-shaped icon.
In fact, Ferenstein was more conspicuous than him. When the vehicle entered the Space Marine landing point, the giants were obviously a little surprised. They moved their bodies a few times, then lowered their heads, obviously communicating with the communicator.
At this point, Taylor was a little proud.
Then he went to the mortal servants of the Space Marines and said.
"Taylor Kay..." Before he could finish, a giant interrupted him.
It was a Space Marine with a red helmet, scarred chest armor, and a chainsword and plasma pistol at his waist.
His heavy voice hissed like electricity. "Let Mr. Taylor come to the meeting with us. He is a loyal man who can be trusted."
This sentence surprised Taylor a little. In fact, most people who heard this sentence were a little surprised. If Taylor was a colonel in charge of an imperial infantry regiment, then he might still be like this.
But he was not, he was just a non-commissioned officer, driving a tattered green vehicle, looking ordinary and ridiculous.
Taylor followed the giant with some doubt. The sergeant in the red helmet walked very fast, and even if Taylor was healthy, it would be difficult for him to keep up.
But he noticed this, silently slowed down, and spoke.
"I've heard your name since I was in low Earth orbit, Hero of the Empire. You've done many remarkable things."
"I saw you on my list. You ordered two badges. It's a pity that I'm in charge of the transportation. To be precise, it's just a side job. Otherwise, I would like to be able to personally wear them for the honored warriors of the Empire."
Taylor said a little awkwardly. "You guys are more approachable than the legend says."
The red-helmeted Ultramarines paused and said with a smile, "Those Imperial Guard propaganda or pamphlets?"
"What they said is actually not bad, but the atmosphere of each chapter is very different. Secondly, I have a brother who has influenced my personality."
One? Taylor was a little confused, but he didn't ask.
He simply nodded in response. "Yes, but we only have that manual to refer to, and besides that, there are more new recruits sent over."
Taylor made a joke, which was even a little inappropriate, but the Space Marine didn't think it was wrong. He smiled slightly, and his voice was very low, at least compared to his huge body.
Then he asked, "Did you wonder why you were invited to the war meeting?"
Taylor said frankly, "I don't have the right to make decisions. My only authority is to shoot at the greenskins."
The Extreme Warrior nodded silently and took him to a command room.
Several giants looked at him, each with a different appearance. Some of them wore huge power backpacks with huge medical saws on them.
Some of them look battle-hardened and sharp even among Space Marines.
The man in the red helmet said, "Mr. Taylor, look at the strategic map and point to where you think you'd like to be stationed."
Taylor looked at the Space Marines' strategic map, which was much better than the Imperial Guard's tattered ones. Most of the Imperial Guard's were trembling in the dark green holographic image, and sometimes they couldn't be displayed without a strong kick.
In contrast, the holographic image of the Space Marines was not only three-dimensional, but also clear. Taylor looked at it carefully and pointed at several places he thought were safe.
Then the red-helmeted Space Marine said, "Okay, you can go and rest now."
Taylor walked out of the door in confusion. On the other side, the Space Marine looked at the point Taylor pointed out and pressed a button on the holographic image.
Several marked areas appeared with the words [High Alert Area] written on them.
Then the red-helmeted Space Marine sergeant asked the other brothers.
"It's almost the same location we've been discussing for so long, but this young officer found it so easily and so quickly?"
"He might be a strategic genius!"