Chapter 45 Crazy Plan
The "cavemen" in Karoo City are playing cards. This is a game similar to poker but with different suits and rules. On the metal platform, some people guard their territory like wild beasts, and some people take a break from the busy work. After all, green The skin is not attacking all the time.
There is not much free time and not much fun. Kailan uses empty bomb boxes to grow flowers. John is the card god here. The brown-haired girl likes to write letters to her family, but she probably can't send those things back. Alan Bayer stopped diary and investigation today, and rarely played cards with his "family".
"Queen! Three o'clock! Win!"
"Now, I roll three dice at a time. If there are more than six alpha points in total, I will win the game with 30x2 Karoo City credits!"
John said this, and it was obvious that Alan Beyer was a novice and luck was not on his side.
"That's enough. I can exchange today's supplies for your victory. Let's not gamble next time..." It turns out that the beginner's victory has not come, and there may not be a lucky lady to favor him.
John put away a lot of cards, dice, and a few flags on the ground and said. "Two Blue Bay Ice."
Alan Beyer retorted. "You are opening your mouth to a lion, sir, this will not be allowed. I am your boss, don't forget, be careful that I put on small shoes for you."
John waved his hand. "Don't be so petty, my boss, I know. I just want you to run an errand. I'll exchange it for this one in my hand." He handed over a hard thing, which was...synthetic individual soldier field food.
"You still keep this good product? Here, one of these would cost you about two meals."
"Okay, but you have to give me a share of your Blue Bay Ice."
Now, the man with the lion's mouth has changed.
John nodded. He had no intention of asking his boss to pay. The so-called Blue Bay Ice they discussed was not a very noble thing, but ice cream. At least in Alan Bayer's eyes, it was a blue lemon with a sweet taste. Flavored ice cream, rich in milk and fruity.
It's just that such things are extremely valuable in the forest world. Although the army often gives them chocolates, candies, and snacks, their stress-reducing effects are not as good as those cold things.
In general, after being stationed, the entire platoon of soldiers has gained weight. Not only do they have the food that normal people eat, but they can also enjoy the sunshine and hot wind. Except that the living area is a bit cramped, everything else is fine.
Alan Bair walked down the long walkways and stairs. The elevators creaked and roared. The scenery of the hive city was unforgettable. There were tall buildings and statues rising one after another. The huge walls protected the residents here. People were in a hurry, but he was the only one still there. Seems relaxed.
Crossing the street, he walked against the flow of people to the tavern, opened the wooden door, and the smell of alcohol lingered on the tip of his nose. The light of the hive was dim. He lifted the curtain and passed through the strange light blue light. "Boss, two Blue Bay Ice."
The boss nodded, picked up the bottle, shook it, and accepted the synthetic food bar.
Today, the tavern is very empty. It is not a busy time here, but it is not without customers. There are two drunkards lying on the bar, a bronze-skinned hunk, and a fancy imperial uniform, which makes Alan Bayer feel a bit... look familiar.
he shouted after a moment. "Staff? Lieutenant Colonel? What are you doing?"
When you realize what you are doing...speak immediately. "Ah! I didn't go to work to catch fish, I was just supplying military supplies to the platoon!"
Alan Bayer defended himself almost subconsciously, but found that the two of them had been drunk by Amset. They covered their heads, feeling groggy, and did not look like they wanted to punish Alan Bayer at all.
The lieutenant colonel said. "Oh, it's the second lieutenant. Catachan won't be on a mission during this period, so I went to have a drink with the staff officer. He is much better than the woman in the command room."
This is abnormal. Catachan Lieutenant Colonel Avatar is now drunk and confused. He can no longer be seen as an elite of the Astra Militarum. What has he experienced?
A bad feeling echoed in Alan Bayer's heart for a while. He didn't dare to think, because the situation could only be worse. Sometimes officers are not only privileged, but also suffering.
Only the staff officer stood up slowly, disheveled and staggering. He was no match for the elite of Zhongsi Academy. There was a stubble hanging on his chin.
He said drunkenly. "I told him."
Then he pulled Alan Bair to a small, quiet place far away, with no one around. This was a pipe in a hive city, making people wonder if there would be the kind of pipe that a gene stealer would be here. It was very quiet here. , with only the occasional mutated rodent running past their feet.
The staff officer was alert and clever, so he spoke in that mosquito-like voice.
"There is already a plan to break through the green track blockade. It just requires a small sacrifice." He emphasized the last sentence of sacrifice.
Alan Beyer chewed the word. "Sacrifice?"
The staff officer's expression hardened. "Ha... you will be removed from the city wall, leaving only the PDF."
Alan Bayer covered his mouth and then smiled. "Don't be kidding, boss, how is it possible? This city will fall. PDF doesn't have the firepower to suppress a large number of greenskin tribes."
"They will die and the walls will be breached..."
The staff's face was ashen. "Yes, it is about to be lost. To be precise, the lower level of the hive city is lost. When a large number of green skins enter the city crazily, you will be stationed in the main road on the lower level, which is the elevator connecting the upper and lower levels. The green skins will indulge in massacre of civilians. ”
"While Catachan is sabotaging the orc orbital equipment camp with weak defenses in the greenskin camp, the unimpeded naval fleet will send ships to take away important upper-level personnel, officers, and supplies."
"And you are among them, but in the entire company, only you and I can leave."
Alan Bayer was stunned. "What? What about the Catachans who destroyed the enemy?"
"What about my soldiers?"
The staff officer replied. "They will die heroically, and the Catachans all agree to this plan."
"The Empire's artillery will destroy this world. There are too many greenskins to stop most problems before they make things worse."
Alan Bayer asked almost uncontrollably. "How are the residents of the hive city? There are at least 200 million people in this hive city!"
"Is the general crazy? He wants to trade hundreds of millions of lives for a few fat-brained guys?"
The staff officer shook his head. "We can't decide, this is war."
Alan Beyer's head almost short-circuited, what can he do? I could only look at the staff helplessly and ask. "Is there any more wine?"
The staff officer nodded, and they returned to the tavern. At this moment, there were three drunk people in the tavern...(End of Chapter)