Chapter 57: Steal the Machine, Kill the Green Skin, Decrypt the Problem

The dark and damp pipes of the nest city are not a beautiful place, and the plants growing there can be called the native plants and animals of Gondwa VI, the garden world and the world of death.

When the bayonet pierced the terrible rodents that were big enough for small dogs, and the rat just ran around with a human skull in its mouth, it can be seen that the folk customs of that world are simple.

Before, Alan Baier's killing operation took the local popular main road, which was often favored by gangs and locals. Not to mention local creatures, a few pieces of moss could be taken as dinner for the hungry nest city people.

But Ming could not get the large machines that the green skins in remote areas did not recycle, and took the sewage roads of those factories. It is possible that they have not been cleaned for hundreds of years. There is a vibrant scene like everything in the world, which makes people linger.

To use Alan Baier's description, it seems to have traveled back to the movie I often watched when I was a child, Charlie's Chocolate Factory. It is the food in the movie that people eat, and there is cannibalism.

There is also a saying that travel is a journey of ups and downs, but since they got in there, it has probably been ups and downs.

Thirty minutes into the pipeline, they encountered a giant insect and shot it.

Forty minutes, the small promethium generator that charged the lighting ball was damaged. It had experienced about 30 owners. No matter how stable the machine soul was, it couldn't stand it. The group of people could grope in the dark and use the laser gun's rechargeable magazine to charge the lighting ball.

About forty-five minutes, they encountered an orc patrol. It turned out that the greenskins also liked the East Waterway. The fourth row of soldiers found the greenskins' lights and killed them after a while. At this moment, the opponent was very hesitant about whether to shoot or not. He was killed when he saw his own people.

About an hour later, they arrived at the factory and walked out of the pipeline. Everyone was on guard, but found that the factory door had been opened roughly and there was nothing inside.

One hour and five minutes later, they returned to the pipeline and John cursed.

"What kind of mission is that? How many times have they encountered messy things along the way?" He lifted his shoes. The giant leeches that were sticky enough to destroy leather shoes were sucking his shoes, and then he was caught, thrown to the ground and stepped on to death. The leather shoes were full of sauce, and at the same time, there was a big hole in his shoes.

Alanbair was also speechless. During that time, the orcs collected mechanical creations on a large scale like crazy. They were not picky about metals, and generators and promethium were the things that were taken care of more.

He asked. "How far is the factory in the east?"

John rubbed his head. "It's another two hours' walk. It's a recycling factory at the edge of the hive. Because it is very large, it also has a promethium generator."

Alanbair replied. "Pray to the Emperor of God. If they can find what they want this time, they will be back before dinner."

"They need to be prepared. Otherwise, tomorrow, or even the next few months, will be wasted on this matter."

If he doesn't lower morale, if he doesn't explain that Zhai Luo is in that situation, everyone's mood will be worse.

"Okay, you can eat, eat and move on." Ailanbaier ordered, and the other soldiers took out their lunch. Those two pieces of peanut butter-like things were wrapped in thin paper. The shelf life of the light yellow thing was unexpectedly long. The paper was also edible. Vitamins were added to the formula, and the raw material had high protein.

Alanbaier doubted whether there were local insects in the raw material, but he was not picky. He cut the starch block with a knife and clamped the small cube. The taste was a bit sweet and had the aroma of nuts.

But he only ate for about five minutes and wolfed it down. Every second counted. In the nest pipeline where everything was corrupted, it was not easy to eat.

It turns out that when the natural environment and the narrowness and darkness of the hive city are combined, the environment there is unacceptable even to the people of the hive city.

The road is long, but the members of the fourth row no longer speak, and there is a constant sound of military boots stepping into the mud.

It can be said that the road to the east is not easy. When a large amount of moss and jungle vines occupy the steel and iron bones of the empire, those places become easy to collapse. They need a little bad luck and they have to change their route to other places.

Very good, God Emperor bless, when the road is quite flat, the greenskins on the road no longer enter the pipeline, and there is no place to collapse, but there is no doubt that no one will want to enter there again.

"Emperor, it's terrible there..." When the troops left the pipeline, John couldn't help but sigh, but he immediately shut up because a large number of greenskins in the distance were carrying things.

