The dark, damp Nest Pipe is not a beautiful place, but the plants that grow here are native to the Gondelwa VI known as the Garden World and the World of Death.

When the bayonet killed a terrible rodent the size of a small dog, and the rat was just running around with a human skull in his mouth, you could tell the simplicity of the world.

Previously, Alan Bair's slaughter operation was on the popular local main road, and he was often favored by gangs and locals, not to mention local creatures, and a few pieces of moss could be used for dinner by hungry Hives.

But nowadays, in order to get the green skin in remote areas, the large machines that have not been recycled, the sewage roads of those factories have to be taken, and they have not been cleaned for hundreds of years, and it can be described as a scene of vitality like a well of everything, which makes people linger.

In Alan Beyer's description, it seems to have traveled to the movies I used to watch when I was a child, Charlie's chocolate factory, just the things in the movie are eaten by people, and people are eaten here.

There is also a saying that travel is a road of ups and downs, but since they got here, it is probably a road of ups and downs.

Thirty minutes into the pipe, he encountered a giant insect and shot him.

In forty minutes, the small promethium generator that charged the lighting ball was damaged, and after about 30 owners, even if the machine soul was stable, it couldn't stand it, and the group could only grope in the dark to use the energy magazine of the laser gun to charge the lighting ball.

Forty-five minutes or so, encountering an orc patrol, it turns out that Greenskin also likes sewers, and was killed a moment after the fourth-row warriors found Greenskin's light, and at this moment the opposite side was still hesitating to shoot, probably killed when he was his own person.

About an hour later, I arrived at the factory, walked out of the pipeline, and all the staff were on alert, only to find that the factory gate had been rudely opened, and there was nothing inside.

One hour and five minutes, back in the pipeline, John yelled.

"What kind of mission am I, how many times have we encountered a mess on the way?" He lifted his shoes, and there were huge leeches stuck to them that were only big enough to destroy them, and then they were caught and thrown on the ground to stomp to death, spilling the sauce of the shoes, and at the same time his shoes had a large hole.

Alan Baier was also very speechless, during this time, the orcs and the orcs went crazy to collect mechanical creations on a large scale, or they were not picky if there were metals, and the generator and promethium were the things that were taken care of.

He could only ask. "How far is the next factory?"

John rubbed his head. "Two more hours of walking. A recycling plant at the very edge of the nest also has a promethium generator because of its large area. ”

Alan Bair back. "Pray to the Emperor that if we can find what we want this time, we will return it before dinner."

"But we have to be prepared that we may waste this today, or even the next few days."

It's not that he lowers morale, if you don't make it clear, when you really fall into that situation, everyone's mood will only get worse.

"Alright, it's time to eat, and then move forward after eating." Alan Bair ordered the other soldiers to bring out their lunches, which were two pieces of peanut butter, wrapped in thin pieces of paper, the yellowish thing had an unexpectedly long shelf life, and the paper pieces were also edible, and the formula was added with vitamins and high protein in the raw materials.

Alan Bair was skeptical that there were native insects in the raw material, but he didn't have to be picky, and used a knife to cut through the starch cubes and clamp the small cubes, which tasted a little sweet and nutty.

But after only five minutes of eating, every second counts, and it is not easy to eat in the nest pipes where there are all rotten things.

It turns out that when the natural environment and the narrowness and gloom of the nest are combined, the environment here is unacceptable even to the people of the nest.

There was still a long way to go, but the members of the fourth platoon were no longer more than words, only the clatter of military boots stepping into the mud.

Suffice it to say, the rest of the road wasn't easy, as a large number of mosses and jungle vines took over the Empire's steel and iron bones, and those places became prone to collapse, and with a little bad luck, they had to be diverted elsewhere.

Thankfully, the Emperor willing, when the road is still relatively smooth, and the green skins on the road no longer enter 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 terrible here..."John couldn't help but sigh as the troops left the pipeline, but he immediately shut up because a large number of green skins were carrying things in the distance.

"Damn..."Alan Baier looked at the current huge factory, the logo of the double-headed eagle on it had been blurred, the pure and exposed bones had been destroyed by the orcs, and one piece of equipment was constantly being brought to the orc's dirty truck, and there were already many other factory items on the truck, so to speak.

