Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming

Chapter 139 The Longmen Project Proceeds Smoothly

Without further ado.

Without even guessing, Andy knew exactly what expression the girl had on her face right now.

It's most likely an expression that looks like it wants to bite someone.

Andy admitted that he had been somewhat naive this time.

There's no arguing about that. The girl had just finished showering and was about to enjoy her vacation when he barged in and started assigning tasks. That's really inhuman!

But Andy also considered himself a reasonable novice saint.

This time, he didn't set a deadline for Hughie.

If Hughie wanted to slack off, sleep, or draw a turtle on the drawing to insult him, Andy didn't care at all.

As long as we can get the product made in the end, that's fine.

Most importantly, Andy has already had suite 1001 on the tenth floor of Building A in the residential area prepared.

A complete independent bathroom system was installed, with hot water pipes directly connected to the heat exchanger, ensuring a 24-hour hot water supply.

This is the carrot that Andy prepared for Hughie.

Once the Gundam starts running, the room key will be hers.

On this wasteland planet, these living conditions are more effective than any empty promise.

Back in the studio.

The holographic screen lit up, displaying a map of the airspace surrounding Horisonburg.

Thirty-eight green dots of light are moving slowly along their predetermined paths.

"Tianqiong-1" low-orbit base station.

Actually, the production line for the small balloons was shut down for a while.

After the first batch of twenty was built, Andy had the production line shut down.

At that time, Reagan and his more than a thousand skilled workers had not yet arrived.

There were only a few hundred people in the base, and they had to maintain the production of ammunition and firearms, so there was simply no manpower to make small balloons.

Insufficient production capacity necessitates compromises.

But then things changed.

Reagan arrived, and there was an overabundance of manpower. In addition, after Andy launched the balloon for the first time, he discovered that the balloon's field of vision coverage far exceeded expectations.

So, two weeks ago, Andy made a bold move and restarted the production line.

After working overtime for a period of time, the number of balloons floating in the sky has reached thirty-eight.

This number is enough to give a clear view of the entire area surrounding Horisonburg.

On the screen, a green scanning grid covers 95% of the ruins city.

But in reality, this is just a figurative number.

The area that Deep Space Industries has actually controlled and developed is only the southern part, which accounts for about 20% of the entire site.

The remaining large area was still black.

Especially in the north.

Andy dragged the map northward.

The northern boundary of Horisonburg is a near-vertical cliff, beyond which lies the plateau.

Andy specifically sent several drones over last week to take a look.

The terrain is extremely harsh, consisting entirely of rocks and rift valleys, and the ecological environment is very strange.

All sorts of bizarre and mutated plants ran rampant there, some vines even managing to entangle drones.

Apart from a few abandoned mines scattered along the cliff, the area has no development value whatsoever, at least not at present.

Moreover, those mutated plants look very aggressive. If you rashly touch them, you will not only gain nothing, but you may also get into trouble.

Anyway, Andy figured that since there was no profit to be made, they should just leave it for now.

So after watching the video footage transmitted back by the drone, Andy immediately instructed Xiao Liu to adjust the monitoring strategy.

The original circular surveillance perimeter was flattened, becoming an ellipse centered on Horisonburg.

The focus of monitoring is on the southern half, as well as the wasteland extending fifty kilometers to the south.

After all, both the threats and the business come from the south.

Those plants in the north aren't going to grow legs and come over to attack the city.

Speaking of which, the curve representing the output power of geothermal power plants has been a bit shaky lately.

Um--

The power is running low.

But this was actually expected.

The factory is expanding and the equipment is increasing, especially the current precision machining centers and reconfiguration machines, which are all power hogs.

Although Andy added several more heat exchangers, the production capacity of geothermal wells is ultimately limited.

However, the intensity is not yet high.

This means occasional voltage instability and power outages for a few hours in certain non-core areas.

We are still a long way from an energy crisis that would cause a complete power outage!

Andy made a note of it in his memo.

This issue needs to be addressed after the Gundam project; it will most likely have to wait until the reactor is operational or a new high-energy fuel is found.

Back to the map.

Andy focused the camera on the south entrance of Horison Castle.

Recently, a major project called "Project Lungmen" has been underway in the south. It was something Andy came up with to solve the base's defense problems.

The progress is going relatively smoothly.

Although it has been a long time coming, we haven't encountered any major obstacles along the way, and it hasn't been too demanding on production capacity.

