Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming

Chapter 109 Sprint! Sprint!

"Beep—! Beep—!"

The piercing alarm shattered the tranquility of the outer defenses of Fort Horison.

Inside Outpost No. 3, located at the highest point on the east side, the heavily armed guard sentry responsible for monitoring the radar suddenly jumped up from his chair.

On the screen, six red dots are aggressively cutting into Deep Space Industry's warning zone at an almost suicidal speed.

"Reporting to command center!"

The sentry grabbed the communicator and spoke rapidly.

"Approaching convoy on the highway! Location: 15 degrees east of north, distance: 10 kilometers!"

"Speed—120 kilometers per hour!"

"They're sprinting at full speed, showing no signs of slowing down, and are expected to reach the first line of defense in five minutes!"

Just kidding!

This speed is practically suicidal on a wasteland filled with ruins and craters!

Even modified off-road vehicles can easily overturn and break apart if not handled carefully.

But the other party clearly didn't care, or rather, they were more afraid of what would happen next than the car crashing.

The message was instantly transmitted to the underground command center via data link.

Roger was reporting to Andy about the yield rate of the latest batch of products from the East District when he heard the alarm, and the two of them looked at the big screen at the same time.

The camera feed switched to a high-magnification optical camera.

Amidst the swirling yellow sand, six heavily modified all-terrain vehicles equipped with nitrogen-fueled acceleration systems were being violently jolted about.

The dust kicked up by the wheels left a long, yellow trail.

On the roof of the lead car hung a dirty white sheet.

A gear and a wrench were drawn crookedly in black paint on it.

"What kind of flag is this?"

Andy frowned.

As an outsider, he was completely unfamiliar with the local cultural symbols of Zais.

In his eyes, the tattered flag was drawn very perfunctorily, had no aesthetic appeal, and did not resemble the symbol of a regular army.

It's more like a provocation, like "I'm coming to beat you up."

"have no idea."

Roger shook his head as well; he didn't usually interact much with the natives outside.

"Looks like some kind of—maintenance guild?"

"Repair my ass." Andy scoffed. "This is a restricted area, not a car repair shop."

"No matter who they are, daring to charge straight at us like that is courting death."

Andy's finger hovered over the red "Fire at All Levels" button.

Simply press the button, and the fifty twin-mounted Storm Bolt Guns and four 155mm Iron Ostrich Guns on the city wall will fire simultaneously.

With that kind of firepower density, let alone six off-road vehicles, even six Leman Rus could be wiped out.

however.

Just as Andy's finger was about to press down...

"drop-!!!"

The radar issued another, even more urgent alarm.

"Large-scale high-energy reaction detected!"

"Behind us! Five kilometers behind that convoy!"

Andy paused, looking at the edge of the radar.

Behind those six red dots, hundreds more red dots appeared in dense clusters.

Zoom out on the optical lens.

A much larger mixed convoy has emerged.

There were hundreds of armed pickup trucks, assault motorcycles, and even a few light armored personnel carriers.

The paint job on these guys is quite distinctive.

The cars at the front were covered with skulls and various obscene gestures, and there was even someone standing on the roof waving a chainsaw axe. You could feel the madness even through the screen.

The other group of vehicles at the rear were all painted in black, looking low-key and gloomy, but their firepower was clearly superior.

Although these two groups of people seem to be on different sides, they share the same goal at this moment.

They were all desperately chasing the six cars in front.

Various machine gun bullets and rockets were sprayed forward as if they were free, but their accuracy was appalling due to the high-speed bumps. Apart from kicking up a pile of dirt, they did not cause any substantial damage.

"this----"

As Andy watched this scene, a sense of familiarity washed over him.

The ones running ahead are few, while the ones chasing behind are many.

The people in front looked panicked, while the people behind them were filled with murderous intent.

Andy had seen this scene before.

Father Zor was in the same manner when he first came to him with a fleet of shuttles loaded with supplies.

At that time, although there were no pursuers behind him, Zor was just as eager as these people.

"Isn't this just a delivery guy?"

Andy's electronic eyes lit up.

In this wasteland planet, a vehicle that can be hunted down on such a large scale must have something valuable inside.

It's either valuable hard currency or crucial technical data.

It's impossible for it to be an empty car!

Since it's meat delivered to our door, why would we turn it away?

As for the pursuers behind them?

Wouldn't that be perfect for Deep Space Industries' gunners to practice their skills?

"Cancel the order to fire."

Andy removed his finger from the red button and pressed the green button next to it.

"Roger, notify the front lines."

"Open the main gate of area C3."

"what?"

Roger paused for a moment, thinking he had misheard.

"Open it? Boss, they're so fast, what if they rush in and self-destruct?"

"It's alright, let it in."

"Those few beat-up cars, even if they were loaded with explosives, how many paving stones could they possibly damage?"

"Tell Jaden to take some men and block the entrance."

"If they are friends, invite them for tea."

"If they're the enemy, then let them take the bomb."

Five hundred meters outside Horisonburg.

The advance team leader's palms were sweaty, and he gripped the steering wheel so tightly it creaked.

The bullets from behind struck the armored panels at the rear of the vehicle, making a clanging sound like a death knell.

And in front of him.

That legendary city of death, which devoured countless lives, stands there silently.

The towering black city walls, the cold metallic sheen, and the dark, gaping cannon muzzles on them.

