Chapter 56: On Farts
The elevator linking the upper and lower cities of Karu City is crowded with the entire population of the current hive city. Although the empire is very weak and strong in some respects, and natural selection, the Astra Militarum still need to be responsible for the safety and security of the people of the empire. food sources.
Of course, all this is wool from the sheep. The population of the hive city will be responsible for using machines to produce the food they need, including what the Astra Militarum needs. They are also the reserves of the Astra Militarum and the PDF. Now all the people in this city are soldiers.
The few factory machines left in the hive city and its promethium source power (the total name of the Mechanicus for energy) production machines were started again.
And this machine was something that Lieutenant Colonel Catachan, Avatar, saved during the guerrilla war with the greenskins during this period...
In other words, it’s a human life in exchange!
However, there are still more people than machines. The Astra Militarum, which has the highest priority, and the PDF, which has the highest priority, enjoy the natural food left by the nobles, the machine-produced food, and the synthetic food in the supply line, which are used by a small number of people working in the new upper-level factory.
The shortage of raw materials and the lack of promethium elements. Although the upper level is a place for enjoyment, those things will not enter the upper level. The materials left in the upper level are only enough for the members of the Astra Militarum and the Ecclesiarchy. Even if the population of the civilian population of the hive has dropped by one-third. , but the remaining land of the nest city is less than one-fifth.
A large amount of energy was spent on maintaining the void shield, and even the few remaining factory lines could not operate at full capacity. The people of the empire were now free, hungry, restless, and restless.
The previous serious shortage of food and land has become more and more serious, but the civilians do not dare to mutiny. After all, if you leave the void shield thirty meters, the greenskins will find you.
They won't blame the Astra Militarum, but they don't have the ability to deal with the greenskins. They will only blame themselves for being weak, unable to kill the damn aliens.
Alan Bair looked at the ragged empire residents from the window of the guard tower. They were just like him, but they left their homes because of the invasion of green skins and the tyranny of aliens.
He used a thin blade to roughly shave off the beard growing on his chin. The greenskins had been camping in the square for three days, and the Astra Militarum was gradually getting on the right track. Although there was still no possibility of breaking through the greenskin siege, killing It's not like there's no hope for those damn aliens.
During this period, Alan Bayer went to the upper level every day to search for the location of the reminder. He thought a lot. The person who crossed out the address might be afraid of the technology of the dark age, or he might hope that wise people would use it.
But this endless description only allowed Alan Bair to focus on two places. The mansion of the governor of the upper planet, the huge castle at the second highest point of the entire Karu City, and the state church of Karu City. These two Only places can have daylight during the day and moonlight at night, but they do not have completely sealed rooms inside.
In fact, there is no such damn place as a basement. The Planetary Governor's Mansion is not a mansion, but a place of governance. There is no cellar.
Although the Anglican Church has a cellar, it was sealed with cement because it was discovered during church maintenance that it affected the stability of the building.
I have a lot of thoughts, but I can't figure it out. If the storage point is outside the hive, if I don't find those things, if those things are not enough to defeat the greenskins...
Alan Bayer was a little uncomfortable with his messy thoughts, until there was a fierce muffled sound, the void shield glowed brightly, and he immediately walked out of the guard 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 inverted table, because the corners of the square shape were inlaid with purple crystals. A strange long column, with several long, flat and complex semi-cylindrical machines buzzing beside it, continuously producing power, turning the heat of promethium into electricity and inputting it into the void shield.
Countless Astra Militarum troops were circling it, overloading the promethium generators and making a loud, annoying roar.
However, Alan Bayer felt relieved when he heard this voice. The void shield at this moment did not appear to be breached at all. However, he suddenly discovered that the things hitting the shield in the sky were not the so-called bullets, beams, and cannons, but extremely fast objects. Quick airdrop.
The rough, red-yellow thing was stuck in the air by the large house, and then suddenly opened. What was inside was not a bomb, nor a scary thing, but the servants that the greenskins liked to use, the Farts.
