Chapter 56 On Fart

The elevator linking the upper and lower cities of Karoo City is crowded with the entire population of this Hive City. Although the empire is in a certain way very weak and strong, natural selection, but the Star Militia still needs to be responsible for the safety and security of the people of the empire. food source.

Of course, all of this is wool out of the sheep, and the population of the hive city will be responsible for using machines to produce the food they need, including the needs of the Astral Army, and they are also the reserves of the Astral Army and the PDF. Now the city is full of soldiers.

The small number of factory machines left behind by the Hive and its promethium source (the Mechanicus collective name for energy) production machines started again.

And this machine is what Lieutenant Colonel Katachan, Avada rescued during the guerrilla warfare with the green skins...

In other words, it is a trade for human life!
However, there are still many people and few machines. The Star Militia Army with the highest priority and the second PDF enjoy the natural food left by the nobles. The machine-produced and synthetic food in the supply line are used by a small number of people working in the new upper-level factories.

The shortage of raw materials and the lack of promethium elements, although the upper floor is a place to enjoy, but those things will not enter the upper floor, and the materials left over from the upper floor are only enough for the Star Guards and members of the State Church, even if the population of the hive capital has dropped by one-third , the remaining hive capital land is less than one-fifth.

A large amount of energy is spent on maintaining the void shield, and even the remaining few factory lines cannot be fully activated. The people of the empire are now free, hungry, restless, and restless.

The shortage of food and land became more and more serious before, but the civilians did not dare to mutiny. After all, the green skins will find you 30 meters away from the void shield.

They wouldn't blame the Astra Militarum, but they didn't have the ability to deal with the Greenskins either, they would only blame themselves for being weak, powerless, and unable to kill the damn aliens.

Alan Baier looked at the ragged empire residents from the window of the sentry tower. They were the same as himself, but they left their homes because of the invasion of the green skins and the tyranny of the aliens.

He roughly shaved off the beard growing on his chin with a thin blade. It had been three days since the greenskins camped in the square, and the Star Militia Army was gradually getting on the right track. Although there was still no possibility of breaking through the greenskin siege, they killed There is hope for those damned xenos.

During this period of time, Alan Bayer went to the upper floor to find the location of the prompt every day. He thought a lot. The person who crossed out the address may be afraid of the technology of the Dark Ages, or he may hope that wise people will use it.

But this kind of endless description only allowed Alan Bayer to lock in two places, the residence of the governor of the upper planet, the huge castle at the second highest point in the entire Karoo city, and the state church in Karoo city. Only places can have sunlight during the day and moonlight at night, but none of them have completely sealed rooms inside.

In fact, there is no such damn place as the basement. The Planetary Governor's Mansion is not a mansion, but a place of governance, and there is no cellar.

Although the state church has a cellar, it was sealed with cement because it was found that the stability of the building was affected during the maintenance of the church.

I have a lot of thoughts, but I can't get to the point, if the storage point is outside the hive capital, if I haven't found that batch of things, if those things are not enough to defeat the greenskins...

The messy thoughts made Alan Bayer a little uncomfortable, until there was a violent muffled sound, the void shield shone brightly, and he immediately walked out of the sentry tower.

He looked at the huge void shield generator in the distance. It was a huge device that was 10 meters high. The loyal bones of the empire were engraved on it. Its shape was a bit like an upside-down table, because the four corners of the square shape were inlaid with purple crystals. The peculiar long column, beside which several humming long flat and complex semi-cylindrical machines continuously produce source power, transforming the heat of promethium into electricity and inputting it into the void shield.

Countless astral troops are surrounding it, overloading the promethium generators, and the roar is huge, which makes people feel annoying.

However, Alan Bayer felt relieved when he heard this voice. At this moment, the void shield did not appear to be broken at all, but he suddenly discovered that the thing hitting the shield in the sky was not a so-called bullet, beam, or cannon, but an airdrop pod. .

The rough, red-and-yellow thing was stuck in mid-air by the Void Stand, and then it suddenly opened. It wasn't a bomb or something scary inside, but the servant that the greenskins liked to use, the Grot.

