Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming

Chapter 111 The Iron Ostrich Teaches People a Lesson

Horisonburg, C3 area gate.

The hydraulic system was locked, and the half-meter-thick alloy door panel was fastened together front and back, with the external explosion-proof bolts automatically falling down.

Even if you use a molten metal bomb to blow up the crack in the door, it would take half an hour to create an opening.

But the thugs outside, blinded by rage, had completely lost their minds.

The dozens of armed pickup trucks and modified motorcycles at the forefront showed no sign of slowing down.

These members of the "Fuck Your Grandma" group probably only have killing on their minds.

Faced with the tightly closed gate, they actually pulled the trigger of the vehicle-mounted machine gun, and some even picked up RPG rocket launchers and fired them at the seemingly indestructible alloy wall.

"Boom! Boom!"

Several bursts of fire exploded on the door panel, but apart from blackening a patch of paint, they did almost no real effect.

Some motorcyclists who couldn't brake in time crashed directly into the wall, turning themselves and their bikes into a mixture of scrap metal and minced meat.

The following convoy finally stopped.

Hundreds of people crowded in front of the Horisonburg Palace, shouting and yelling mixed with the sound of engines.

They seem to be planning to launch an offensive on the spot, forcefully break down this door, and drag out the fat sheep inside.

On the city wall.

Gamma-9 stood behind the bulletproof glass of the watchtower.

He looked down at the dense, lifeless red dots below, his single eye devoid of any pity.

For the deep space industry, this was not a war at all, but a necessary "pest control operation".

After receiving confirmation from the Sage, Gamma-9 began its operation.

The camouflage nets on the four concealed gun positions located high up in the base instantly slipped down.

The four "Iron Ostrich" vehicles revealed their ferocious faces.

Their two thick, articulated mechanical legs dug deep into the soil, and the hydraulic spade lowered, locking the ground and forming an absolutely stable firing platform.

The 155mm long-barreled cannon slowly lowered, its dark muzzle pointing towards the crowded open space outside the city wall.

Distance: 1800 meters.

At this distance, using 155mm high-explosive shells to strike unarmored or lightly armored targets constitutes an extremely serious overkill of firepower.

It's like using a high-pressure water gun to spray an ant nest.

But the sage also said that what he wanted was this absolute destructiveness.

"Fire."

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The four heavy cannons roared simultaneously.

The shockwave generated by the cannon instantly blew away the surrounding sand and dust. The enormous recoil caused the heavy cannon to violently retract, and then it was pushed back to its original position by the hydraulic recoil mechanism.

Four high-explosive grenades, each weighing 50 kilograms, traversed a distance of over a thousand meters in less than a second.

however.

Instead of crashing directly to the ground like they did with Helios, they used a new type of airburst fuse.

The shell exploded at a height of five meters above the ground.

"Bang—!!!"

The ultra-high pressure shock wave generated by the explosion spread outwards at a speed of several kilometers per second.

Within this range, the air itself becomes the deadliest weapon.

The thugs in the convertible pickup truck and on the motorcycle didn't even feel the pain before their internal organs were shattered into a pulp by the shockwave.

Thousands upon thousands of steel balls and serrated shrapnel swept across the field under the influence of the shockwave.

The unarmored civilian vehicle was torn to pieces in an instant, its fuel tank was punctured, and a secondary explosion occurred.

The human body is extremely fragile; at this distance, shrapnel can easily sever bones and tear muscles.

It was just one volley.

The once crowded and noisy entrance gate was instantly transformed into a deathly silent slaughterhouse.

Dozens of vehicles were reduced to burning scrap metal, and hundreds of rioters were reduced to unrecognizable organic remains.

Faced with absolute caliber and explosive charge, so-called fearlessness and gang loyalty are nothing but a joke.

And on the edge of a scree belt hundreds of kilometers away.

Two massive land-based ships, like steel behemoths, were moored side by side on the wasteland, blocking the only way to the depths.

One of them, painted in matte black with elegant and austere lines, was the "Twilight".

And in its spacious bridge command room.

A young woman was sitting at the control panel, watching the horrific scenes being transmitted in real time from the front-line convoy.

She was wearing a well-tailored black trench coat over a tight-fitting tactical uniform, and her long, silver-white hair was casually tied back.

Her name is Ai Xi, captain of the "Twilight" and one of the major warlords on the planet Zais.

She was bare-faced, without any makeup, and her skin appeared somewhat pale from being away from the sun for a long time, but this did not detract from her beauty in the slightest.

One could even say that, with that cold, somewhat world-weary aura, she was even more beautiful than Helios's Zesia.

At this moment, there was no emotional fluctuation in Ai Xi's gray eyes.

She looked at the human remains flying everywhere on the screen as if she were looking at a dry financial statement.

"155mm caliber, high-explosive fragmentation projectile, airburst fuse."

Ai Qi spoke softly, her voice cool and detached.

"And with a very high rate of fire and an extremely precise fire control system—is this the new power that has taken over Horisonburg?"

The adjutant standing next to her swallowed hard, his face turning pale.

"Captain—the rapid reaction team at the front reports that even our interceptor vehicles can't withstand the power of that kind of artillery."

"If we had rushed up there just now, we'd probably be—"

Ai Qi didn't speak, but simply reached out and turned off the bloody surveillance footage.

She never intended for her troops to charge forward and die.

She came here purely because she was dragged here by the bald guy from the "Fuck Your Grandma" ship next door, who said he wanted to split the high-tech blueprints on the Scavenger ship.

But as a shrewd commander, Aiqi never fights a battle he is not confident of winning, and he will never take on a tough challenge for a pittance.

"Sizzle"

The communicator suddenly rang, and a very rude roar came through.

