Chapter 14: Vlaxia 58th Artillery Regiment
The next day, Taylor and Elena's relationship returned to its previous tit-for-tat arrogance.
There was almost no obstruction, smooth as cream, and God knew how good this girl was at playing the role of a war aristocrat, just like her countless feudal aristocratic relatives.
A moment's escape from those holy prayers and duties was as precious to her as honey.
But Taylor just felt that the girl thought she was perfect.
It was like idolatry, she saw a powerful Imperial Superman destroying enemy attacks time and time again.
Therefore she wants to rely on herself and thinks that such feelings are so-called love.
Taylor has lived two lives, almost 50 years in total, so he can naturally see through the girl's thoughts.
Of course, he was not heartless. After seeing the lady's face yesterday, no man could resist being moved.
Taylor subconsciously thought of the girl's face when he went downstairs yesterday, and was sternly interrupted by Free Blade.
"Next, let Sir Taylor tell us what he thinks!"
"Right now, the Deathskull Orcs' horde is launching a massive attack. Hundreds of giant Dread Canisters are approaching, and this number is just the number of enemies in our area."
"Frankly speaking, this is not optimistic."
"I hope the heroes of the Empire can make the right statement and lead us to victory."
Taylor looked at the eyes those people gave him. They were very sincere and sure. They probably thought they were the embodiment of miracles, but Taylor knew better.
He has always been lucky!
He had spent half the night yesterday flipping through the Imperial Guard's guard manual, but there was only one thing written between the lines of those professional reading materials, and that was two densely packed words.
"Firepower," he began.
Taylor showed his true knowledge at this moment, Mo Yue was talking nonsense, if you had enough firepower to destroy hundreds of gravity engines, those orcs would have been blown up long ago!
Yet, many people found this expression insightful and accurate. Free Blade said, "Do you think this situation can be reversed with firepower support?"
She seemed to have grasped at a life-saving straw, and of course she still looked as enthusiastic on the surface, but after what happened yesterday, Taylor's opinion of her gradually softened.
Taylor nodded uncertainly, his face frozen with confusion, but most people only saw the decisive nod of the imperial hero.
Free Blade left without saying a word, as if Taylor had annoyed her. Taylor was also happy to be free and left the meeting room with a sigh of relief.
To be frank, tomorrow may be the decisive battle. If what that female cultist said is true, the orcs' attacks started 16 years ago.
It is enough for children to grow up, and it is also enough for people to forget many things.
All this had been stagnant for so long, but in just half a month since Taylor came here, everything began to spin on the big stage like a well-planned stage play.
Taylor drank the milk tea made by the girl from Lightlin. He looked at the petite woman with chubby cheeks. Even with her white headscarf, she was sometimes stronger than a man.
He asked. "Sister, why did you join the Imperial Guard?"
The girl tapped the pot with a wooden spoon. "My father and grandfather served the Empire, that's all."
By the way, she's a demihuman, so she can basically only go to the battlefield, which is probably considered an honor in her hometown.
Taylor said. "Sorry for asking something that should be taken for granted."
The Leitling man asked sensitively. "Boss, you're feeling a bit sentimental today. Do you need something sweet?"
Taylor replied with a smile. "Yes, of course. Everything you cook is delicious." The girl blushed. "Men like you, boss, always attract girls."
This sentence was half-joking and mocking, but it reminded Taylor of Elena yesterday.
"Bad love!" he suddenly cursed.
"I'm a master of bad romance!"
The girl from Lightling asked. "What do you mean?"
Taylor replied, "Inappropriate relationships between men and women, such as teacher-student relationships."
The Lightling thought for a moment, then replied decisively, "Boss, you are truly a master at this!"
In the afternoon, the brilliant light shone on people's bodies, and there was no sign of the approaching war.
The gentle breeze was rolling and swirling playfully, making people want to close their eyes and take a nap.
This kind of peace comes from the craziest calm before the storm.
Taylor sat in the camp, looking at the cards in his hand, which looked terrible.
It felt like grabbing excrement, a mess of scattered, incoherent cards, and then Taylor looked at the little scoundrels on his team who were eyeing his dinner.
He always had a bad hand and a big addiction to cards, which made playing cards with Taylor a good job. You could enjoy the victory and taste the rewards.
Taylor wanted to regret it, but he had no excuse. After playing his cards tacitly, a vibration shook his coffee cup.
He seemed to have grasped something and said, "That's the movement of heavy vehicles. Our support is coming!"
This trick was very successful. Most people raised their heads and looked into the distance. Taylor also picked up the telescope and "accidentally" knocked over the card table when he stood up.
Treacherous and cunning, just as the green-skinned leader described him, Taylor is simply an old fox.
He looked into the distance and saw through the telescope several petrified lizard self-propelled artillery pieces, which was good news. Then he saw several Chimera armored vehicles pulling earth-shaking cannons, the kind of heavy field guns used in World War II.
He thought the firepower was enough, but gradually, a dark metal road appeared in the distance.
Something is wrong!
Taylor led the soldiers to the camp entrance. Free Blade was doing an inspection, and Taylor immediately asked, "What's going on? Did the Military Affairs Department change its gender today?"
Freeblade was chatting with an Imperial lieutenant colonel, and the middle-aged soldier saluted when he saw Taylor.
"Vlaxian Artillery, 58th Regiment, we still remember the honor and opportunity the Skadi gave us, sir!"
Taylor recalled the few historical memories in his mind. It seemed that they were indeed the soldiers rescued by the Skadi Infantry Regiment. It was normal for them to serve at the same time as the Skadi Infantry Regiment now.
He returned the salute and then asked, "What's going on today? Aren't all the artillery stationed in the rear?"
The lieutenant colonel replied. "It was Commissar Tychus's idea. When he heard Taylor needed firepower, we came."
"He persuaded the High King and the Major General of the Imperial Guard, and cleared the way."
Taylor couldn't help but feel moved... that man was like a second father to him, at least his father in this life died very early.
But the lieutenant colonel's next words made him frown.
"Mr. Tychus said frankly that as long as Taylor is there, it will definitely become the main battlefield!"