At this moment, the void shield was still "shaking" constantly, and then, a disgusting, hateful grit landed on the poor civilian's head, the thing made a strange noise, and then inserted the dagger into the man's temple , With a pop, countless blood spilled out.

"What's the situation?" Before the officers of the Star Militia could react, a large number of farts fell like raindrops. Because the enemy's position was located very accurately, they were afraid of attacking their companions and void shield generators. Most of the Star Militia didn't If you dare to shoot, you can only attack those little things with a bayonet.

The green-skinned smell of the disgusting fart keeps spreading, and at the same time, there are various expressions of the residents of the empire, including rage, anger at the aliens attacking their homes, and fear. A large number of people flow through the camp. Thing hurled at the Grit, but those green, child-sized things were terribly agile.

Such actions only lead to greater chaos.

It’s okay if it’s just the things around it, but the problem is that the soldiers of the Star Militia Army are also stationed here. When the soldiers were cut off by a few farts playing and playing, those child-like things immediately scattered.

Those furious people picked up the dead Star Guards with guns, and the guns left the body. This was explicitly prohibited in the propaganda of the Ministry of Military Affairs. The reason is because of this, the residents of the empire are more "simple and simple" than you imagined. .

The young man raised the beam gun, his eyes were already red, he opened the shooting chamber and pointed at a few farts to shoot, still shouting.

"For the Emperor! Kill the aliens!"

But the beams from untrained guys can't be faithful, the rails of the guns brushing the farts, and the little things chirp away, speaking a bad low-gothic tongue.

But the light beam hit the promethium power production equipment impartially, and sparks flew from the loyal machine. In an instant, the light of the void shield faded a lot. The man didn't realize the problem and kept shooting.

"You fucking heresy!" The staff officer yelled, the bolter was pulled out from his waist, and it hit the man's head with terrifying accuracy, the blood wet the ground...

At this moment, Alan Bayer shoots and automatically locks on the enemy's terrifying marksmanship. As long as his physical muscle tissue can catch up, his marksmanship speed can break through human understanding, but for a real Astartes monk, it is still slow.

But enough!
The hell gun roared, and those little things were instantly smashed into blood mist like insects seeing pesticides.

But seeing the smoke coming out of the promethium generator, the place became dead silent, the staff officer shouted. "Evacuate the civilians, and bring them to the upper floors as soon as possible, the technical team, to maintain the equipment..."

Although it's easy to say, the technicians of the Astral Army can't repair it at all. It can be said that this attack has exchanged a few farts for at least 30% of the defense of the void shield, and it's not like the civilians didn't go to the upper floor. , but has been transporting, but the huge population and the amount that the upper class cannot afford make this matter extremely difficult.

If the civilians are abandoned and the void shield is launched, what is the difference between them and the boss who abandoned themselves?
And this kind of situation is inherently unstable, that orc leader can use the simplest and most accurate method to hit the weakness of the current star army...

Everyone really felt that One-Eyed was getting scarier, more…

It's human!

About 10 minutes later, all the officers above lieutenants held an emergency meeting. With almost no disputes, they finally decided to cut off the electricity for producing civilian food and use it to maintain the void shield.

In other words, a large number of civilians will face starvation, poor clothing, and people everywhere, being driven like animals, which is worse than it is now!
This incident also made the lieutenants feel sick and uncomfortable. They have never experienced such a feeling, being...

Did the green skin get it right?
The staff officer's face was even more ashen, especially since the attack on One Eye was over, Lieutenant Colonel Arvada led the soldiers to guerrilla greenskins in the urban area. Today's promethium and promethium generators are all brought back by him risking their lives. Now Say it's broken?
He couldn't explain to his comrades...

Alan Bayer raised his hand at this moment. There is no doubt that he wants to find a new power production machine, as well as a new promethium rod, and whether the place he is thinking about is in the lower floor.

"I'll go. My soldiers and I are familiar with the hive's plumbing. Let me go. I'll bring new machines and equipment, promethium sticks and food."

"And I am most familiar with One-Eyed and his subordinates, this matter is none other than me..."

Although the other officers didn't want to agree, they still nodded secretly in their hearts. The staff officer sighed, no one should go out to take risks at this time.

