Chapter 39 Supply Line, Lifeline
The war was still going on. During this period, Alan Bair was attacked by a large number of orcs on the platform, but they were not the tribe of one-eyed orcs, but other guys with clear banners.
The huge waaagh echoed at the south gate. This situation occurred on all major defense platforms in Karu City. The cruel and terrifying meat grinder kept turning, and the Astra Militarum's huge weapons arsenal shot out colorful bursts of light and power. .
The green skin on the ground turned into thick juice and fragments. There were only a few killing cans. The armored boy or the bigger boss could survive, but so what?
The heavy explosive bombs roared, and they were turned into meat very quickly. You must know that there are dozens of explosive bombs on the city defense of Karu City!
Even if the battle situation seems to be a one-sided massacre.
But it was not difficult for Alan Bair to guess what One Eye was doing. He was using information about the difficulties in the human supply line to instigate the orcs to attack Karu City, and he was acting as a peacemaker in the conflicts between the major tribes.
With the strength and wisdom of One Eye, he would do this, but the reality is that such a plan is simply disgusting, killing people with a borrowed knife to accumulate strength.
When the heavy bombs that spewed thick smoke went out, the shooting of the four bombs reduced the green skins on the ground to pulp and smashed many killing cans, but the ammunition was no longer optimistic.
"Keilan, how many more bombs are there?"
Kailan patted the machine body, and the bolt gun poked out of the magazine. The bullet chain fell to the ground with a clatter. Not a single round was fired.
Kellan shook his head. "Finished another ammunition chain..."
"Boss, there are only 400 rounds left, they are all used up."
Alan Bair's heart is cold. If the green skins from other tribes come again next time, they will have no choice but to go down and fight the enemy in close combat?
It has been two months since the orcs started the orbital blockade. The orc tribe has become more active for some reason. There are fewer and fewer heavy explosive bombs and plasma liquids in the supplies. Even canned and synthetic foods have been replaced by those eaten by the locals. Food similar to steamed buns or something.
Only the logging guns that can be produced locally in Karu City can still provide enough ammunition. After two months of war, the situation of one less shot of heavy explosive shells has not improved at all.
Alan Bair leaned against the wall, ammunition was his lifeline. He was too tired. The greenskins knew that the Astra Militarum was out of supplies, and the attacks continued. This time it was the third wave, the third wave today, those beasts There is simply no end to the number of people that can be killed.
He broke open a piece of dried white starch food. This was what replaced the starch block, and it also represented how successful the orc's action was.
While taking a break, suddenly there was a knock on the door of their platform.
Dong Dong Dong
John shouted. "Who is it?"
The other person answered. "Gant, platoon leader of the third platoon of the second company of the third Skadi Infantry Regiment, requests to consolidate supplies."
Alan Beyer was thinking in his head, as if it were the platoon on the next platform. "If you don't have supplies, get out of here. If you don't have guns, just get out and fight the orcs with bayonets!"
He was completely rude. After all, his platoon was his family. How could he starve his own people?
The third platoon leader shouted. "Good temper! What if I said I could provide you with explosive ammunition?"
Alan Bayer became interested and opened the door himself. Outside the metal door, there was a bearded guy with fair skin who looked very out of place.
Looking at the military rank on his shoulder, Lieutenant, Alan Baier should call him "sir", but Alan Baier is wearing a hell gun and carapace armor, but the opposite side is still an ordinary bulletproof armor and flashlight, making it difficult to tell who is who. Sir.
said 3rd Platoon Sergeant Gant. "As expected of the legendary fourth platoon leader, he really deserves his reputation."
Alan Beyer said directly. "Stop talking nonsense and tell me where the ammunition is coming from?" He was oppressed by the flames of war and pressure. You won't be in a good mood when you are running out of ammunition, let alone someone like you who doesn't know what you are talking about.
Gant wasn't angry either. "The black market, I want to go there to do some business, but I don't have enough money. I want to ask if you still have that stuff?"
That thing is a slang term in the army. Generally speaking, it refers to Amset wine. The wine brewed from food in the empire is very popular in various places.
Alan Beyer also lost his temper. "The black market stuff is unreliable, but I don't have a choice..."
"Does anyone in the army still have that thing?"
Everyone is hesitating and hesitating. After days of fighting and constant pressure, those things that have been swallowed long ago are still retained?
Only John stood up and took out a fairly good bottle...
"Boss, I won this by playing cards in the pub..."
Alan Beyer said. "It's still useful..." But in his heart, he was thinking about how his adjutant still had time to play cards. He had to find a way to put some pressure on him and let him learn to lead troops.
In general, we can't let him fish.
But Alan Bayer didn't know that John was not playing cards. He was already familiar with the black market people and often gave them things from the army in exchange for a large amount of civilian supplies for his own people.
I don’t know where he came from, but his sophistication has made him very useful to the gangsters here. With his background in the Astra Militarum, he has even become somewhat famous, and he knows very well that there are no explosive bombs in this so-called black market. Ammunition is such a high-tech thing.
He thought that the third platoon leader was probably deceived. As the boss's adjutant, he also began to think of a way. The packaging standard of this wine is the family emblem of the largest gang here. Only people within their system can use it. This bottle of wine is Give those black market people some eye drops and tell them that the Astra Militarum is not all fools.
After the third platoon leader left, Alan Bayer was told this situation by John. Alan Bayer only thought that John was a talent and he had to make good use of it...
One day later, the third platoon leader came back with a grimace. Sure enough, he didn't get the ammunition. He only had a lot of food and logging gun ammunition compensated by the gang. But that's not what they lacked. What they lacked was something that could break armor!
Alan Bair patted the shoulders of the three platoon leaders. "Brother, it's okay, the God Emperor bless us, we will definitely survive."
"I expected this situation right now, otherwise why would I give you that bottle of wine?"
Third platoon leader Gant nodded heavily. "Yeah... Fourth platoon leader, you are really good. I didn't expect the local residents to be familiar with you. If it weren't for you, we would have fired with fake explosive bombs. If the machine spirit was not happy, it might have killed someone!"
"After all, you saved us. From now on, our third platoon of soldiers will also be dispatched to you."
Alan Bayer doesn't care about this, as long as he didn't get deceived...
After sending away the third platoon of people, the real difficulties have not left them. They will not be able to support the next large-scale greenskin attack...
But soon, the brown-haired corporal pointed to the sky and shouted. "Boss! Boss! Pepper...pepper!"
Alan Beyer walked over. "What pepper? I want to eat later..." He raised his head and looked at the small black dots flying down from the sky, scattering like pepper. A huge cruiser dropped out of the atmosphere like a pepper shaker.
If you look closely, you will see that they are not small dots, but hundreds of transport ships! (End of chapter)