Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 141: The Good Medicine of the Old Chinese Medicine Practitioner
Hit? Miss? Taylor didn't stand a good chance. He'd always excelled in shooting training, but he couldn't match the Lightling girl.

The rat girl had a very good relationship with him, and Taylor had asked her how to hit the target every time. Her answer was neither shooting skills for new recruits nor advanced guidance for veterans.

Instead, he said, "Boss, you're just as good at cooking and shooting as I am. You can't do it simply because you don't have the relaxed attitude of a Latling (halfling)."

Taylor admitted with a wry smile that his thoughts were too fast and complicated, so he would have wild thoughts, just like seeing his own failure before making a decision while playing chess, which was ridiculous.

This is a big problem, but Taylor also understands that this is who he is.

But an imperial officer once proposed a possible hypothesis, that is.

If a person's mentality is often on the verge of collapse, then when he is truly desperate, he will be calmer than others.

He was right. In this desperate situation, the best sharpshooter would not be a Space Marine or a Lightling, but a guy who was used to tension and fear.

Mastering emotions? Far from it.

It's almost like being controlled by emotions.

But emotions are not a bad thing, perhaps, victory lies in them?
Now the laser beam passed through many obstacles, whether it was the swinging blade of the behemoth or the shaking body.

Red heat struck the spot, the hilt of the Catachan knife, and the blade sank into the tyrant's central nervous system with the force of the impact.

The huge body fell to the ground, and the battlefield fell into a long silence.

It's cheering.

Cheers amidst the chaos.

A cheer from a desperate victory.

And the miracles granted by the Emperor...

Taylor was lifted high up by the Space Marines of the Carcharodon Regiment. The green-skinned leader shouted how awesome his boss was, while the Zerg was defeated.

The death of the node creatures turned the orderly swarm attack into chaos.

now.

After a large number of sacrifices and killings, the sunlight blocked by the gargoyles was sprinkled on the ground like spotlights.

At the same time, the Empire's war train fortress also began to fire, continuously spitting out a large number of shells, which undoubtedly led to the defeat of the Zerg swarm.

Taylor lowered his weapon, almost trembling, and urged the Space Marines, "Put it down slowly, my legs are weak..."

A few days later, Taylor sat in the trench and used an angle grinder to polish a new weapon bit by bit. The length of the new weapon was optimized compared to the previous long saber.

At the same time, he specially consulted the green-skinned technical master and installed a structure similar to a chainsaw sword on his new weapon.

Because this tyrant's weapon is stronger than a normal insect claw, even a high-speed rotating chainsaw cannot quickly make it lose its sharpness, and its durability is much better than a normal chainsaw sword.

Secondly, this structure makes up for Taylor's lack of wrist strength as a mortal.

After testing, it was found that the cutting ability of this weapon can easily penetrate 10 mm thick metal plates, and given more time, it can tear through a 30 mm layer of armor!

The only price paid was that the Catachan Knife and the Licart Sabre had been honorably retired.

He originally thought that those two weapons could accompany him throughout his life, at least he might not live as long as them. Now, they have become a thing of the past.

This made Taylor feel a little lost. He was a nostalgic person. It might be because of the poor life in the hive city, or it might be because of the living environment in his hometown in his previous life which was full of ruins and abandoned factories.

So he also used the handle of the Likart knife and the metal of the Catachan blade to form a handle for his own chainsaw sword.

It looked like a beautiful red lacquered wooden noble saber handle with the family crest inlaid in silver in the center.

But in fact, those were the marks left by the laser burning on the handle of the Catachan knife.

It seems quite nice and orderly, maybe even a little disturbing?

However, this time Taylor had time to get those weapons and equipment himself because the Zerg's attack was disintegrating.

Specifically, half of the credit goes to Taylor for completely killing the reserve body of the command insect, preventing the behemoth from reaching the front line.

