Chapter 22: The Inevitable Battle, Part 1
Amid the roars of the orcs, this uneasy day finally came to an end and a new day began. When the stars climbed out of the horizon, Taylor was also recognized by the Space Marines in the camp.
He dealt with several attacks by special forces greenskins on his first day. If he had not taken action, the Space Marine transport ship might have been destroyed.
Therefore, those big super soldiers would take the initiative to talk to him. When Taylor passed by them, those extreme warriors would usually make a signature gesture of Macragge, and then tell Taylor silently and dignifiedly.
"well done."
But the taste of honor is not as sweet to Taylor as it is to others. He only knows one thing: the greater the honor, the more trouble!
He just wanted to play an insignificant role, a background board responsible for cheering for the Space Marines, the kind of guy who was absolutely inconspicuous and would never rush forward shouting the Emperor and killing the enemy.
But now, Taylor has become a little too conspicuous in this place.
He felt a little uneasy, that feeling of uneasiness like wet clothes sticking to his body, and those dead special forces guys were a reminder.
The orcs have not yet died out and even have considerable combat effectiveness.
Taylor watched the sky brighten as he ordered his soldiers to take turns resting to recover their strength, while he drank steaming coffee to refresh himself.
He muttered to himself, "If I were a few years younger, I wouldn't be so upset about staying up late. Tsk..."
He seemed to be complaining about something, but his eyes were fixed on the hills in the distance under the sun. That thing seemed to be shaking?
He tried to convince himself that it was just an illusion caused by lack of sleep, and began to organize shifts inside Ferenstein, with some people keeping watch and some sleeping.
A few hours later, when the morning light first shone on the land, Taylor also woke up on the soft bed.
That feeling was much better than the drowsy feeling caused by continuous fighting. He wiped his cheeks with a simple cloth, adjusted his big green helmet, picked up his weapon, and prepared to let the other brothers sleep for a while.
The girl from Lightling came over with hot milk and breakfast. Taylor said with a smile, "It's surprisingly rich today."
The petite, legal loli said in a mature voice that didn't suit her appearance at all. "Boss, we're an excellent team that dealt with the enemy's attack. Of course, the logistics department is willing to give us more."
Taylor said, "Rewarding according to merit is normal, but forget about privileges. If someone eats more today, someone else will eat less. We're all soldiers of the Empire, and I don't want them to go hungry because of something like this."
The Leitlin girl looked at her boss. As Leitlin people, they knew very well what hunger and satisfaction were. She leaned against the warrior, touching his body with her cheek, and spoke at the same time.
"It doesn't matter. The transport ship has been destroyed, and there will only be more starving soldiers. We should eat more."
Then he stuffed his breakfast into my mouth without any preparation.
In fact, Taylor did not have such great ideals and ambitions. He said this only because he felt that if he slacked off in the future and was treated like this, the team's already limited food would be reduced in vain because of someone's military merits.
That is so sad, after all, he was also diligent and slacking off!
But when the girl Lightlin stuffed the food in front of him, the aroma seduced Taylor's tired body, making him lower his head and start to eat heartily, and all those concerns disappeared completely.
After a good meal and a good drink, my mind was much clearer. It was certainly nice to have some time to rest during the high-intensity war.
Taylor picked his teeth contentedly, rubbed the girl's head, and then looked at the somewhat restless mountains and horizon in the distance.
Why didn't that feeling of uneasiness disappear with the rest?
Taylor didn't want to admit it, but his sixth sense was usually very accurate, which was also the core means for him to survive in this desperate universe. Now Taylor could only comfort himself by looking at the many defense systems built by the Space Marines on the front line.
For example, there are wolf spider turrets and heavy gunboats equipped with explosive bombs, as well as steel-cast defensive fortresses, where many mortal soldiers maintain combat order.
Taylor bet that ordinary Ork armies would be completely unable to break through here, and even a large number of war engines would be hindered by the Space Marines' orbital bombardment capabilities and aerial firepower.
But just as he was gathering his thoughts, the distant mountains began to move.
Buzz, buzz, buzz, like an earthquake, Taylor soon realized that it was not the mountain that was shaking, but himself, the earth was shaking.
The Space Marines now began to prepare for battle in an orderly manner, and the mortal armies also began to direct their heavy firepower at a distance.
Taylor picked up his trademark telescope, ducked into Ferenstein's observation hole, and peered out from above.
Then for the first time he felt that his curiosity was a little redundant, no, too redundant!
It was a war fortress that was 15 meters high. Its height alone was larger than that of the Knight Titan, and its width and height were even more exaggerated!
The war fortress was made up of countless pieces of scrap metal, and the greenskins were jumping around on it. A large number of dirty cars and greenskin engines such as battle trucks were prepared near the fortress.
I didn't expect those greenskins had such firepower!
Taylor felt his thighs trembling and his face couldn't help but become ferocious, but then he thought of something else.
The Space Marines' battle cruisers provide the firepower, and they're a 2km-long beast! Even the most impressive battle engines are still ground-based.
As long as we can use the ship's light spear to confront that behemoth, it will only take a moment to evaporate it!
But this thing is too fast, and it is probably impossible to aim. The light spear also requires very accurate data to fire.
Taylor thought about it, and as if he saw hope, he realized the future of this world. It was destined to become a paradise for the greenskins.
Even if those proud Knight Houses and Space Marines work together, they may not be able to paralyze this behemoth!
Taylor smiled bitterly and muttered to himself.
I might have to die here!
He said to the others, "Start the engines! Let's retreat..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw a huge wild wolf with dirty braids and a big grin crawl into his car.
"Hey, Taylor, looks like we're on the same page!"
The damned Space Marine smiled at Taylor, his amber pupils revealing a murderous aura, and he curled up and sat inside Ferenstein.
Taylor didn't dare to breathe, but said seriously, "What do you think?"
The wild wolf smiled and thought to himself, this warrior is still so powerful. He is not confused even when he is so close to the Space Marine.
He grinned. "I want to use Frenstein's special appearance to confuse the orcs, get close to that war engine, jump in, and kill them all! And I think Mr. Taylor wants the same thing!"
"Huh?" Taylor paused.
Killing a lot? Me? I attack the war fortress?
Are you serious?