The team leader was in despair.

He originally thought that as long as he hung up the "gear wrench flag," the other party would at least send someone out to say something or make them stop.

signal.

There was nothing.

There was no communication, no warning, and no sign of any living person.

There was only deathly silence.

This further confirms the rumor—this is the lair of aliens, and no living person is allowed to enter.

"It's over—it's all over—"

The convoy leader watched the city walls draw ever closer, his heart filled with despair.

With wolves in front and tigers behind, death is inevitable either way.

Rather than being caught and skinned alive by those lunatics, I'd rather rush into the alien den and die a quick death.

He floored the accelerator, closed his eyes, and braced himself for either a collision or being shredded by a laser.

however.

Just when the convoy was less than two hundred meters from the city wall.

"Boom!"

A dull, mechanical hum filled the air.

The team leader suddenly opened his eyes.

The heavy alloy gate, which was at least ten meters tall, in front of us slowly slid open to both sides!

A wide passageway paved with smooth concrete was revealed.

The interior was brightly lit, almost blindingly so.

"It's open—it's open?"

The team leader's mind went blank.

The alien opened the door??

What kind of operation is this? Are they luring them into a trap? Are they planning to put them in as a food reserve?

But he no longer had time to think.

The car was going too fast; it couldn't stop at all.

"Charge in!!"

The convoy leader roared and, leading the five vehicles behind him, charged through the gate like a herd of startled wild horses.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Six cars had just crossed the goal line.

"BOOM!!!"

The enormous gate behind him slammed shut with astonishing speed.

Perfectly fitted.

Several rockets fired from the pursuing troops slammed into the newly closed door, exploding in a burst of fire.

All the noise and the pursuit were completely shut out from outside the wall in that instant.

The convoy continued forward for several hundred meters due to inertia before finally coming to a stop in a wide square.

The tires left long black marks on the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt rubber.

With trembling hands, the team leader pushed open the car door and stumbled out.

He looked up and glanced around.

There was no slime on the floor, no corpses hanging on the walls, and no nauseating smell of blood.

It's so clean here.

It was so clean it looked unreal.

The buildings are neat and uniform, the ground is so flat it could be used as a mirror, and in the distance you can see automated robotic arms moving goods.

What kind of alien nest is that?

It's clearly a well-functioning heavy industrial base!

"This is...Horrisonburg?"

The drivers of the other cars also climbed down, looking at each other in bewilderment, their expressions shifting from fear to confusion.

Before they could even figure out what was going on...

"Click! Click! Click!"

A series of orderly footsteps came from all directions.

The heavy, metallic sound of metal hitting the ground felt like each strike was hitting their hearts.

Dozens of dark figures emerged from the shadows of the building and quickly surrounded the convoy.

The team leader saw those figures clearly, and his pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints.

Each of them wore a set of jet-black, industrial-looking exoskeleton armor, stood over two meters tall, and held a crossbow that looked incredibly powerful.

At the very front stood several even taller steel warriors, whose faces were completely covered by fully enclosed helmets.

Power armor!

Real power armor!

Jetton was wearing the Stormtrooper's shell armor; although he was the smallest, he had the most imposing presence.

"Those who don't want to die, put your hands behind your head and kneel down!"

Without any hesitation, the dozen or so members of the advance team all knelt down.

In the face of absolute force, any resistance is futile.

Jaden walked up to the team leader and used the barrel of his gun to lift his chin.

"Tell me, which part?"

"What did you bring?"

Why did they come here?

The squad leader was forced to look up at Jetton's young but murderous face, and then at the heavily armed soldiers around him who were eyeing him menacingly.

At that moment, his mind went through a violent storm.

No, this is not an alien.

Absolutely not.

Aliens wouldn't wear this kind of standard equipment, speak such fluent Low Gothic, or build such good roads.

On this planet Zais, besides those warlords who spend their days wallowing in the mud, when did such a well-equipped and well-trained army appear?

And they actually occupied the cursed Horison Castle?

They even opened the door for them?

An extremely absurd yet extremely reasonable conjecture began to grow wildly in his mind.

"Could it be—"

The team leader's throat made a dry sound.

"You are the legendary remnants of the Golden Age?!"

Jetton: "?"

The team leader thought about it more and more and felt that it made sense.

That must be it!

Only a reclusive, high-tech power like this could ignore the alien curse and possess such overwhelming equipment.

The reason they opened the door must be because they already knew about the existence of their convoy through some high-tech means.

They might even have known what was in the car all along!

That was something very important to them!

That's why they stepped in to help!

Having figured this out, the fear on the captain's face disappeared, and his expression became even more fanatical.

He suddenly kowtowed to the ground and shouted, "Sir, I've come to present a treasure!"

"I know this is what you've been waiting for!"

"They're all in the car, top-tier blueprints! And that—that ancient artifact!"

"Please, please accept these things and save our ship!"

Jaden stared blankly at the guy who had just been terrified but was now suddenly kowtowing and calling him "Master."

He scratched his head and looked at Kolber next to him.

"Old Ke, is this guy scared out of his wits?"

"What did he say? What are we waiting for?"

Kohlberg shrugged, indicating that he didn't understand either.

But one thing is certain.

He said he had a treasure.

Kolber pointed to the cars.

"Let's go take a look."