Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 168 Green Skin Master

The scent of Cardia reached Taylor's nostrils on a gust of warm wind.

It was the smell of sulfur and death. He felt dizzy and climbed up from the bed. There were several empty cement barrels beside him.

Taylor yawned and washed up. He had now become accustomed to the battlefield days in Cadia and recalled what war felt like.

He spat out the mouthwash, picked up the telescope and looked at the devastated land. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he walked into the fortress and prepared to have some breakfast.

He sat down at the long table and asked, "What is this?" He lowered his head and looked at the steaming brown beans in the bowl.

The girl from Lightling yawned and replied, "Bean soup, boss."

Taylor said. "I'm not blind, but I also understand that our supplies aren't so low that we need to eat this."

Speaking of this, Taylor was even a little proud. After all, there were so many food transport ships coming and going in front of the Gate of Cadia.

60 percent of the credit goes to him for defeating the Zerg invasion and the greed of the Iron Warriors.

This incident was written into the book he hated the most, and it was also the reason why the people of Cadia considered him a hero.

You have to know that those castle lords and Cadia officers are all heroes who crawled out of corpses.

But now, even they behaved well with Taylor, and it wasn't because they worshipped power.

But Cardea did owe Taylor millions of lives, or even more.

That wasn't why he had to eat canned beans so early in the morning, though. While the seasoning and fat made it taste good, it couldn't make up for Taylor's disappointment.

"What's wrong, girl, you look distracted..." Taylor complained.

The Lightling girl sighed.

"The higher-ups sent us a group of new recruits, the Lightlings. I'm a captain now, but those young men are sneaking around all the time. They don't like practicing with their guns. They only care about women and delicious food."

Suddenly, she changed the subject. "Boss, I'm being pursued by those guys."

Taylor took a sip of his breakfast. "Then I wish you a happy and healthy baby."

The girl from Lightlin was shocked.

At the same time, Taylor was thinking about whether when there were more Lightlings, they could be popularized as cooks for the entire army. Although their hands and feet were not clean, they could still cook.

After all, the army fights with its stomach, and professional logistics is also very important. Those Lightling people can serve as cooks.

However, if other imperial officers heard that Taylor wanted those sharpshooters and top snipers to be cooks, their blood pressure would probably rise.

But Taylor's thinking is different from those guys who are full of killing enemies and loyalty. He has always had a longer-term vision than ordinary imperial guys.

Thinking of this, Taylor finished his beans and prepared to arrange the next things.

Since he accepted Kohl's commission, then it would be okay for him to ask that guy to give him an entire multi-functional food truck, right?

We can't let our brothers eat canned food after a bloody battle.

He made up his mind at this moment, but before he walked out of here, he saw Ms. Katie coming, with a hint of jealousy on her beautiful face, and then said.

"Boss, there's a lady looking for you."

Taylor said without thinking. "Who is it?"

Katie answered. "The narrator."

Taylor responded immediately. "No, I don't want anything to do with her anymore."

Katie put on a happy expression, then, as if realizing Taylor wasn't interested, said, "Boss, she said she came to settle your share of the copyright fees."

Taylor hesitated, then said, "Call her!"

After a while, a few golden throne coins, no, a talented narrator walked into the room.

She still looked as beautiful as before, but there were some wrinkles on her cheeks. However, even though time had passed, her smile did not change. She just walked over hurriedly and sat in front of Taylor.

Taylor said with a smile. "Ah, let's forget about you writing my story. I won't pursue it. Let's just talk about the amount..."

He rubbed his hands, imagining what he would treat his brothers to when he got the money.

But the woman said, "I'm here to write the second part. I won't let this story go before you die." Taylor frowned. "Nonsense, I don't have any stories. Your book is mostly fabricated. The ending may be similar, but there's too much fiction in it."

"For example, when you talked about my battle on the Knight World of Mossenlade, you ignored the fact that I joined the Freeblade army as punishment. Instead, you said that she took a liking to me and invited me in."

"That's nonsense. It's a good thing I didn't look for you!"

Taylor seemed to care, but he was pushing it hard and showing off just to get her to pay him more.

The lady quickly reported a good ratio. Taylor calculated that although it was not enough for him to become a high-ranking official, it was enough for him to live a wealthy life.

He coughed. "Ahem, did you bring the brown paper contract?"

He picked up the pen, but heard a rumbling sound.

The Word Bearers are attacking?
He put the thing down and started dialing the radio until someone answered.

"It's the greenskin!"

They are coming...

Taylor rubbed his temples, but the woman next to him looked quite excited, she said.

"May I take a look at it?"

Taylor refused. "No."

"You'll die. I have no interest in protecting an outsider."

She replied, "I am from Khadijah, and I fired a gun at a target when I was three years old, under my father's instruction."

"I'm a soldier, but my profession as a chronicler seems to take priority."

Taylor still doubled his money, and the lady thought about it at this moment and gave Taylor a number that he couldn't refuse.

"300 Throne Coins and 40% profit."

Taylor licked the corners of his chapped lips. "Do you think money can impress me?"

The lady said, "Ten more points."

Taylor swallowed. "Okay, go ahead, but don't exaggerate this time."

She smiled and approached Taylor, picking up her recording tablet as if she had found a treasure trove.

At the same time, as soon as they walked out of the room, they saw a large amount of artillery fire exploding in the sky. This was caused by the impact of a large number of orcs' heavy garbage cannons hanging down.

The void shield was filled with smoke and the smell of sulfur and gunpowder left by the explosion. Taylor cursed inwardly.

"trouble."

He climbed onto the platform and looked at the enemies outside the wall through a telescope. About 60 rumbling heavy killing iron tanks and 30 large fear iron tanks were staggering towards here.

Those small killing cans were about 7-8 meters high, and the fear cans were 10 meters high. They were made up of a lot of scraps and thoughts, and black smoke kept coming out of the heat dissipation holes on the back.

It would be more accurate to say that they are large motorcycles or tractors that walk upright rather than mechas, and there are countless orc infantrymen covering them.

Taylor knew very well that the thing was not easy to deal with. He was unsure, but he had to protect the obelisk.

"Prepare for bombardment..." he just said.

At this moment, a large number of black armored airdrop pods fell from the sky.

Or rather, it should be called Hell Claw.

On the warehouse body, there is a huge red devil's eye, like a beast that chooses people to devour.

Is that the mark of the Sons of Horus?

Do not……

Now we have to call them the Black Legion.

(End of this chapter)