"Damn..." Ailanbaier looked at the huge factory. The double-headed eagle logo on it had become blurred. The pure nakedness was destroyed by the orcs. One by one, the equipment was constantly carried to the orcs' dirty trucks, and the trucks already had a lot of things from other factories. It could be said that everything was ready.

Several generators, a large amount of promethium, and a lot of production equipment. The things that looked like garbage were emitting rumbling black smoke, and they were constantly swallowing and spewing alien smoke to pollute the nest. Although the imperials themselves had also polluted a lot, it was particularly annoying at this moment.

Ailanbaier counted the number of orcs outside. There were about two rows of people. They hid on the west side of the square. They were in front of the south gate. There were many bodies of workers on the ground, played by those heretics.

Destroyed houses, dead civilians, destroyed sculptures of the empire, and the loyalty or honor that had dissipated. Have the orcs regarded Kalu City as their home?

John couldn't help asking. "Platoon leader, what should I do?"

Alan Bair looked at the Orc truck, compared the distance with experience, and figured out that the best way was to get the war machine directly, but he wouldn't be able to use the Orc engine, or it might not be possible.

But instead of leaving the truck to the orcs, it would be better to destroy everything inside, lest it become a can of fear that affects them.

"Work, work."

"John, I will take 30 people to the north and pass through the middle of the square."

"The heavy explosive team was on standby, holding their weapons. The others and him were sneaking forward. The radio signal was adjusted. It was very usable within a short distance of a few hundred meters outside Karu City. There was a dark age in that city. Magnetic field stabilizer.”

"Code name: Sandwich, use crossfire to clear out the orcs, prioritize the orc pilots." After Alan Bair finished speaking, the other soldiers answered briefly. "no."

They were deadly and terrifying. John sneaked behind and killed several orcs with close combat without even firing a shot, then slowly sneaked into the factory.

There are almost a hundred orcs, far more than the fourth row, and the orc trucks are excellent bunkers, so we need to outflank them to increase their firepower.

Those unknown orcs were chatting about something in low Gothic, but Alan Bair could not hear it. They said that One Eye was preparing some huge machine.

They were crawling in the ruins of a house. Alan Bair 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 trucks, factory iron doors, and construction debris as natural bunkers, and those orcs were not The group before knew about waaaaagh and charging stuff.

They immediately sneaked into the nearby bunker in an instant. While firing hard, many of the orcs made maneuvers to avoid the range of the machine gun.

The orc driver was also driving in the truck, preparing to charge east of the heavy explosive bomb and destroy the machine gun legs.

But had the firepower double-team been completed early, those guys instantly found that there was a lot of shrimp on their left side, with a large amount of flames and guns leaning on their bodies.

The orcs didn't even shout out their proud waaaaahh before they were almost wiped out by crossfire.

"Go forward, clean up the orcs." Alan Bair ordered, and other soldiers also moved forward to suppress, covering the east under the firepower of heavy explosive bombs. Such an action was absolutely correct, but they had to consider, except where The orc group is probably surrounded by a large army.

The east floor of Ruming is the playground for the orcs, and those disgusting things can come at any time. Until those orc boys fled, Alan Bair's heart remained stable.

He looked at the truck full of equipment and had a crazy idea.

"If someone is in the car, he will drive."

That sentence made all the soldiers show incredulous expressions, because the orc truck was undoubtedly a pile of junk made of scrap metal, and there were those crazy aliens that could open it.

But Alan Bayer's decision was not without reason. He pointed out that the black smoke coming out of the distance was a sign of the canned murder. They took the time to move out a promethium generator and got back to the east at the same time. Waterway, 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. "Is he really crazy? Please give it a try. Try the orc's machine to see if it really has no machine soul. He will be the co-pilot!"

The girl with brown hair also stepped forward. "He's walking behind, using heavy bolters and melta bombs."

Others also reported their names one after another, but Alan Bayer calmly chose the five elite people, because the space in the truck was not big, and they were greenskins, so they could hang on it and Gutera's. Indian-like.

The other soldiers can return to the pipe and sneak back to the camp, while Alan Bair opens the damn truck cockpit. The green engine with smoke billowing in the distance is getting closer and closer. He has reason to be nervous, but he must learn how to Use heretical creations.

