Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #56 - Chapter 56 About Farts

The elevator connecting Karu City to the East City is crowded with the entire population of Rumin’s hive city. Although the empire is very weak and strong in some aspects, and natural selection, the Astra Militarum still need to be responsible for the safety of the people of the empire. and food sources.

Of course, it’s all about the sheep. The hive city population will be responsible for using machines to produce the food they need, including the needs of the Astra Militarum. They also support the reserves of the Astra Militarum and PDF, such as that city. All the people are soldiers.

The few factory machines left in the hive city and its promethium source power (the collective name for machine learning error source) production machines were started again.

And that machine was during that time when Lieutenant Colonel Catachan and Avatar were engaged in guerrilla warfare with the greenskins to rescue things from the East…

In other words, don’t trade it with your life!

However, there are still more people and fewer machines. The Astra Militarum with the highest priority and the PDF with the highest priority enjoy the natural food left by the nobles, the machine-produced food, and the synthetic food in the supply line, leaving a small number of people working in the new high-level factory. use.

The shortage of raw materials and the lack of promethium elements, although there is a place to enjoy in the upper layer, but those things will not enter the upper layer. The materials left behind in the upper layer are only enough for the members of the Astra Militarum and the Ecclesiarchy. Even if the population of civilians in the hive city has dropped sharply, One-third, but the land of leftover nest capital is less than one-fifth.

A large amount of energy was spent on maintaining the void shield, and even several factory lines in the left part of the country could not be operated at full capacity. The people of the empire were free, and they were 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 I leave the void shield thirty meters, the green skin will find me.

They wouldn’t blame the Astra Militarum, but if they had no power to deal with the greenskins wrongly, they would blame themselves for being weak, unable to kill the damn xenos.

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 Dongba’s beard. The greenskins had been camping in the square for three days, and the Astra Militarum was gradually getting on track. Although it was still not possible to break through the greenskin siege, it was still possible to kill them. There is no hope of killing those damn aliens.

During that time, Alan Bayer went to the floor every day to look for the location of the reminder. He thought a lot about whether the people who crossed out the address were wrong because of the fear of technology in the dark ages, or whether they hoped that wise people would use it. .

But such a lackluster description made Alan Bair focus on two places, the mansion of the planetary governor on the first floor, the huge castle at the second highest point of the entire Karu City, and the state church of Karu City. Those two places Only in this place can there be moonlight in the red sky and moonlight in the morning, but there is no completely sealed room outside them.

In fact, there is no such damn place as the underground room. The planetary governor’s palace is not a mansion, and there is no cellar in the place where the government is in power.

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 ask for it. If the storage point is outside the hive, if I don’t find those things, if those things defeat the greenskins…

Alan Bair was a little uncomfortable with his messy thoughts, until there was a fierce muffled sound, the void shield emitted a bright light, and he was walking out of the guard tower.

He looked at the huge void shield generator in the distance. It was a huge device with a height of 10 meters. The loyal bones of the empire were engraved on it. Its shape was a bit like an inverted table, because the square shape was inlaid with purple on the corners. The strange long pillar of crystal, and several long, flat and complex semi-cylinder machines buzzing next to it, continuously produce 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 and annoying roar.

When Alan Baier heard that voice, he felt relieved. At this moment, the void shield did not appear to be broken at all, but he suddenly discovered that the things hitting the shield in the air were not the so-called bullets, beams, and cannons. But the extremely fast airdrop position.

The rough, red-yellow thing was stuck in mid-air by the large house, and then suddenly opened. It was not a bomb, nor a scary thing, but the servants that the greenskins liked to use, the bastards.

At this moment, the void shield was still “trembling” constantly, and those green-skinned shells were firing restlessly, and then, a disgusting, hateful fart fell on the poor civilian’s head, and the thing made a strange sound. Then he inserted the dagger into the man’s temple, and with a pop, countless blood spilled out.

“What’s going on?” The officers of the Astra Militarum did not react at all. A large number of farts fell like raindrops to the east. Because the enemy’s location was very accurate, most of the Astra Militarum were afraid of attacking their companions and the void shield generator. If you don’t dare to shoot, you can use bayonets to attack those little things.

The green-skinned odor 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 alien attack on their homeland, and fear. A large number of people were shuttled through the camp, and young people picked up the The things next to the legs were thrown at the grunt, but those green things, which were the size of children, were frighteningly agile.

Such actions would cause even greater chaos to occur. Even the bombardment of those green skins would cause chaos. It can be seen that One-Eye understands people’s hearts too well.

If only the things around him were good, the problem was that the soldiers of the Astra Militarum were also stationed there. When the soldiers were cut open by the play and play of the bastards, those children-like things were scattering.

Those angry people picked up the dead Astra Militarum guns, and the guns left the body. Is this explicitly prohibited in the propaganda of the Ministry of Military Affairs? Is it because of that? The residents of the Empire are more demanding of “simple folk customs” than I imagined. “.

The young man raised the beam gun, his eyes were red, he opened the shooting chamber and pointed at a few farts to shoot them, his mouth was very arrogant.

“No to the Emperor! Kill the alien!”

But the beam fired by the untrained guy was unfailingly faithful, and the trajectory of the gun grazed the fart, 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 was unaware of the problem and kept firing.

