Chapter 57: Stealing the Machine to Kill the Greenskins Decryption Question
The dark and damp hive pipes are not a poor place with pleasant scenery. The plants growing here are native flora and fauna of Gondwa VI, which is called the Garden World and Death World.
When the bayonet kills a terrifying rodent the size of a small dog, and the rat was just running around with a human skull in its mouth, you can see the simplicity of the people in this world.
In the past, Alan Bair's killing operations took place along the popular local main roads. He was often favored by gangsters and locals. Not to mention local creatures, a few pieces of moss could be used as dinner by the hungry hive people.
But now, in order to get the large machines that have not been recycled by green skins in remote areas, we have to go through the sewage roads of those factories, and they have not been cleaned for hundreds of years. It can be said that there is a scene full of vitality, like the well of all things, which makes people forget to leave.
To use Alan Bayer's description, it's like traveling back in time to the movie Charlie's Chocolate Factory that I often watched when I was a kid. It's just that people eat the food in the movie, but here it's cannibalism.
There is also a saying that travel is a journey of ups and downs, but since they got here, it has probably been a journey of ups and downs.
After entering the pipe for thirty minutes, I encountered a giant insect and shot it.
Forty minutes later, the small promethium generator that charged the lighting ball was damaged. After about 30 owners, no matter how stable the machine soul was, it couldn't bear it. The group could only fumble in the dark for the energy magazine of the laser gun they were using. Charge the lighting ball.
About forty-five minutes later, we encountered an orc patrol. It turned out that the greenskins also liked the sewers. The fourth row of soldiers spotted the greenskins and killed them after a moment. At this moment, the other side was still hesitating whether to open fire. Maybe they were killed when they were one of their own. .
About an hour later, I arrived at the factory and walked out of the pipe. Everyone was on alert, only to find that the factory door had been violently opened and there was nothing inside.
An hour and five minutes later, back at the pipe, John was cursing.
"What kind of mission is this? How many times have we encountered messy things on the way?" He lifted up his shoes, and there were still giant leeches on his military boots that were only strong enough to damage leather shoes. They were sucking his shoes, and then he was caught and thrown to the ground. He was trampled to death, and his leather shoes overflowed with dirt. At the same time, there was a big hole in his shoes.
Alan Bayer was also speechless. During this period, the orcs were collecting mechanical artifacts on a large scale like crazy. They were not picky about metals, and generators and promethium were the most important things to take care of.
He could only ask. "How far is the next factory?"
John rubbed his head. "Two more hours of walking. There is a recycling factory on the edge of the hive city. Because of its large area, there is also a promethium generator."
Alan Bair replied. "Pray to the God Emperor. If we can find what we want this time, we can return before dinner."
"But we have to be prepared. Today or even the next few days may be wasted on this matter."
It's not that he lowered morale. If he didn't explain clearly, everyone's mood would only get worse when they really fell into that situation.
"Okay, you can eat. Eat before moving forward." Alan Bayer ordered, and the other soldiers took out their lunches. They were two pieces of peanut butter-like things, wrapped in a thin piece of paper, light yellow. The shelf life of the food is unexpectedly long, the paper pieces can also be eaten, vitamins are added to the formula, and the raw materials have high protein.
Alan Bayer was very doubtful whether there were local insects in this raw material, but he didn't have to be picky. He cut the starch block with a knife and sandwiched the small cubes. It tasted a little sweet and nutty.
However, it only took about five minutes to devour the food. Every second counts. In the pipes of the hive city, which are full of rotten things, it is no longer easy to eat.
Facts have proved that when the natural environment and the narrow darkness of the hive city are combined, the environment here is unacceptable even to the people of the hive city.
The journey is still long, but the members of the fourth platoon are no longer speechless. There is only the constant patter of military boots in the mud.
It can be said that the rest of the journey is not easy. When a large amount of moss and jungle vines occupy the steel and iron bones of the empire, those places become prone to collapse. With just a little bit of bad luck, they have to change their route to other places.
Fortunately, with the blessing of the God Emperor, when the road is still smooth, the green skin on the road no longer enters the pipe, and there is no place to collapse, but there is no doubt that no one will want to enter here again.
"Emperor, it's so scary here..." When the troops left the pipe, John couldn't help but sigh, but he shut up immediately because a large number of greenskins were carrying things in the distance.