Several generators, a large amount of promethium, and production equipment, but the stuff that was like garbage emitted a rumbling black smoke, constantly puffing out alien smoke to pollute this nest capital, although the Empire itself is not less polluted, but at this moment it is particularly annoying.

Alan Bair mentally counted the number of orcs, about two platoons of people, they were hiding on the west side of the square, they were in front of the south gate, and there were many corpses of workers on the ground, being played with by those heretics.

Destroyed houses, dead civilians, ruined sculptures of the Empire, and dissipated allegiances or honors, have the orcs made Karui their home?

John asked impatiently. "Platoon commander, what should I do?"

Alan Bair 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 couldn't use the orc engine, or he couldn't.

But instead of leaving the truck for the orcs, it is better to destroy everything on it, lest it become a can of fear to affect them.

"Work, work."

"John, you take 30 men to the north and pass through the middle of the square."

"The heavy explosive bomb team is on standby, the weapons are set up, the others and I sneak forward, the radio signal is adjusted, and it can be used at a short distance of a few hundred meters in the city of Karui, where there is a Dark Age magnetic field stabilizer on the upper floors of this city."

"Codename, Sandwich, clean up the orcs with crossfire, prioritize orc pilots." After Alan Baier finished speaking, the other soldiers replied shallowly. "Yes."

They were deadly, terrifying, John sneaked into the rear, killed a few orcs in melee combat without even firing a shot, and slowly infiltrated the factory.

There are almost a hundred orcs, far more than the fourth row, and the orc trucks are excellent cover, so outflanking them is necessary to increase the point of fire.

The unknown orcs were still chattering in low Gothic, but Alan Bair could hear them, and they said that One-Eye was preparing some giant machine.

They were prostrate in the ruins of their houses, and Alan Bair held the communicator and waited for a radio message.

Sizzle, buzz, and a moment later there was a faint sound.

"Sandwich!"

Alan Beer shouted. "Shoot, heavy bomb group fire!"

Hell guns, beam guns, heavy explosive bombs, and intense fire form an impenetrable web of death to kill some of the orcs, but more of them hit the iron gates of trucks and factories, and the natural bunkers of construction debris, and those orcs are not the same things that only knew waaaaagh and charging before.

Immediately, instantly, they infiltrated the nearby bunker, firing back while some of the orcs maneuvered around to bypass the machine-gun range.

The orc driver also got into the truck, ready to charge through it under the heavy explosive bombs and destroy the heavy.

But the firepower was done early, and the guys instantly found themselves still on their left side, a large amount of flames and guns leaning on their bodies.

Before the orcs even called out, their proud waaaaahh was almost wiped out by the crossfire.

"Onward, clear the orcs." Alan Baier ordered this, and the other soldiers immediately pressed forward, under the cover of heavy bomb fire, there was absolutely no problem with such an action, but they had to consider that in addition to the orc group here, there might be a large force next to it.

Now the lower level is the playground of the orcs, and those disgusting things can come at any time and anywhere, until those orc boys break away, Alan Baier's heart is still not stable enough.

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

"Come on, get in the car, I'll drive."

This sentence made all the soldiers look incredulous, because the orc truck was undoubtedly a pile of broken copper and iron, and only those crazy aliens could open it.

But Alan Bair had made this decision for no reason, pointing out the black smoke rising in the distance, which was a sign of the killing can, and they didn't have enough time to move out a promethium generator and burrow back into the sewers at the same time, but if they relied on the mobility of the orc trucks and started a chase, maybe they could bring the entire truckload back to the camp.

The other soldiers remained incredulous, but John was the first to step forward. "I'm really crazy, but I'm going to try, to see if the orc machine really doesn't have a machine soul, I'll take the co-pilot!"

The brown-haired girl also stepped forward. "I sat in the back, using heavy explosive bombs and hot melt bombs."

The others also announced their names one after another, but Alan Baier calmly chose only the elite five people, because there was not much space in the truck, they were not green skins, and they could be hung on it like the Indians of Guterra.