“Damn my 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 muscles could match his speed, his marksmanship speed could break through human consciousness, but would it be inferior to that of a real Astartes monk? , still slow.

But is it enough!

The hell gun roared, and those little things were instantly beaten into blood mist like bugs after seeing insecticide.

Danbu looked at the smoke coming out of the promethium generator, and the place became dead silent, the staff officer shouted. “Evacuate the civilians and bring them to the next level as quickly 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 the attack used a few farts to exchange for at least 30% of the void shield’s defense, and the civilians did not have it. Go to the upper level and keep transporting, but the huge population and the unbearable number of the upper level make that extremely difficult.

If the civilians were abandoned and pushed out of the void shield, what would be the difference between them and those who abandoned themselves?

And that situation is inherently unstable, so the orc leader can actually use the simplest and most accurate method to hit the weak spot of the Star Army…

Everyone definitely feels that One-Eye has indeed become more terrifying, more…

It’s so humane!

About ten minutes later, all the lieutenants and officers held an emergency meeting. Without any dispute, they quickly decided to cut off the electricity used to produce civilian food and use it to maintain the void shield.

In other words, a large number of civilians are facing food shortages, having no clothes to cover their bodies, being deprived of human beings everywhere, and being driven like animals. It is much worse than the current situation!

That incident also made the lieutenants feel sick and uncomfortable. They had never experienced such a feeling before…

The greenskins have figured it out?

The staff officer’s face was even more pale, especially since One-Eye’s attack was over. Lieutenant Colonel Avada led his soldiers to guerrilla the greenskins in the city. He risked his life to get even the promethium and promethium generators. , if it says it’s broken then it’s broken?

He couldn’t explain to his comrades…

Alan Bayer raised his legs 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 east floor.

“He goes, he and his soldiers are familiar with the pipes of the hive, let him go, he will bring new machines and equipment, promethium rods and food.”

“And he is most familiar with One-Eye and has his legs. He has to be the one to do that…”

Although the other officers did not want to agree, they nodded secretly. The staff officer sighed. No one should go out and take risks at that time.

But whether it is possible to ensure the number of residents of the empire, firstly, whether it is possible to ensure the supply of troops at the beginning of the war, and secondly, whether it is possible to ensure basic productivity, does Alan Bayer really need to go out once?

“He will give you the best equipment available outside the group…”

Alan Beyer bowed his legs. “He’s out of sight, leaving it to others.”

This sentence did not anger the other officers, but made them feel sad. How could Ke Ke not notice that now everyone is short of supplies, and it is certain that Second Lieutenant Alan Bayer wants to come out.

If it is not normal, they will refuse to save face, and even scold him back with a bit of military temper, but if it is clear…

The officers sighed secretly, but secretly hoped that Alan Bair could continue to live under the protection of the God Emperor, and not the empire.

No, the reality is that the fourth platoon really didn’t care. They blackmailed the nobles. They also had the staff open a small stove before, and got a lot of extra supplies, and this 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 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 that trip, they had no complaints. Rather, it was the greatest shame to huddle in the void shield.

They used to fight against the elites of 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. It was commonly known that they didn’t get along well.

Wouldn’t such a bad thing be worthy of being excluded, otherwise other companies would have scruples with that hero platoon and would not dare to take the initiative to share supplies, and playing cards would give them priority to win, making them feel like they were “isolated”.

But if the people in the fourth row don’t like privileges, they will want to live in the East.

That kind of privilege meant a heavier responsibility, and the feeling of being wronged by them was also very bad. John looked at the magazine in boredom, and when he heard about the mission, he became energetic and began to plan the route.

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

Several new tents were added to Ruming’s camp, and an isolation zone and barbed wire fence were also established near the Void Shield. During that time, residents of the hive city were constantly being transported there, but it was still in a shabby state. A large number of civilians were crowded together, and there were almost no people. In private space, men and women, it seems that gender is no longer important, they are no longer animals.

The establishment of the quarantine zone made the situation worse, but it would have been foolish to allow easily incited civilians to come close to the void shield.

I have to say that Alan Bair 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 tactics, how can a huge empire stay in the sea of ​​stars? Or will it spend its entire life huddled in Terra, waiting for the aliens to exterminate them?

A feeling of despair permeated the camp, and the giant elevator in Dongdong 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 deal with One-Eye, no matter what…

When his thoughts drifted far away, he looked towards the square in the distance. One-eye, yes, old one-eye, was reading a book.

He had gotten into that habit, because he unknowingly discovered that all the knowledge in his head showed that there were too many shrimps in the galaxy, and that the orcs were full of threats and would be the biggest obstacle to waaagh.

He must learn how to deal with shrimps more efficiently. Even if he doesn’t like Ru Ming, what Old One-Eye dreams of is to understand his greenskin drinking fungus beer, shooting shrimps with a big kaka gun, and then standing in the belongings. The greenskins’ own world is enjoying more cheers.

To be honest, he is too tired now. Although he seems to have everything the greenskin wants, his appearance has been distorted by various accidents and fate, and he is more like a shrimp.

Complexity, complexity that does not belong to the green skin, grows in his heart. Sometimes, he will look at Iron Teeth longingly and want to be as “stupid” as him, but he cannot 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. Then it would be a… huge, terrifying…

Brother Mao’s ancient giant machine!