"Damn..." Alan Bayer looked at the currently huge factory. The double-headed eagle logo on it had been blurred. The pure appearance was destroyed by the orcs. Each piece of equipment was continuously loaded onto the orcs' dirty trucks. And there are already many things from other factories on the truck, so it can be said that everything is available.
There are several generators, a large amount of promethium, and production equipment, but the things that look like pieces of garbage emit rumbling black smoke and are constantly puffing out alien smoke to pollute the hive city. Although the Imperial people themselves are also polluting, But this moment is particularly irritating.
Alan Bair counted the number of those orcs in his heart, about two platoons. They were hiding on the west side of the square. They were in front of the south gate. There were many corpses of workers on the ground, being played with by the heretics.
With ruined houses, dead civilians, broken statues of the Empire, and any loyalty or honor gone, have the Orcs made Karoo their home?
John asked impatiently. "Platoon leader, what should I do?"
Alan Bayer looked at the Orc truck and compared the distance with experience. The best way at the moment was to get the war machine directly, but he didn't know how to use the Orc engine, or couldn't.
But rather than leave the truck to the orcs, it would be better to destroy everything on it, lest it become a can of fear to influence them.
"Work, work."
"John, take 30 people to the north and pass through the middle of the square."
"The heavy bomb team is on standby, holding the weapons. The others and I are sneaking forward. Adjust the radio signal. It can still be used within a short distance of a few hundred meters in Karu City. The upper levels of this city are stabilized by the magnetic field of the Dark Ages. ”
"Code name: Sandwich, use crossfire to clear out the orcs, prioritize the orc pilots." After Alan Bair finished speaking, the other soldiers answered briefly. "Yes."
They were deadly and terrifying, and John sneaked behind and killed several orcs with melee combat without even firing a shot, slowly sneaking into the factory.
There are almost a hundred orcs, far more than the fourth row, and the orc trucks are excellent bunkers, so they need to outflank them to increase their firepower.
Those unknown orcs were still chatting about something in low Gothic, but Alan Bair could hear it. They said that One Eye was preparing some huge machinery.
They were crawling inside the ruins of a house. Alan Bayer held the communicator and waited for news from the radio.
Hissing, buzzing, and a moment later there was an indistinct sound.
"Sandwich!"
Alan Bair shouted. "Shoot, heavy bomb squad fire!"
Hell guns, beam guns, heavy bombs, and fierce firepower formed an airtight death network and killed some orcs, but more of them hit natural bunkers such as trucks and factory iron gates, and construction debris. Those orcs were not the same as before. Those things that only know waaaaagh and charge.
They immediately, instantly, sneaked into a nearby bunker. While firing back, some of the orcs made maneuvers to avoid the range of the machine guns.
The orc driver also drove onto the truck, preparing to charge over under heavy explosive bombs and destroy the machine gunner.
However, the firepower double-team was completed early, and those guys instantly found that there were shrimps on their left sides, and a large amount of flames and guns were tilted on their bodies.
The orcs didn't even shout out their proud waaaaahh before they were almost wiped out by crossfire.
"Go forward and clean up the orcs." Alan Bair ordered, and other soldiers immediately moved forward to suppress it. Under the cover of heavy explosive bombs, there was absolutely no problem with such an action, but they had to consider that, except for the orc team here, , there may be large troops nearby.
Nowadays, the lower level is the playground of the orcs, and those disgusting things can come anytime and anywhere. Until those orc boys fled, Alan Bair's heart was still not stable enough.
He looked at the truck full of equipment and had a crazy idea in his heart.
"Someone gets in the car and I'll drive."
This sentence made all the soldiers show incredible expressions, because the orc truck was undoubtedly a pile of junk made of scrap metal, and only those crazy aliens could open it.
But Alan Bayer made this decision not without reason. He pointed out that the black smoke coming out of the distance was the sign of the killing can. They did not have enough time to move out a promethium generator and drill back into the sewer at the same time, but If we rely on the mobility of the orc truck to start a chase, we might be able to bring the entire truck's supplies back to the camp.
The other soldiers were still in disbelief, but John was the first to stand up. "I'm really crazy, but I want to try to see if the orc machine really has no machine soul. I'll sit in the co-pilot!"
The girl with brown hair also stepped forward. "I sit in the back, firing heavy blasters and melta bombs."
Others also reported their names one after another, but Alan Bayer calmly chose only five elite people because there was not much space in the truck. They were not greenskins and could be hung on it like the Indians in Gutera. of.