Although Horisonburg has walls, it used to be an open city with too many and too wide entrances.

If someone were to drive a land-based vessel and force their way in, it would be very easy for them to break through.

So Andy used the terrain's elevation differences and a large number of abandoned high-rise buildings at the main entrance on the south side to create a huge, pass-like structure.

Six massive concrete foundations have been poured and are now positioned on either side of the road.

In the middle is a heavy-duty lifting gate that is being installed.

The gate was pieced together from armor plates salvaged from the wreckage of a land-based warship; it is over a meter thick and weighs several hundred tons.

Combined with the surrounding automatic turrets and anti-ship trenches, once installed, it would be an insurmountable barrier.

Preliminary results are already visible.

Now, it is virtually impossible for small and medium-sized land-based ships to enter within a 10-kilometer radius of Fort Horison.

The road closures are a minor issue; the main problem is the anti-ship trenches.

Most scavengers and small caravans were sensible enough to avoid Longmen when they saw it.

If there is trade with Horisonburg, they will usually wait outside for Sisyphus to send someone to make contact.

but.

There are always some rude people.

Andy watched the monitor screen.

A medium-sized land-based warship painted with red stripes is moving along the edge of the frame.

It made no attempt to take a detour, ignoring the flashing red warning lights on the roadside, and drove directly over a pile of ruins.

The tracks kicked up clouds of dust as it forced its way through a section of open ground still under construction on the side of the gantry.

The foundation that had been laid was crushed to pieces, and several construction machinery operators who were working on the project were forced to stop and take shelter.

The ship brazenly passed right under Deep Space Industries' nose, just to take a shortcut to the eastern mining area.

Andy watched this scene and felt inexplicably irritated.

This is not the first time.

This kind of thing has been happening frequently lately.

Especially those larger land-based ships, relying on their thick armor and toughness, completely disregarded Deep Space Industries' warnings.

They felt this was an unclaimed wasteland, a place where anyone could take a dump before you came here.

Now that you're here, I'll still live my life as I please. What can you do to me?

Some ships would even deliberately sound their horns in a provocative manner or throw garbage onto the city walls when they passed by.

Although they didn't launch a direct attack, it was really annoying.

Mainly, it makes me uneasy!

It's like a road that's just been built in front of your house, and every day big trucks drive over it, damaging the road and making it all dusty!

"Sisyphus," Andy answered the communicator, "What's wrong with these guys? Can't they read road signs?"

On the other end of the communication line, Sisyphus's voice sounded somewhat helpless.

"Andy, this matter is a bit complicated."

"Why is it complicated?"

"It's a matter of status."

Sisyphus explained.

"Although Captain Harker helped us register at the port of call last week and even gave us some publicity."

"However, in the official records of the Kolumbek Trade Zone in Zais, there is no registered entity called 'Deep Space Industries'."

"In the eyes of those indigenous warlords, we were just a group of unregistered people who suddenly appeared."

"Currently, they only know the name Sisyphus and that there is a medicine shop here."

"But they don't acknowledge that this land belongs to us."

"In their unspoken rules, only those entities that are officially registered in the trade zone and have paid a deposit are qualified to designate restricted areas."

"Otherwise, this is a public area where anyone can walk around."

Andy laughed.

"So, this place has become a public toilet?"

"That's roughly the idea," Sisyphus sighed. "And recently I've heard rumors that many land-based ship captains are very dissatisfied with our Lungmen project."

"They said that we set up checkpoints on public roads to keep an eye on them, which is a sign of a lack of trust."

"Someone was cursing on the public channel, saying they wanted to unite and tear down our Dragon Gate."

Andy roughly understood.

Guard against them?

No trust?

Why don't these bandits and robbers trust each other when they're killing and robbing people?

Now, when I fix a door, these people suddenly start talking about trust?

"Let them curse," Andy said calmly. "They can say whatever they want; it's none of my business."

"However, the Dragon Gate must be repaired."

As for registration?

He couldn't be bothered with any registration process.

In this wasteland, the biggest rule is firepower.

As long as he has enough cannons and the walls are strong enough, this place is a no-go zone.

Whether you admit it or not.

As for those discontented voices...

That's ridiculous. You think I'll just stop doing it because you're unhappy with it?

He couldn't be happier if these people came and demolished it!

Andy would absolutely love to have a surplus of weapons recently, if a few more landships could be sent over to serve as mining sites.

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