"Aiqi! What are you doing?!"

He's bald, the captain of the "Fuck Your Grandma" ship.

Through the porthole, you could see a kilometer away on a dilapidated land-based warship covered in skulls and spikes, its massive exhaust pipes spewing out black smoke.

With the engines running at full power, the bald-headed ship was preparing to turn its massive hull around, abandon the Scavenger, and head towards Fort Horison at full speed.

"My men are almost all dead! Why the hell aren't you going to help?!"

The bald man's voice made the speaker hum.

"Are your convoy just watching from behind? Get them!"

"That's just a heavy artillery position! With your troops' weaponry, you could easily take out those cannons!"

Aiqi picked up the communicator and said calmly, "My car isn't for filling in lines."

"I fucking don't care!" the bald man cursed. "My ship will be here soon, and then I'll raze this wretched city to the ground!"

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"If you don't put in the effort, you won't get a single hair when it comes time to divide the spoils!"

Aiqi ignored his threat and simply put the communicator aside.

She turned to look at her adjutant.

"Any news from the western front?"

The adjutant immediately handed over a newly declassified battle report, his face beaming with undisguised joy.

"I've got it! Captain!"

"Just ten minutes ago, our Second Fleet achieved a decisive victory in the Kolumbek Trade Zone."

The Odin Fortress fleet's defenses collapsed completely after its supplies were intercepted. Four cruisers have been captured, and the remaining two are currently evacuating.

"Our people have taken control of the core war zone, and a large number of newly unearthed relics from the Golden Age are now ours."

"More importantly—"

"The management committee of the Kolumbik Trade Zone has expressed its sincerity to us."

"From today onwards, the right to collect trade taxes also belongs to us."

Aiqi took the battle report and quickly scanned it.

A faint smile finally appeared on his usually icy face.

Kolumbek Trade Zone.

Besides the Sea of ​​No Light, it is the largest resource distribution center on Zais, a place that all wandering merchants and small and medium-sized warlords will definitely go to.

Whoever controls that place controls most of the planet's cash flow.

In comparison, while Horisonburg in front of us may seem somewhat lucrative, the risks are far too great.

The fact that the foreign forces in Horisonburg possess such heavy firepower indicates that they are definitely not to be trifled with.

Why would you risk a fight with such a tough nut just for the cargo on a few off-road vehicles?

Not cost-effective.

Any battle that does not yield clear and low-risk benefits is a waste of resources.

"Pass on my orders."

Ai Qi threw the battle report on the table, stood up, and her black trench coat swayed slightly.

"Notify the front lines to evacuate Fort Horison at full speed."

"This ship will set sail immediately, destination: Kolumbik."

The adjutant hesitated for a moment: "Then—how do we explain this to the bald man?"

"Explain?"

Aiqi picked up the communicator again and pressed the call button.

At this moment, the bald man was still spewing profanities, threatening to capture Ai Qi and make her his bandit wife.

"Hey, bald guy."

Ai Qi interrupted his roar.

"I'm letting you know now, I have to go."

"You can gnaw on this bone yourself."

"Wh-what?!"

The bald man on the other end of the communication line clearly didn't react in time.

"You dare leave?! You dare betray the alliance?!"

"If you dare to move an inch, my secondary gun is aimed right at your engine—"

Before the bald man could finish his threat, his voice suddenly caught in his throat.

He was horrified to discover that during the time the two ships were docked side by side, the smooth side armor plates of the "Twilight" had silently slid off without him noticing.

Five large-caliber, high-energy light spears were gleaming with a faint blue light, indicating that they had finished charging.

The dark muzzle of the cannon was pressed firmly against the vulnerable bridge and ammunition depot of the "Fuck Your Grandma" ship.

If he dares to make any move, this volley of fire will instantly pierce through him.

It turns out that this woman never trusted him from the very beginning!

"We're all just trying to make a living, don't be so naive."

Ai Qi's cold voice came through the communicator: "Also, a friendly reminder."

"Horrisonburg, that's no ordinary place. If you really want to sail there to your death, remember to send me a copy of your estate inventory."

"I might consider scavenging some junk from your wreckage."

After saying that, Ai Qi immediately cut off the communication and left a very perfunctory message in the public channel: "Good luck."

"Buzz"

The Twilight emitted a deep rumble, its hull turning nimbly, and under the intimidation of the flank spears, gracefully sailed toward the western horizon.

Only the "Fuck Your Grandma" ship remained, all alone in place.

The bald man stared at the row of light spears that were only withdrawn at the very last moment, his back soaked with cold sweat.

Communication is interrupted.

At the rear of the battlefield, the black convoy that had remained motionless suddenly turned around.

Engines roared, and dust flew everywhere.

They abandoned their allies who were still being bombed on the front lines and simply ran away.

All that remained were corpses strewn across the ground, and the bald man's hoarse roar echoing through the communication channel: "You son of a bitch! Aiqi! You filthy bitch!"

"I'm going to kill you! I'm definitely going to kill you, ahhhhhh!!"

In Horisonburg's studio.

Andy looked at the convoy split in two on the radar and couldn't help but chuckle.

"That's interesting."

"That commander is a smart man."

On this chaotic planet, those who can assess the situation and not be blinded by greed usually live longer.

As for the remaining one, still raging in a state of impotence—

Andy's gaze returned to the "Iron Ostriches" that were adjusting their firing angles.

Since he refuses to leave, let him stay here forever.

Perfect timing! Deep Space Industries' arsenal still has many new products that need data testing.

"Gamma-9," Andy said into the communicator, "Since the last one is so enthusiastic, let's not disappoint him."

"Let's add some intensity to this wasteland."

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