Chapter 25: The Inevitable Battle, Part 4
Boring time always passes quickly and is precious. Taylor watched the girl from Lightlin go from being wary at the beginning to being able to cook dinner for him.
Human habituation is truly a terrible thing.
Taylor threw the scraps of meat that he didn't like to eat out of the position, and felt helpless when he saw a few green-skinned creatures called Squigg happily licking them clean.
Now he looked like an exhibit in a zoo, the greenskins watching him from afar and whispering warily.
Taylor could faintly hear them talking.
"Is this the human leader?"
"It doesn't look scary..."
"His kid doesn't look that great!"
"Maybe we can?"
At this moment, Taylor made a face at them, and the greenskins who were chatting would flee in panic as if they saw a monster.
This situation was repeated several times, so that Taylor went from being amused at the beginning to being unable to resist shooting, and even wasting bullets attacking the greenskins.
The greenskins are a good example of what it means if you give in, he will become more demanding, and if you become more demanding, he will run away immediately.
After the laser pistol smashed the heads of several greenskins, the green guys fled from here screaming, and finally there were no bystanders left.
The brothers looked at Taylor with some dissatisfaction. It was not that they liked being treated like animals, but they were worried that such actions would cause the suspended greenskin attack to come again.
But Taylor said, "No, they don't have the courage anymore. The greenskins are creatures that only care about the results. They are convinced of one thing."
"That means that all the greenskins who fought against me died miserably, so they will also die miserably against me."
"To put it in the greenskin's words, I don't think I can beat him..."
A soldier asked in confusion, "Boss, how do you know so much forbidden knowledge? This is something the Inquisition keeps strictly secret."
"To be honest, this is a bit heretical."
Taylor replied nonchalantly. "How many days have I spent on the front lines? More than 365 standard Terran days. I've also met veterans and learned survival techniques from them."
"If the Inquisition knew how much knowledge I have in my head, they would shoot me without hesitation, but this doesn't matter."
"Those bastards who only care about nobles and high-ranking officials wouldn't dare come here. Look, this place is filled with greenskins and twisted monsters. Apart from heretics and true loyalists, only consumables like us would come here."
These words made the guys angry.
they shouted.
"Yes! Yes! Those damned inquisitors wouldn't dare come to the front lines."
But after they finished speaking, they cautiously searched the gaps in the sandbags and the temporary storage space in the trenches, as if they were afraid that the judges would crawl out from the ground.
This made Taylor laugh, and the greenskins began to move closer.
He put away his frivolousness and looked at the greenskins.
The boys bared their fangs and shouted at Taylor.
"Humans, surrender quickly, and we will forgive you for what happened!"
They wore ridiculous uniforms and coats with their ranks on their chests, nice leather boots, and equipment that actually counted as weapons.
The Bloodaxe Clan, a greenskin clan that encountered humans in their early years and learned the art of war from the Empire, and who love bombing and discipline.
They had already declined, but recently they have started to develop again as mercenaries. The greenskins of the Death's Skull Tribe should have trade relations with them.
Taylor thought for a moment, then picked up the team's makeshift megaphone and shouted.
"Call your leader to negotiate with me, or I won't leave!"
Ms. Katie said in disbelief. "Boss, you want to negotiate with the greenskins?!" This was practically heresy in Imperial education. But Taylor wasn't an Imperial at heart.
He said nonchalantly, "Oh, nothing, just buying time."
The other party also replied. "I have nothing to discuss with humans!"
He looked like a typical greenskin warlord, angry, wearing an exaggerated pirate hat and a prosthetic limb with a power clamp. If he opened his mouth to attack, Taylor and the others probably wouldn't be able to hold on.
Taylor grinned. "Oh, it seems I defeated one of the boss's right-hand men. Let me see who it is."
The boss bared his teeth and replied, "What? Don't push your luck. I don't hold grudges. I just don't trust humans."
Taylor said. "What if I give you a chance to take this tribe into my possession?"
The boss rolled his eyes and then moved forward.
Taylor also walked out of the trench and headed towards them under the worried gazes of his brothers.
The two greenskins, no, two officers met for the first time, and the first thing Taylor saw was the symbol that imitated human military rank.
Similar to the Colonel of the Empire, this can be...
Taylor secretly mocked himself. He didn't expect that the highest-ranking officer he met was actually a green-skinned colonel?
He looked at the big, smelly greenskin and said in a brave manner. "A Space Marine went in. There are Death Skull Bosses in that huge fortress, right?"
"If you let us go, I'll give you Death's Head, and you can claim to have killed the leader."
"According to the Greenskin rules, you will be the boss from now on."
The green colonel laughed and said, "Haha, why should I listen to you? I'm a Blood Axe. I can certainly kill that greenskin boss, and I can kill you too."
Now Taylor picked up the Catachan knife at his waist and pointed it at the leader's neck.
"do you know it?"
The leader said angrily, "My people died in your hands. The rumor is true."
Taylor said. "You know what he's capable of, and he lost the head-to-head fight, and that big bike and that big gun went to the scrapyard, and this is all that's left."
"And I have 10 brave men and a battle-hardened Space Marine here. When he arrives with the head of the Death Skull Boss, all he needs to do is shout, and your reinforcements will be gone!"
The orc leader cursed. "They'll lose all their fighting spirit now that their boss is dead!"
"You damn human, you're even more cunning than I thought. Damn it, if you were a greenskin, I'd really want you to come work for me."
"I agree to this deal. If you don't give me your head, I will kill you!"
Taylor said, "Yes, yes, you stupid alien. Business is business, and war is war. The next time you invade the Empire, I will personally deal with you!"
He gave a terrifying smile, or at least he thought so.
Then he turned around and returned to his position. He sat in his position with an extremely determined expression.
The others looked at him in admiration. This was a bargaining attempt with a huge green-skinned leader!
But no one saw Taylor's thighs shaking like a sieve under the sandbag.
He repeated it in his heart again and again.
I didn't die...
He had just been looking into the distance, afraid that someone would shoot him, or that the leader would raise his hands in anger. Obviously, he was a good actor.
Now all they had to do was wait for that damn wolf to come back with their bargain...