At this moment, the void shield was still "trembling" constantly, and those green-skinned shells were firing restlessly. Then, a disgusting, hateful fart fell on the head of the poor civilians. The thing made a strange chirping sound. Then he inserted the dagger into the man's temple, and with a pop, countless blood spilled out.
"What's going on?" Before the officers of the Astra Militarum could react, a large number of farts fell like raindrops. Because the enemy's location was very accurate and they were afraid of attacking their companions and the void shield generator, most of the Astra Militarum did not If you dare to shoot, you can only attack those little things with bayonets.
The green-skinned stench of the disgusting farts continued to spread, and at the same time, there were various expressions of the residents of the empire, including rage, anger at the aliens attacking their homes, and fear. A large number of people were shuttled through the camp, and young people picked up the things on their hands. Things hit the grunt, but those green, child-sized things were frighteningly agile.
Such actions will only cause greater chaos. Even the bombardment of those greenskins is just to cause chaos. It can be seen that One-Eye understands people's hearts too well.
It would be okay if it were just the things around him, but the problem is that the soldiers of the Astra Militarum are also stationed here. When the soldiers were cut open by the play of several grunts, those child-like things immediately dispersed.
The angry people picked up the dead Astra Militarum guns, and the guns left the body. This was expressly prohibited in the propaganda of the Ministry of Military Affairs. It is because of this that the residents of the Empire are more "unsophisticated" than you think. .
The young man raised the beam gun, his eyes were red, he opened the shooting chamber and pointed at a few grunts to shoot them, still shouting.
"For the Emperor! Kill the alien!"
But the beam fired by an untrained guy couldn't be loyal. The trajectory of the gun grazed the farts, and those little things chirped away, speaking in ugly low Gothic.
The beam hit the promethium power production equipment without any bias, causing sparks to fly 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 firing.
"TMD, you heretic!" the staff officer yelled, and pulled out the bolt gun from his waist, hitting the man's head with terrible accuracy, and the blood wet the ground...
At this moment, Alan Bair fired, automatically locking onto the enemy's terrifying marksmanship. As long as his physical muscle tissue could keep up, the speed of his marksmanship could exceed human understanding, but for a real Astartes monk, it was still slow.
But enough!
The hell gun roared, and those little things were instantly beaten into blood mist like bugs after seeing insecticide.
But looking at 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 level as soon as possible. The technical team will come to maintain the equipment..."
Although he said it lightly, the technicians of the Astra Militarum did not know how to repair it at all. It can be said that this attack used a few farts to exchange for at least 30% of the void shield's defense, and it is not that the civilians did not go to the upper level , but has been transporting, but the huge population and the number that the upper class cannot bear make this matter extremely difficult.
If the civilians are abandoned and the void shield is pushed out, what is the difference between them and their superiors who abandoned themselves?
And this situation is inherently unstable, and the orc leader can actually use the simplest and most accurate method to hit the weakness of the current Astra Militarum...
Everyone definitely feels that the one-eyed one has indeed become more terrifying, more...
It’s so humane!
About ten minutes later, all officers above the rank of lieutenant held an emergency meeting. With almost no controversy, it was quickly decided to cut off the power used to produce civilian food and use it to maintain the void shield.
In other words, a large number of civilians will face a life without enough food and clothing, with people everywhere and being driven like animals, which is even worse than now!
This incident also made the lieutenants feel sick and uncomfortable. They had never experienced such a feeling, being killed by a...
The greenskins have figured it out?
The staff officer's face was even more livid, especially since the attack on One-Eye ended, Lieutenant Colonel Avada had led his soldiers to guerrilla the greenskins in the city. He risked his life to get the promethium and promethium generators back now. Now If you say it's bad, then it's bad?
He couldn't explain to his comrades...
Alan Bayer raised his hand at this moment. There was no doubt that he wanted to find a new power production machine, a new promethium rod, and whether the place he was thinking about was on the lower level.
"I will go. My soldiers and I are familiar with the hive's pipes. Let me go and I will bring new machines and equipment, promethium rods and food."
"And I am most familiar with One-Eye and his men. This matter must be mine..."
