Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 2: Bombs for a Wonderful World

Chapter 2: Bombs for a Wonderful World
The survival time for Imperial Guard recruits is 15 hours.

This is the official record.

But Taylor didn't die.

He attributed this to his luck and his good skills.

Taylor can still recall life inside the hive, the dry, disgusting corpse starch, the tattered clothes and the endless work.

Although being a warrior of the Emperor is also hard, Taylor has gained a lot now.

For example, this shiny silver dog tag.

He said jokingly, "Remember to hold this thing in your mouth so it doesn't fly out."

"I've seen quite a few people take out pensions early for this reason."

"Boss, this joke is not funny." Katie responded untimely.

Taylor said with disgust. "Okay, okay, you have no sense of humor."

He picked up the telescope and looked out from the huge fortress. The weather did not become cooler after the rain, but became even more sultry.

This fortress is located at the equator of this world. It is always hot at any time, but it seems even hotter today, like entering a big steamer.

Taylor knew there would be more rain tomorrow.

This was good news, as the Orcs' massive war engines struggled due to the soft and muddy soil of this world, and only a small number of Orc light infantry could get close.

After all, Taylor didn't think that this ancient primitive stone fortress could stop the attacks of the orc dirty cars and orc mechas.

He saved his life, at least that's how he saw it, he has always been lucky.

Except when playing cards, but everything else is an exception.

Now, he shouted when some orcs stumbled into his position in the mud.

"Roland, fire!"

The next moment, a pitch-black ancient weapon spit out astonishing firepower. It was clamped by a man almost two meters tall and placed on the protrusion of the wall on one side of the castle.

This was originally intended for an archer, but now it's been replaced by a heavy bolter.

This thing should not be given to the Imperial Guard. To be precise, except for the armored regiments or the richer legions, most of the Imperial infantry regiments cannot afford this thing.

This explosive bomb came from something Taylor won while playing cards with a mechanical priest some time ago.

Taylor felt like he had traded his entire life's luck for this thing.

However, those explosive shells are like small artillery shells, and can be completely understood as complex continuous-fire micro-RPGs.

Just one bullet can make a green orc explode.

Taylor watched as the green stuff exploded into gore and smelled of mushrooms.

He felt that his luck was well worth it.

Most of the others were holding laser rifles, either providing cover for the machine gunner Roland or trying to snipe high-value targets.

This is also very simple. To see whether an orc is valuable, you just need to see whether it is big enough.

After several hours of fierce fighting, it was already late.

The bloody tug-of-war made the orcs give up the idea of attacking in muddy weather.

Taylor muttered to himself as he ate some freshly baked bread.

"I saved another life today."

Ke Luolan said, holding the empty explosive box. "Boss, the battle is over."

Taylor cursed. "Didn't I tell you to save money?!"

Roland, a two-meter-tall man, said aggrievedly, "There's nothing we can do! There are too many orcs!"

Taylor sighed helplessly. He was not a sarcastic person, but the structure of such a bomb was very delicate and beautiful, and it required the Mechanicus to forge a world to produce it.

Troops like theirs have one less round each time they fire, and requesting supplies requires the political commissar to fill out about six pages of forms.

As a result, every time Taylor went to ask for the bomb, Mr. Spondylosis would look at him with murderous eyes.

Taylor couldn't help muttering to himself as he watched the dark clouds gradually dissipate in the sky.

"Did the Emperor bless me?"

"If the ground had solidified the next day, I'd have been dead without all that lovely, smelly, wet dirt."

Although what he said was serious, most people felt that he didn't care. In fact, Taylor was very afraid of death. He was very scared, but what else could he do?
If he runs out, old cervical spondylosis will execute him first.

Can only be left to fate.

This is how he spent at least one year of his service.

To be honest, he even enjoyed the sight of the greenskins charging hard.

After all, as an Imperial Guard, there are tens of billions of people in this universe who share the same profession as him, which means that in most cases they are the ones in the mud.

But now?
He sat in a dark and cool corner of the bastion in the comfortable and dry castle. Every day he ate freshly baked bread and bacon or cured meat, as well as freshly brewed wine, although that stuff was almost juice.

These are the various privileges of the Imperial Guard in the feudal world, although it is also because Taylor saved many refugees.

Now those guys in plate armor called him "Knight", but to Taylor, this name was simply ironic.

He was thinking about how to escape all the time, and even wanted to dig a few dog holes in his place!

In the end, Taylor went to see the political commissar with a stern face, and returned two hours later after being scolded.

It was only two hours, and he was even a little proud of himself.

Maybe this guy finally felt that he was a hopeless case.

Half a year ago, Taylor still remembered that the political commissar repeatedly called him the future of the empire and the hero of Skadi.

But after he got the Genestealers into the command room, he now called Tyler a bastard.

It was just a small matter. Although the command system was paralyzed, the cult elites who intended to attack the command room were also eaten by the gene stealers.

In the end, only a lieutenant colonel died...

No, it seems serious too?
Taylor didn't quite understand why Mr. Cervical Spondylosis didn't like the good result he caused.

But he also figured out that he joined the Imperial Guard just to get by and survive.

At first he felt that being a hive citizen was too hard, so he joined the planetary defense force and was promoted due to his outstanding performance.

But now, he is still a miserable man, running around every day, not having enough food to eat, and living from day to day.

Aside from the fact that everyone adored him and he didn't have to work such a demanding job, life as an Imperial Guard wasn't much better.

Taylor walked back to his post, a warm little nest with comrades, cursing.

He said, "By the Emperor, I live another day."

He found the statue of the Emperor in his package and gently kissed the cheek of the Lord of Mankind who guided human civilization.

He handed the new bomb to Roland and said sternly.

"You know you have to say it when facing someone with a higher rank than you."

"You kid, give me your weapons and equipment!"

"What does it feel like?"

Roland smiled wryly. "I don't know, Boss."

Taylor sighed.

"Okay, you can ask for it yourself next time."