Chapter 12 Choose Your Enemy, Part 4
The retreating carriage was pulled by several tall and thin creatures that looked like a huge four-legged oak tree with rough and dried skin, but Taylor had to admit that it was.
In this world, they are the best means of transportation.
The weather has turned gloomy now. The rainy season in this world happens to be these few days. Taylor sat at the end of the carriage and looked at the foggy sky. His mood was similar to it.
The damp air blew in with fresh air, but Taylor could always detect the faint smell of gunpowder, which might be an illusion.
He didn't forget for a moment that he was in danger, and the sense of urgency was like an Ogryn punching him in the face.
Some people may say that Taylor is too neurotic. War always depends on the overall tactical and strategic advantages, rather than being obsessed with any one unit.
But when an orc bomb grazed Taylor's cheek, a bang was heard, and several orc-made heavy trucks came buzzing and hissing.
Taylor realized that his fate had no intention of letting him go!
Those vehicles made of scrap metal were puffing away, with thick black smoke and damn huge truck wheels, full of orcs and smaller ones, fart spirits.
They fired heavy bombs at the carriage, Taylor shouted almost immediately.
"Fire!"
As if heaven was responding to him, raindrops began to fall, moistening the soil.
As the Imperial Guards exchanged blows with lasrifles and heavy bolters, Taylor could see other wagons with their tires blown out, frozen in place, their loyalists inside mowed down by Ork fire.
It was a terrible chase, the orcs toying with their convoy as if they were playing with old, weak and sick wolves, using the terrible maneuverability of their engines.
If Roland's explosives weren't so threatening, Taylor's car would be no different from those poor militia vehicles.
Those damn depleted uranium flintlock rifles are not good at dealing with large numbers and angry creatures like orcs.
Of course, this has nothing to do with the Mechanicus's problems. It's more that the main task of those militias is not to clear out light infantry, but to deal with heavy vehicles or heavy infantry with anti-knight mecha capabilities.
The depleted uranium flintlock rifle with penetrating ability was obviously cheap and qualified, even though they had not considered at all how weak it would be against orcs.
Taylor watched helplessly as the militiamen were killed, and then shot at the greenskins. He almost shot sparks from his laser pistol.
He was actually quite accurate in shooting. Two shots could make a greenskin fall off the truck, but then a new greenskin would crawl out of the truck compartment.
It felt like the game was spawning monsters. God knows how many people they packed into those cars?
The raindrops hit his cheeks mercilessly, making Taylor miss the camp. At least there were houses there.
He put all his anger in his heart and fired at the greenskins, almost shouting and screaming.
Such behavior unexpectedly boosted morale. Most of the imperial soldiers saw Taylor's heroic figure standing at the rear of the carriage and shooting without fear of death!
Even though he was screaming against death.
Even those scary-looking orc boys were frightened by this human. Many greenskins thought that if he was an orc, he must be a war leader!
In the end, it was the rain that saved Taylor. As the battle intensified, the soil became muddy, the orcs lost their mobility, and the soldiers' hit rate began to improve.
Originally, the Empire had more people on its side, and the greenskins who came here were only a few decapitation troops. Although they were all elite, they usually focused on speed. Once the speed advantage disappeared, it was difficult for them to be compared with the Imperial Guard.
For Taylor, he just felt that the more he fought, the fewer enemies there were, and he seemed to be winning?
Until a buzzing roar was heard, and a green locomotive emitting thick smoke lifted the mud into the air, and the cool red body ran out from the side of a large number of dirty cars.
Sitting on it was a huge camouflaged orc. The monster looked at Taylor and charged forward.
The locomotive spewed black smoke, and the huge monster tires crushed the mud, but the wet mud was nothing to him.
Taylor looked at the thing, over three meters tall, with biceps bigger than his head, and immediately shouted, "Fuck! Roland! Katie, focus your fire!"
Countless beams and explosive bombs sprayed on the leader's face, but he just grinned and took out his revolver.
This was the first time Taylor had seen such a cool move. If he had to describe it, it would be...
It's like seeing Schwarzenegger!
Like a Terminator, he smashed the wheel with one shot, causing the high-speed carriage to get stuck in the mud and completely overturn. A pile of broken wood chips and iron pieces filled the carriage.
This caused the bullets attacking the greenskin leader to miss the target by almost half.
The horses were off the track, or rather, the tall, thin, four-legged creatures, for horses had died out ten thousand years before. The ones in Krieg were not considered horses.
Taylor was lying on the tilted carriage with a dizzy head. He saw the orc get off the carriage and point a sharp long-bladed dagger at him.
Taylor said automatically. "Catachan?"
The chief grinned and said, "You have a good eye. I like it."
"Come on, smart human, kill me and you will live."
Taylor took out his laser pistol and started shooting without any moral ethics, forcing the leader to protect his head with his arms. A large piece of flesh on his arm was burned by the laser, emitting a disgusting burnt brown smell.
He was so angry that he wanted to kill Taylor, but he found that this human was heading towards the interior of the carriage.
The leader was quite disappointed. He hadn't expected that the man he had chased for so long and made him so miserable would actually...
So unbearable!
With anger, he used his thick green arms to lift the debris, wood, and iron sheets that fell from the top of the carriage one by one. He listened to the sound of Taylor using his small body to move around in the carriage.
He angrily lifted up the last piece of iron and cursed. "What the hell! I'm going to rip your head off!"
Taylor, breathless, smiled. "The Emperor has blessed me with a great treasure."
The green man saw the man holding something black and huge, almost half his size!
But whatever it was, it couldn't save him.
The greenskin leader raised his weapon, Taylor was ready, and the two men pulled the trigger at the same time.
Ping Pong Pong!
Clouds of blood mist with the smell of mushrooms spread out. Taylor sat exhausted on the ruins of the carriage and put down the heavy bomb he was holding tightly in his hand.
His arm was nearly broken by the horrific recoil of the bomb. To be honest, it hurt like hell...
The bullet grazed Taylor's head. If the greenskin had been more accurate, or Taylor had been a little slower, the situation would have been very different.
Taylor was panting, but the first thing he did was to ask Roland, who was seriously injured and lying under the wooden board. "Are you okay, brother?"
"And the Lytlin girl and Katie, and those little bastards who usually mess with me."
The men answered one by one as if taking a roll call. "I'm fine, boss."
"no problem."
"I have a fracture!"
"The Emperor's blessing!"
Katie got up now, her pretty head covered in sawdust and blood, and said tremblingly, "What happened to the monster?"
Taylor got up trembling and took a look at the thing. His head had been cracked open, and red and white were scattered all over the floor.
With his eyes open in death, his huge body fell down. The other greenskins began to retreat when they saw their leader dead.
Taylor walked over and quickly picked up the Catachan long blade at his waist with his left hand, which was barely able to move, and said viciously.
"This isn't your thing, Alien!"