The elevator connecting Karui City to the upper and lower cities is crowded with the entire population of the current hive capital, and although the Empire is in some ways very weak and natural selection, the Astral Army is still responsible for the safety and food sources of the Empire's people.

Of course, all of this is wool from the sheep, and the population of the Nest will be responsible for using machines to produce the food they need, including those needed by the Astral Army, and they are also the reserves of the Astral Army and PDF, and now the city is full of soldiers.

The small number of factory machines left behind in the nest and its promethium source force (the general name for energy in mechanical education) production machines are starting again.

And this machine is what Lieutenant Colonel Katachan and Arvada salvaged during the guerrilla war with the Greenskins...

In other words, in exchange for human life!

However, there were still many people and few machines, and the highest priority Astral Army and the next PDF enjoyed the natural food left by the aristocracy, and the machine-produced and synthesized food in the supply lines were used by a small number of people working in the new upper factories.

The shortage of raw materials and the lack of promethium elements, although the upper layer is a place to enjoy, but those things will not enter the upper layer, and the materials left over from the upper layer are only enough for the Astral Army and the members of the National Religion, even if the population of the nest capital has plummeted by one-third, the remaining nest capital land is less than one-fifth.

A huge amount of energy was spent on the maintenance of the Void Shield, and even the few remaining factory lines could not be used at full capacity, and the people of the empire were now free, and hungry, restless, and restless.

The severe shortage of food and land before became more and more intense, but the civilians did not dare to mutiny, after all, thirty meters away from the Void Shield, there will be a green skin to find you.

They don't blame the Astral Army, but they don't have the ability to deal with the greenskins, they only blame themselves for their weakness, their powerlessness, and their inability to kill the damn aliens.

From the window of the watchtower, Alan Baier looked at the ragged inhabitants of the Empire, who, like himself, had left their homes due to the invasion of the Greenskins and the tyranny of the Xenomorphs.

He roughly scraped off the beard from his chin with a thin blade, the greenskins had been encamped in the square for three days, and the astral army was gradually getting on the right track, although there was still no possibility of breaking through the greenskins, but the hope of killing the damn aliens was not impossible.

During this time, Alan Baier went to the upper floors every day to find the location of the prompt, and he thought a lot, and the person who crossed out the address could be afraid of Dark Age technology, or maybe he wanted someone intelligent to use it.

But this endless description only allowed Alan Baier to lock down two places, the mansion of the Governor of the Upper Planets, the huge castle on the second highest point in the whole of Karui City, and the Anglican Church of Karui City, both of which could have daylight during the day and moonlight at night, but neither of them had completely sealed rooms.

There is no such damn location as a basement, the Planetary Governor's Mansion is not a mansion, but a place to govern, and there is no cellar.

Although the Anglican church has a cellar, it was sealed with cement because it was discovered that the stability of the building was affected during a previous church maintenance.

There are many thoughts, but I don't know the essentials, if the storage point is outside the nest capital, if I don't find the batch of things, if those things are not enough to defeat the greenskin...

The jumble of thoughts made Alan Baier a little uncomfortable, until there was a violent muffled sound, and the Void Shield shone brightly, 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, and the bones of the Empire's loyalty were engraved on it, and its shape was a bit like an upside-down table, because the corners of the square shape were strange long columns inlaid with purple crystals, and next to it were several buzzing long, flat and complex semi-cylindrical machines that continuously produced source power, turning the heat of promethium into electricity and feeding it into the Void Shield.

Countless Astral Armies were circling it, overloading the promethium generators, and the roar was so loud that it was annoying.

However, Alan Baier was relieved when he heard this voice, and the void shield at this moment did not look like it had been broken through at all, but he suddenly found that the things that hit the shield in the sky were not the so-called bullets, beams, and cannons, but extremely fast airdrop warehouses.

The rough, reddish-yellow thing was stuck in the air by the large house, and then suddenly opened, and it wasn't a bomb, not a scary thing, but the servants that the greenskins liked to use, the fart.

The Void Shield was still "trembling" at the moment, and the greenskins were bombarded restlessly, and then, a disgusting, hateful fart fell on the poor civilian's head, and the thing made a strange noise, and then plunged the dagger into the man's temple, and with a pop, countless blood spilled.