The other soldiers could only return to the pipe and sneak back to the camp, while Alan Bair opened the cockpit of the damn truck. The green engine with smoke billowing in the distance was getting closer and closer. He had reason to be nervous, but he had to learn how to use it. Heretic creation.
Otherwise, we can only destroy this thing.
Alan Bayer looked at this disgusting cockpit. On it were small toys made by the previous green-skinned driver, which seemed to be in the shape of a mini one-eyed machine. There was also a strange large machine that looked a bit like... an ancient giant machine?
But he had no time to care about the green skin's disgusting taste. He sat on the sticky chair, holding the falling apart steering wheel, and thought silently in his heart. "Think about how the greenskins would drive?"
He pressed the engine, but it was useless. Only a few streams of black smoke came out, ejected from the spark plug, and the car body shuddered.
"Damn it, this thing doesn't work at all!" John cursed.
"No, no..." Alan Bair looked into the distance. The huge orc engine poked its head out of the ruins, and the orc boys next to him. The heavy weapons group on his car began to spray flames, and the green skin was like straw. of falling.
shouted the lady officer. "Boss, they are coming, drive quickly!"
Alan Bair frowned, he didn't want to do this, but he had to try.
he suddenly shouted. "waaaaagh! I want to fuck them!"
This voice frightened John and almost threw him off the passenger seat, but when Alan Beyer stepped on the accelerator after shouting, the unique cracked sound of the Orc engine roared, like heavy metal music.
"Holy shit?" John couldn't believe it. He didn't expect humans to be able to drive Orc engines. What kind of damn machine soul does this disgusting alien creation have? ?
Alan Bayer couldn't believe it, he started driving? But he immediately discovered that as long as he didn't "waaaagh", the car would be a little out of control. He could only adjust his mentality immediately and try his best to imitate the countless orcs he had killed.
"waagh!"
"waghh, I'm the biggest!"
With the throttle fully pulled, the tattered truck bumped up and down. On the tail of the truck, the heavy weapons team continued to kill the orcs. The powerful truck maneuverability instantly threw away the orcs.
The driver of the Killing Can said roughly. "Who is that kid in the truck? He is so waaagh!"
The greenskin next to him answered. "Boss, he seems to be a shrimp?"
John is doing human navigation in the car. "Turn right ahead, then left."
The road conditions were so bad, with craters and corpses all over the ground, but the Orc truck could deal with them all as if it had tracks. Alan Bair couldn't help but feel that he couldn't put it down.
And the orc-turned-Alan Bair began to think about that damn puzzle. When he first saw the huge elevator in the distance, he immediately became enlightened.
What I was thinking in my heart was probably "I told you why I was such an idiot before. Look at the entire glass elevator in Broken Nest City. It is so big, like a mirror, and there is light every day. Isn't the lower floor of the elevator a place where there is no light?" 】
Yes, he realized that the special design of the dark age elevator in the hive city allows it to always reflect natural light for illumination, making it bright during the day and bright at night. Isn't that where the starlight is, where the light gathers under the moon?
And the elevator must have a handle for the negative floor!
The mystery is solved...
And now the heavy weapons team sitting at the back of the car was taking inventory, and they reported to Alan Bayer in surprise.
"Boss, the equipment here is enough for us to rebuild the entire Karu City!"
“We have everything, in large quantities, and can alleviate energy problems!”
Hearing this news, Alan Bair was relieved in his heart, and then at the moment when his thoughts became human, the damn green-skinned machine immediately began to lose control, and almost hit the ruins on the roadside uncontrollably.
The huge sound of brakes and the sound of tires scratching the road brought screams from the crew members. Fortunately, Alan Baier adjusted back to the waaagh feeling at the end...
He immediately cursed. "Don't talk to me before I park the car, or I'll beat you up, Xiami!"
The members of the fourth row were stunned for a moment, wondering if their commander had really turned green...
When Alan Bair drove near the camp, he subconsciously turned on the radio and wanted to report the situation, but the green-skinned broken car began to lose control again.
He immediately taught John radio. "Report to my boss and tell those heavy bomb boys not to shoot!"
John's cheek twitched. "Yes..."
Today, the command room received a strange report. The radio call said that the fourth platoon had seized an Orc truck and a large amount of industrial equipment, and asked a military doctor to conduct a comprehensive physical examination on Lieutenant Alan Bayer. The strange thing is here. Generally speaking, the Orks capture Astra Militarum equipment. This is the first time that the Astra Militarum captures Orc equipment!
(End of chapter)