Although the other officers did not want to agree, they still nodded secretly in their hearts. The staff officer sighed. No one should go out and take risks at this time.
But in order to ensure the number of residents in the empire, firstly to ensure the supply of troops at the beginning of the war, and secondly to ensure basic productivity, Alan Bayer may really need to go out once.
"I will give you the best equipment the group can provide..."
Alan Bair 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 it? Everyone is short of supplies now. It must be Second Lieutenant Alan Bayer who wants to get it out.
If it were normal times, they would refuse for the sake of face, and even scold them back with a bit of a military temper, but now...
The officers sighed secretly, but in their hearts they hoped that Alan Bair could continue to live under the blessing of the God Emperor, for the sake of the empire.
The problem is that the reality is that the Fourth Platoon really doesn't like it. They blackmailed the nobles. They also had a staff member start a small stove before and got a lot of extra supplies. Last time, they harvested the entire transport ship's ammunition.
There are three or four other platoons set up together, and maybe even a company is not as wealthy as the fourth platoon.
But the other officers didn't know that. They also felt that Alan Bair was selfless and caring for others, and they wished they could sing hymns for him to attract the emperor's blessing.
As for what the people in the fourth row thought of this trip, they had no complaints. Rather, it was the greatest shame to huddle under the void shield.
They used to be elites based on the orcs, especially since they regarded themselves as Alan Bair's personal guards. They had a strange sense of aloofness in the legion, and they didn't get along well with other companies. Commonly known as, they didn't get along well.
The disadvantage 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 give them priority to win, making them feel like they are "isolated".
But people in the fourth row don't say they like privileges, they just want to survive.
Such privileges represent heavier responsibilities, and the feeling of not being treated sincerely by others is also very bad. John looked at the magazine boredly, and when he heard about this task, he became energetic and began to plan the route.
The brown-haired female officer also began to prepare logistics, and the atmosphere was even a bit like a spring outing. However, they are all veterans, and optimism is a rare emotion. Alan Bayer thought so and began to wipe his hell gun...
Today, several new tents have been added to the camp, and isolation zones and barbed wire fences have been set up near the Void Shield. The residents of the hive have been constantly being transported upwards during this period, but it is still not enough. A large number of civilians are crowded together, with almost no private space. Men and women, as if gender didn't matter anymore, they were just animals now.
The establishment of the quarantine zone makes this situation worse, but it is obviously more foolish to allow easily incited civilians to approach the void shield.
I have to say that Alan Bayer understands the empire's mentality a little now...
Mortals are fragile, stupid, and huge in number. If they don't use iron fists and inhumane strategies, how can a huge empire stay in the sea of stars, or can it stay in Terra for the rest of its life, waiting for the aliens to exterminate them?
A feeling of despair permeated the camp. The giant elevator going up and down was filled with people crying, the sound of beams firing, and the moist red color of blood.
Alan Bayer is even more determined, he has to find a way to solve the one-eyed problem, no matter what...
When his thoughts drifted far away, he looked towards the square in the distance. One-eye, no, old One-eye, was reading a book.
He had this habit because he unknowingly discovered that all the knowledge in his head showed that there were too many shrimps in the galaxy and they were full of threats to the orcs, which would be the biggest obstacle to Waaagh.
He must learn how to deal with shrimps more efficiently. Even if he doesn't like how he is now, what Old One-Eye dreams of is to drink fungus beer with the greenskins who understand him, shoot the shrimps with a big kaka, and then stand on the greenskin's side. Enjoy more cheer in your own world.
To be honest, he is too tired now. Although he seems to have everything a greenskin wants, his heart has been twisted into more like a shrimp due to various accidents and fate.
Complexity, complexity that did not belong to the green skin, grew in his heart. Sometimes, he would look at Iron Teeth longingly, wanting to be as "stupid" as him, but he couldn't do it.
He closed the book and took out an engineering drawing. If a human being saw it, he would definitely be grinning from ear to ear. It was a... huge, terrifying... Brother Mao's ancient giant machine!
(End of chapter)