"What's the situation?" Before the officers of the Astral Army could react, a large number of farts fell like raindrops, because the enemy's position was found very accurately, and they were afraid of attacking their companions and the Void Shield Generator, most of the Astral Army did not dare to shoot, and could only attack those small things with bayonets.

The disgusting fart with the green skin stench continued to spread, and at the same time, there were all kinds of anger from the inhabitants of the empire, anger at the aliens attacking their home, and fear of the aliens attacking their homes, a large number of people shuttled through the camp, and the young people picked up the things at hand and threw them at the fart spirits, but those green, child-sized things were agile and terrifying.

Such actions only make greater chaos happen, and even those green-skinned shelling are just to cause chaos, and it can be seen that One-Eye understands people's hearts too well.

If it's just the things around you, the problem is that the soldiers of the Astral Army are also stationed here, and when the soldiers are sliced open their heads by the frolicking of several farts spirits, the childlike things immediately disperse.

The enraged populace picks up the dead Astral Army guns and leaves them from their bodies, which is explicitly forbidden in the propaganda of the Ministry of War, and the reason is that the inhabitants of the empire are more "simple people" than you might think.

The young man raised the beam gun, his eyes were already red, and he opened the shooting compartment and pointed at a few farts to shoot, and his mouth was still shouting.

"For the Emperor! Kill the aliens! ”

But the beams of light shot by untrained guys can't be loyal, the tracks of guns rub over ass, and the little things chirp away, speaking ugly low gothic.

And the beam hit the promethium power production equipment impartially, and the loyal machine that hit sparked everywhere, and in an instant, the light of the Void Shield faded a lot, and the man didn't realize the problem and kept shooting.

"TMD, you heretic!" The staff officer scolded, and the blaster pulled out of his waist, so accurate that it hit the man's head with a terrible shot, and the blood soaked the ground...

At this moment, Alan Baier fired, automatically locking on to the enemy's terrifying marksmanship, as long as his physical muscle tissue could catch up, his marksmanship speed could break through human understanding, but for the real Astarte monk, it was still slow.

But enough is enough!

The hell guns roared, and those little things were instantly beaten into a blood mist like insects that had seen an insecticide.

But watching the smoke from the promethium generator, there was a dead silence, and the staff officer shouted. "Evacuate civilians, speed up and bring them to the upper floors, technical teams, to maintain equipment..."

Although it is easy to say, but the technicians of the Astral Army will not repair it at all, it can be said that this attack exchanged a few fart spirits for at least 30% of the defense of the Void Shield, and the civilians did not go to the upper level, but kept transporting it, but the huge population and the number that the upper level could not bear made this matter extremely difficult.

If you abandon civilians and push out the Void Shield, what is the difference between them and their bosses who abandon them?

And this situation is already unstable, and that orc leader can actually hit the weakness of the current Astral Army in the simplest and most accurate way...

Everybody did feel that One-Eye had indeed become more terrifying, more...

It's human!

After about ten minutes, an emergency meeting was held of all officers and above, and with little controversy, it was quickly decided to cut off the power to produce civilian food and use it to maintain the Void Shield.

In other words, the days when a large number of civilians were starved, clothed, and driven like animals everywhere were even worse than they are now!

This incident also made the lieutenants feel sick and uncomfortable, they had never experienced such a feeling, being beaten by a...

Greenskin?

The staff officer's face was even more pale, especially since the end of the attack on the one-eyed, Lieutenant Colonel Arvada has led his soldiers to guerrilla greenskins in the city, and now the promethine and promethine generator were all brought back by him at the risk of death, and now it is broken if it is broken?

He couldn't explain to his comrades...

Alan Baier raised his hand at this moment, there was no doubt that he wanted to find a new power generator, and a new promethium rod and the place he was thinking about was not on the lower level.

"I'll go, I'll get acquainted with the pipes of the nest capital with my soldiers, let me go, I'll bring new machines and equipment, promethium bars and food."

"And I'm most familiar with One-Eye, and his men, and I have to do this..."