But in order to ensure the number of the empire's residents, one is to ensure the source of soldiers at the beginning of the war, and the other is to ensure basic productivity, Alan Bayer may really need to go out once.

"I will give you the best equipment that the regiment can provide..."

Alan Baier bowed his hands. "I don't like it, leave it to others."

This sentence did not anger the other officers, but made them feel sad. How could they look down on them? Now that everyone is short of supplies, Second Lieutenant Alan Bayer must have wanted them out.

If it was normal, they would refuse for the sake of face, and even scolded back with a bit of a military temper, but now...

The officers sighed secretly, but in their hearts they hoped that Alan Bayer could continue to live under the blessing of the God Emperor, for the sake of the empire.

The problem is that the fourth row really doesn't look down on the reality. They blackmailed the nobles, and some staff officers made a small fuss before. They bought a lot of extra supplies and harvested the ammunition of the entire transport ship last time.

Three or four of the other platoons are stacked together, maybe a company is not as rich as the fourth platoon.

But the other officers didn't know that, they still felt that Grand Duke Alan Bair was selfless and cared for others, and they wished to sing hymns for him and cite the emperor's protection.

As for what the people in the fourth row thought of this trip, they didn't have any complaints. It would be better to say that shrinking under the void shield is the greatest shame.

They used to be the elite of the orcs, especially they regarded themselves as the personal guards of Alan Baier. They had a strange sense of aloofness in the legion, and they didn't get along well with other companies. Commonly known, they didn't mix well.

Such a bad thing is not that they deserve to be excluded, but that other companies have scruples about this hero platoon and dare not take the initiative to share supplies. Playing cards will also give them priority in victory, making them seem to be "isolated".

But people in the fourth row don't like privilege, they just want to survive.

This kind of privilege represents a heavier responsibility, and it feels bad to be treated by others. John was bored looking at the magazine, and when he heard about this task, he rarely regained his energy and began to plan the route.

The brown-haired lady officer also began to prepare logistics, and the atmosphere was even a bit like a spring outing, but they were all veterans, optimism is a rare emotion, Alan Bayer thought so, and began to wipe his hell gun...

However, several new tents have been added to the current camp, and isolation areas and barbed wire fences have also been established near the void shield. The residents of the hive capital have been continuously transported up during this period, but it is still not enough. A large number of civilians are crowded together, and there is almost no private space. Men and women, as if gender doesn't matter anymore, they're just animals now.

The establishment of quarantine zones made this situation worse, but it is obviously even more stupid to let easily incited civilians approach the void shield.

It has to be said that Alan Baier understands the state of mind of the empire a little bit at this moment...

Mortals are fragile and stupid, and there are huge numbers. If you don’t use iron fists and inhuman strategies, how can the huge empire stop in the sea of ​​stars, or stay in Terra for a lifetime, waiting for the aliens to exterminate themselves?
A sense of desperation permeated the camp, the giant elevator going up and down was filled with cries of people, the sound of beams firing, the blood wet red.

Alan Baier is more determined, he has to find a way to solve the one-eyed, no matter what...

When his thoughts drifted far away, he looked at the square in the distance. One-eyed, no, old one-eyed, reading a book.

He has this habit, because he unconsciously found that all the knowledge in his head shows that there are too many shrimps in the galaxy, and they are full of threats to orcs, which will be the biggest obstacle to waaagh.

He has to learn how to deal with shrimps more efficiently. Even if he doesn't like the way it is now, what the old one-eyed dream of doing is drinking fungal beer with a greenskin who understands him, shooting shrimps with a big kaka, and then standing Enjoy more cheers in your own world.

To be honest, he is too tired now, although he seems to have everything a green skin wants, but because of various accidents and fate, his heart has been distorted into more like a shrimp.

Complexity, the complexity that does not belong to the green skin is growing in his heart. Sometimes, he will look at the iron tooth longingly, wanting to be "stupid" like him, but he can't do it.

He closed the book and took out an engineering drawing. If any human being saw it, they would definitely grin from ear to ear. It was a...huge, terrifying...

Mao Gegu giant machine!
(End of this chapter)

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