Otherwise, the thing can be destroyed.

Alan Bayer looked at the disgusting cockpit. There were small toys made by the previous green-skinned driver. It seemed to have a one-eyed shape. There was a strange large machine. It looked a bit like... an ancient giant machine?

But he didn't have time to care about the green skin's disgusting taste. He walked on the sticky chair, held the steering wheel that was falling apart, and thought to himself. "Think about how a greenskin would drive?"

He pressed the engine button, but it was useless. A few streams of black smoke came out, ejected from the spark plug, and the car body trembled.

"Damn, that thing doesn't work!" John cursed.

"Not bad, not bad..." Alan Bair looked into the distance. The huge orc engine poked out from the ruins. It looked like the orc boys next to him. The heavy weapons group in his car began to spray flames, and the green skin was like straw. of betrayal.

shouted the lady officer. "Boss, they are here, drive quickly!"

Alan Bair frowned, he didn't want to do that, but he had to try.

he suddenly shouted. "Waaaaagh! I beg to fuck them!"

That voice frightened John to the point where he almost threw the co-pilot off, but when Alan Baier finished shouting and then stepped on the accelerator, the unique ragged sound of the Orc engine roared, like heavy metal music.

"What the hell?" John couldn't believe it. He didn't expect that humans could also drive an orc engine. What kind of damn spirit did that disgusting alien creature have! ?

Ailanbaier couldn't believe it either. He drove it? But he soon found that if he couldn't "waaaagh", the car would be a little out of control. He immediately adjusted his mentality and tried his best to imitate the countless orcs he had killed.

"Waagh!"

"Waghh, I'm the best!"

The throttle was fully pulled, and the shabby truck was bumping around. The tail of the car was in the heavy weapons group that kept killing orcs. The powerful truck's mobility instantly left the orcs behind.

The driver of the killing can said gruffly. "Who is that kid in the truck? He's really waaagh!"

The green skin next to him answered. "Boss, does he look like a shrimp?"

In the car, John was doing human navigation. "Turn right ahead, then turn left."

The road condition was too bad, with craters and corpses everywhere, but the orc trucks were like tracks and could clear them all, making Alanbair feel that the vehicle was a bit fierce.

The orc-like Alanbair began to think about the damn puzzle, and when he saw the huge elevator in the distance, he suddenly understood.

The inner thoughts were probably [I wondered why I was so stupid before, I saw that broken nest city's entire glass elevator, so big, like a mirror, with light every day, isn't the east floor of the elevator a place for coal? ]

Yes, he realized that the special design of the dark age elevator in the nest city allowed it to always reflect the sun for lighting, so that the sun was bright in the morning and the moon was bright in the evening, isn't it where the starlight is, and the moonlight gathers?

And the elevator must have a negative floor!

The puzzle was solved...

And now the heavy weapons team walking at the tail of the car was counting things, and they reported to Alanbair with surprise.

"Boss, the equipment there is enough for them to rebuild the entire Kalu City!"

"There are all kinds of equipment, and the quantity is also large, which can alleviate the problem of energy!"

Hearing the news, Alanbair was relieved, and then the moment his thoughts turned human, the damn green mechanical horse began to disobey and almost crashed into the ruins on the roadside.

The huge brake sound and the sound of tires scratching the road surface were accompanied by the screams of the crew members. It was very good for Alanbair to adjust back to the waaagh feeling at first...

He was cursing. "Don't shut up before I stop the car, or I will beat you up, shrimp!"

The members of the fourth row were stunned, wondering if their superiors had really turned into green skins...

When Alanbair drove to the vicinity of the camp, he consciously turned on the radio to report the situation, and the green car began to disobey again.

He was teaching John the radio. "Report to my boss for me, and pay attention to tell those heavy bomb guys not to shoot!"

John's cheek twitched. "No..."

The next day, the command room received a strange report. The radio said that the fourth platoon had seized an orc truck and a large amount of industrial equipment. They were very much asking the military doctor to give Lieutenant Alan Baier a comprehensive physical examination.

The strange thing is that, generally speaking, orcs have seized Astra Militarum equipment, and it is not the first time that Astra Militarum has seized orc equipment!