Although the other officers didn't want to agree, they still nodded secretly in their hearts, and the staff officer sighed, no one should go out to risk at this point in time.

But in order to ensure the number of inhabitants of the empire, firstly, to ensure the supply of troops at the beginning of the war, and secondly, to ensure that there is a basic level of productivity, Alan Baier may really need to go out once.

"I'll give you the best equipment your regiment can offer..."

Alan Baier bowed his hand. "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 not look down on it, now that everyone is short of supplies, it must be Ensign Alan Baier who wants to let them out.

If it were in normal times, they would have refused for the sake of face, and even scolded back with a bit of military temper, but now...

The officers sighed secretly, but in their hearts they hoped that Alan Baier could continue to live under the protection of the God Emperor, for the sake of the Empire.

The problem is that the fourth platoon really doesn't look down on the reality, they blackmailed the nobles, there were also staff officers who opened small stoves before, a lot of extra supplies, and last time they harvested the ammunition of the entire transport ship.

The other platoons were three or four stacked together, and perhaps a company was not as rich as the fourth.

But the other officers did not know that they also felt that the Grand Duke of Alan Baier was selfless and self-serving, and they were eager to sing hymns for him and invoke the emperor's blessing.

As for what the people in the fourth row thought of this trip, they had no complaints, but it was better to say that huddled under the shield of the void was the greatest shame.

They used to be the elite of the orcs, especially the guards who regarded themselves as Alan Baier, and there was a strange sense of arrogance in the legion, and they didn't get along well with other companies, commonly known as the mix.

This kind of bad is not worthy of being excluded, but that other companies have scruples about this hero platoon and dare not take the initiative to share supplies, and playing cards will also give them priority to victory, making them feel like they are "isolated".

But the people in the fourth row, not to mention liking privilege, just want to live.

Such privileges represent heavier responsibilities, and it feels bad to be treated by others who can't really be treated, John looked at the magazine boredly, and when he heard about this task, he also had a rare sense of energy, and began to plan the route.

The brown-haired lady officer also began to prepare logistics, and the atmosphere was even a bit similar to a spring outing, but they were all veterans, and optimism was a rare emotion, Alan Bair thought so, and began to wipe his hell gun...

Now there are a few new tents in the camp, a quarantine area and barbed wire fence have been established near the Void Shield, and the residents of the nest capital have been constantly transporting to it during this time, but it is still not enough, a large number of civilians are crowded together, there is almost no private space, men and women, as if gender does not matter anymore, they are now just animals.

The establishment of the Quarantine Zone made the situation worse, but it was obviously even more foolish to let easily incited civilians approach the Void Shield.

I have to say that Alan Baier understands the mentality of the empire a little bit at the moment...

Mortals are fragile and stupid, and there are so many of them, how can a vast empire stop in the sea of stars without using iron-fisted methods and inhumane tactics, or will it shrink into Terra for the rest of its life, waiting for the aliens to exterminate themselves?

A feeling of despair permeated the camp, and the giant elevators up and down were filled with human cries, the sound of beams, the red of blood wet.

Alan Baier was even more determined, he had to find a way to solve One-Eye, no matter what...

When his thoughts drifted far away, his eyes looked into the square in the distance, one-eyed, no, old one-eyed, reading a book.

He had developed this habit, because he unconsciously found that all the knowledge in his head was indicating that there were too many shrimps in the galaxy, and that they were full of threats to orcs, which would be the biggest obstacle for Waaagh.

He must learn how to deal with the shrimp more efficiently, even if he doesn't like it now, the old one-eyed dream is to drink fungal beer with Greenskin, shoot Shrimp with a big click, and then stand in Greenskin's own world and enjoy more cheers.

To be honest, he is too tired now, although he seems to have everything that a greenskin wants, but his heart has been distorted more like a shrimp because of various accidents and fate.

Complexity, complexity that does not belong to the green skin grows in his heart, and sometimes, he will look at Iron Tooth longingly, thinking that he is as "stupid" as he is, but he can't do it.

He closed the book and pulled out an engineering drawing, which would have been closed if a human had seen it, it was... Huge, terrifying...

Mao Gegu giant machine!