Chapter 56 On Fart Spirit

The elevator connected to the East City in Kalu City was crowded with the entire population of the Hive City. Although the Empire is very weak and strong, the survival of the fittest, the Astra Militarum still needs to be responsible for the safety and food source of the Empire's people.

Of course, all this is not the sheep who pay the wool. The population of the Hive City will be responsible for using machines to produce the food they need, including the needs of the Astra Militarum. They are also the reserve of the Astra Militarum and PDF. The whole city is a soldier.

The few factory machines left in the Hive City and its promethium source power (the general name of the Mechanicus's energy) production machines are started again.

And these machines were rescued by Lieutenant Colonel Catachan and Avada during the guerrilla war with the greenskins during that time...

In other words, they were exchanged for human lives!

But there are still many people and few machines. The Astra Militarum, which has the highest priority, and the PDF, which is second, enjoy the natural food left by the nobles, the food produced by the machines, and the synthetic food in the supply line, which is used by a small number of people working in the new upper-level factories.

The shortage of raw materials and promethium, although there are places where people can enjoy it, those things will not enter the upper layer. The materials left in the upper layer are only enough for the Star Army and the members of the state religion. Even if the population of the hive city civilians has dropped by one-third, the remaining hive city land is less than one-fifth.

A large amount of resources are spent on maintaining the void shield, and even the remaining several factory lines cannot be fully operated. The people of the empire are free, hungry, uneasy, and restless.

The previous serious shortage of food and land has become more and more serious, but the civilians dare not revolt. After all, if you leave the void shield 30 meters away, there will be greenskins to find me.

They will not blame the Star Army, but they can't afford to wrong the greenskins. They will blame their own weakness, powerlessness, and inability to kill the damn aliens.

Ailanbaier looked at the ragged residents of the empire from the window of the watchtower. They were just like him, but they left their homes because of the invasion of the greenskins and the tyranny of the aliens.

He roughly shaved off the beard that Dongba had grown with a thin blade. The greenskins had been camping in the square for three days, and the Star Army was gradually getting on track. Although they still had not broken through the encirclement of the greenskins, there was still hope of killing those damn aliens.

During that time, Alanbair went to the ground every day to find the location of the hint. He thought a lot. Could the person who crossed out the address be wrong because of the fear of the technology in the Dark Ages, or could he hope that wise people would use it.

But such a vague description made Alanbair lock on two places, the residence of the planetary governor, the huge castle at the second highest point in the entire Kalu City, and the state church in Kalu City. Those two places can achieve moonlight in the morning and moonlight in the morning, but they do not have completely sealed rooms outside.

In fact, there is no damn place like the underground room. The planetary governor's mansion is not a mansion, but a place of governance, and there is no cellar.

Although the state church has a cellar, it was sealed with cement because it was found to affect the stability of the building during a maintenance.

There were thousands of thoughts in his mind, but he could not figure it out. What if the storage point was outside the hive, what if he had not found that batch of things, what if those things could not defeat the greenskins...

The messy thoughts made Alanbair a little uncomfortable, until there was a fierce muffled sound, the void shield emitted a bright light, and he immediately walked out of the watchtower.

He looked at the huge void shield generator in the distance. It was a huge device that was 10 meters high. The skeletons of the loyal empire were engraved on it. Its shape was a bit like an inverted table, because the square shape had strange long columns inlaid with purple crystals at the four corners. Several long, flat and complex semi-cylindrical machines next to it were humming and continuously producing source power, converting the heat of promethium into electricity and inputting it into the void shield.

Countless star army soldiers were circling it, overloading the promethium generator, and the roar was huge, making people feel annoyed.

After hearing that voice, Bu Luo Ailan Baier felt relieved. The void shield didn't seem to be broken at all. He suddenly found that the thing hitting the shield in the air was not the so-called bullet, beam, or cannon, but an extremely fast airdrop capsule.

The rough, red and yellow thing was stuck in the air by a large house, and then suddenly opened. There was no bomb or scary thing inside, but the servants that the greenskins liked to use, the fart spirit.

At this moment, the void shield was still "trembling", and the greenskins were bombarding restlessly. Then, a disgusting, hateful fart spirit fell on the poor civilian's head. The thing made a strange sound, and then inserted the dagger into the man's temple. With a puff, countless blood flowed out.

"What's going on?" The officers of the Astra Militarum were not able to react. A large number of fart spirits fell like raindrops. Because the enemy's position was very accurate, most Astra Militarum soldiers were afraid to attack their companions and void shield generators, so they did not dare to shoot, and could only attack those small things with bayonets.

The green stench of the disgusting fart spirits continued to spread, and at the same time, there were all kinds of expressions of the residents of the Empire, some were furious, angry about the aliens attacking their homes, and some were afraid. A large number of people shuttled through the camp, and the young people picked up things around their legs and threw them at the fart spirits, but those green ones, some of which were the size of children, were terrifyingly agile.

Such actions caused greater chaos, and even the shelling of those green skins could not cause chaos. It can be seen that the one-eyed man understood 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, which 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 in 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 secretly sighed, 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 would be 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 the people in the fourth row don’t even want to live, let alone like privileges.

Such privileges mean heavier responsibilities, and it feels bad to be treated unfairly by them. John was bored and looked at the magazine. He was excited when he heard about the mission 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 Baier thought so and began to wipe his hell gun...

And the camp added several tents, and quarantine areas and barbed wire were built near the void shield. The residents of the nest city were also constantly transported there during that time, but it was still crowded. A large number of civilians were crowded together, with almost no private space, men and women, as if gender did not matter, they were animals.

The establishment of the quarantine zone made the situation worse, but it was obviously more stupid to let the easily incited civilians approach the void shield.

It must be said that Ailanbaier now understands the mentality of the Empire a little bit...

Mortals are fragile and stupid, and there are so many of them. If they don't use iron fists and inhumane strategies, how can the huge Empire stay in the sea of ​​stars? Or will it shrink on Terra for the rest of its life, waiting for the aliens to exterminate itself?

The feeling of despair permeates the camp, and the giant elevators in the east are filled with people crying, the sound of beams firing, and the red wet blood.

Alanbaier is more determined, he has to find a way to deal with the one-eyed man, no matter what...

When his thoughts drifted far away, he looked at the square in the distance, and the one-eyed man, yes, the old one-eyed man, was reading a book.

He already has that habit, because he unconsciously found that all the knowledge in his head showed that there were too many shrimps in the galaxy, and the orcs were full of threats, which would be the biggest obstacle for waaagh.

He must learn how to deal with shrimps more efficiently. Even if he doesn't like Ming, what Old One-Eye dreams of is drinking fungal beer with the greenskins who understand him, shooting shrimps with a big gun, and then standing in the greenskins' own world to enjoy more cheers.

To be honest, he is too tired now. Although he seems to have everything the greenskins want, his heart has been twisted like a shrimp because of various accidents and fate.

Complexity, the complexity that does not belong to the greenskins, grows in his heart. Sometimes, he looks at Tiechi with desire, wanting to be as "stupid" as him, but he can't do it.

He closed the book and took out an engineering drawing. If a human saw it, he would definitely be grinning from ear to ear. It would be a...huge, terrible...

Mao Ge Gu Jiji!