The other soldiers had to go back to the pipeline and sneak back to the camp, while Alan Barr opened the cockpit of the damn truck, the smoke of the green engine in the distance was getting closer, and he had reason to be nervous, but he had to learn how to use heretics.

Otherwise, this thing will only be destroyed.

Alan Baier looked at the disgusting cockpit, which was filled with small toys made by the previous green-skinned driver, which seemed to be in the shape of a miniature one-eyed, and a strange large machine, which looked a bit like... Ancient giant machine?

But he didn't have time to care about Greenskin's disgusting taste, and sat in the slimy chair, holding the steering wheel that was about to fall apart, and meditated inwardly. "Think about how the greenskins would drive?"

He pressed the engine, useless, except for a few puffs of black smoke that erupted from the spark plugs, and the body shuddered.

"Damn, this thing doesn't work at all!" John scolded.

"No, no..."Alan Baier looked into the distance, the huge orc engine poking its head out of the ruins, and the orc boys next to him, the heavy weapons group on his car began to spew flames, and the green skin fell like straw.

The lady officer shouted. "Boss, they're here, hurry up and drive!"

Alan Baier frowned, he didn't want to do this, but he had to try.

He suddenly shouted. “waaaaagh！ I'm going to them! ”

The sound scared John into the co-pilot, but when Alan Bair stepped on the gas pedal again, the distinctive tattered sound of the orc engine roared like heavy metal music.

"Holy?" John couldn't believe it, he didn't expect humans to be able to turn on orc engines, what kind of damn soul does this disgusting alien creature have!?

Alan Bair couldn't believe it, he drove it himself? But he immediately realized that as long as he didn't "waaaagh" the car, it would get a little out of control, and he could only immediately adjust his mentality and try his best to imitate the countless orcs he had killed.

“waagh！”

"Waghh, I'm the biggest!"

The throttle is full, the ragged truck is bumped up and down, and on the tail of the car, the heavy weapons group keeps killing the orcs, and the powerful truck mobility instantly throws off the orcs.

The driver of the killing cans said crudely. "Who's that kid in that truck, he's waaagh!"

Next to the greenskin replied. "Boss, he seems to be a shrimp?"

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

The road conditions were so bad, there were craters and corpses all over the ground, but the orc truck was able to deal with it all as if it had tracks, and Alan Baier couldn't help but feel a little in love with it.

And the orcified Alan Bair began to think about the damn puzzle, and when he first saw the huge elevator in the distance, he immediately opened it.

The heart is probably [I said why I was so stupid before, you see this broken nest is the entire glass elevator, such a big one, like a mirror, there is light every day, isn't the lower floor of the elevator a place without light? 】

That's right, he realized, the special design of the Dark Age elevator in the nest capital allows it to always reflect natural light to illuminate, so that it is bright during the day and bright at night.

And the elevator must have a negative floor!

Puzzles, solved...

And now the heavy weapons team sitting in the back of the car was taking inventory, and they reported to Alan Baier in surprise.

"Boss, there's enough equipment here for us to rebuild the entire city of Karui!"

"There's everything, there's a lot of it, and it's all about alleviating the energy problem!"

Hearing this, Alan Baier breathed a sigh of relief inside, and then the moment his mind turned human, the damn green-skinned machine immediately began to disobey the call, and almost crashed uncontrollably into the ruins on the side of the road.

The loud sound of brakes and tires slicing across the road carried the screams of the crew, but luckily Alan Bair was back to that waaagh feeling at the end...

He immediately scolded. "Don't talk to me until I stop, or I'll beat you up, shrimp!"

The members of the fourth row were stunned, wondering if their commander had really turned greenskin...

As Alan Bair drove to the vicinity of the camp, he subconsciously turned on the radio to report the situation, but the green-skinned broken car began to disobey again.

He immediately taught John radio. "Report to my boss, and be careful not to shoot those heavy bomb boys!"

John's cheeks twitched. "Yes..."

Today, the command room received a strange report that the radio call said that the fourth platoon had seized an orc truck, a large amount of industrial equipment, and asked the military doctor to give Second Lieutenant Alan Baier a full medical examination.

The strange place is here, generally speaking, the orcs have captured the equipment of the Astral Army, and this is the first time that the Astral Army has captured the equipment of the Orc!