Half of it was down to Fabius Bile, the veteran Chinese medicine practitioner who had created a toxin specifically targeted at this insect swarm. It was a silent, invisible toxin that targeted only insects. After being dropped by a Thunderhawk gunship into a cumulonimbus cloud, a single rain of rain successfully killed all the monsters within the atmosphere.

The reward is the two corpses of the tyrant and the body of a new type of digging worm.

This is actually quite worthwhile, saving the empire a lot of manpower, although some genetic sages and members of the Inquisition have complaints about this.

But when they remembered that the boss of the Skadi First Redemption Legion, that is, his immediate superior, was the lord of a merchant dynasty and an inquisitor, their mouths became steady and reliable.

However, it was reasonable and expected that the Emperor's Children Legion would immediately begin to claim this world after the Zerg retreat.

However, they underestimated the Empire's determination to seize this world. Secondly, the fortress they were in had been eaten by insects and was riddled with holes.

Now it is the Empire that retains more manpower, so those wizards and heretics must leave.

The brutal war is about to begin, but fortunately Taylor persuaded his old lover...

However, Taylor and his men did not kill them all because the Imperial Guard was also badly damaged and needed a lot of time to dispatch and replenish personnel before continuing the war.

But even so, Taylor was still awarded two Terra Star Badges and a Crimson Command Badge by the Military Affairs Department, and his elite team was also rewarded with two new sets of carapace armor and two matching Martian Hell Guns.

This made the Carcharhinus jealous, but as Space Marines, or more precisely, Space Marines who lived an almost nomadic life, their next stop was only the Imperial frontier.

They were entrusted with this fate by their Primarch, and the Imperium could offer them nothing more.

As they left, the big men praised Taylor highly and left him a small power sword that could be used by mortals as a gift.

Of course, this one-handed power sword came from the spoils of their looting or tomb digging, and is not suitable for use by Space Marines, otherwise it would never have fallen into Taylor's hands.

For Space Marines, this thing is not suitable to be used as a dagger, but for Taylor, this weapon can effectively improve the survivability of his brothers.

He handed the power sword with a dark hilt and silver blade to Mr. Roland, who has now become the core fighter besides Taylor.

And he got a set of power armor, but the Hell Gun and the set of power armor did not belong to him.

Adhering to the principle of making the best use of everything, a Hell Gun and a set of power armor became Ms. Katie's weapons, and the other one was given to the third sharpshooter in the group (the second was Taylor).

Now the dirt...

After the assignment, Class 15 upgraded their weapons, and both their firepower and survivability were greatly improved.

It was mainly the Lord of Merchants who fanned the flames in this. In the end, the lady called Taylor over and, after a series of rather ambiguous words, asked him to stay in this world for a while.

Because the defense forces of this world have been basically destroyed, and her dynasty army needs to be replenished, now only Skadi's First Redemption Legion still has combat effectiveness.

The Blood Axe Orcs' contracts have expired, and that boss Goff is going to other galaxies to find waahhhg who can surpass Taylor.

He was like the protagonist in a hot-blooded comic book, saying something stupid like "I will become a real waaaghhboss" and left.

Speaking of infidelity, Taylor even felt a little lonely because of it.

Of course, stationing there is a good thing. After all, it is now reimbursed by public funds and in the name of the merchant dynasty.

This is a good thing, and it will not offend the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Inquisition, which made Taylor almost laugh with joy.

Soon he had built a hut at camp out of tarpaulin and planks and moved many of Frenstein's people into it.

Now it seems that the soil here is fertile and can be used for farming, and the warehouse is basically full of seeds.

As for meat, eggs and milk, those things were basically in unlimited supply. Compared with normal guards, Taylor and his men were almost treated as nobles.

Old Tychus began to think about how to improve the defense, as the camp showed many problems during the insect attack.

At the same time, the attack on the war train fortress also angered many officers.

But for Taylor, his new life has begun.

That means farming, fishing, and getting something good to eat...

(End of this chapter)