Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming

Chapter 144 2 vs 2000, the advantage is on my side!

Gamma-9 and Bauer stormed into the studio.

Both of them were clutching a newly printed red receipt, their palms sweaty.

Just now, Xiao Liu issued a "warning order" through the internal network.

In a standard military command structure, this is a document that is extremely difficult to read and understand.

It only tells you "there's going to be a war," tells you "who the enemy is," "where the enemy is," and "approximately when they will arrive."

But it will never tell you "how to fight", "what to use", or "what the specific tactics are".

This is like a doctor suddenly informing you that you have a terminal illness, then turning around and leaving without even giving you a prescription.

For core members, receiving a document that only contains bad news and no solutions can generate an explosive level of anxiety.

Gamma-9's face is now darker than the bottom of a pot.

He stared intently at the specifications of the "Reis Giant Centipede" on the document. (Andy didn't know what it was called.)

It is several kilometers long, with biomass armor over thirty meters thick, and possesses extremely strong kinetic energy and mass.

Although Gamma-9 was just a priest with extremely poor technical skills, he knew all too well what that meant!

It's pure physical domination!

Regardless of what grade of cement was used to pour the walls of Horison Castle.

When tens of millions of tons of biomass collide with you at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour, there is only one outcome.

The wall collapsed, and people died!

Faced with absolute quality, faith and tactics are both too weak!

The core logic of Gamma-9 can no longer calculate any winning probability.

Bauer wasn't much better off.

He forced himself to remain calm, lying face down in front of the holographic map, drawing on several defense nodes with his electronic pen.

"If we lay all the mines in area three—"

"No, the explosive charge isn't enough; it won't blow their legs apart."

"What if we concentrate all the iron ostriches for indirect fire coverage—"

"That won't work either. Their radar-absorbing armor is too thick; grenades simply can't penetrate it."

Bauer kept proposing solutions, and then kept contradicting himself.

Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the map.

He couldn't find a solution.

It seemed like a defensive battle that was destined to be lost.

"Alright."

Andy sat in the chair and tapped his finger on the armrest.

"Stop overthinking it, let me share my thoughts."

The two immediately shut up, stood at attention, and their eyes were filled with hope.

In their minds, the Sage is omnipotent and must possess some kind of earth-shattering black technology, such as raising another giant cannon from underground to solve this deadlock.

Andy stood up and straightened his yellow robe.

"I plan to go out and fight myself."

The studio fell into dead silence.

Gamma-9 and Bauer gaped, their expressions frozen.

They suspected that their hearing sensors were malfunctioning.

Is the eldest brother going to personally lead the expedition?

Another one-on-one fight?

Seriously, Sage? At a time like this, you still have the mind to joke around?

Isn't that a bit too much of a heart?!

But after a brief moment of lapse in judgment, the two of them came to their senses.

broken!

The eldest brother seems to be serious!

and.

This seems to be the only way.

Conventional troops couldn't break through, heavy firepower couldn't penetrate the defenses, and city walls couldn't hold them off.

Aside from this sage with unknown powers and shrouded in mystery personally taking action, it seems there are indeed no other variables!

but--

Can it really work?

Bauer glanced at Andy furtively.

Although the boss usually appears to be very versatile, able to tinker parts, modify code, and perform surgery.

But when it comes to war, especially when it comes to directly confronting two city-destroying behemoths, you also need to add thousands of elite alien warriors.

This is completely different from doing technical work normally.

How can one person possibly withstand an army of thousands?

Andy ignored their suspicious looks and simply pointed to a coordinate on the map.

"I plan to fight here."

The coordinates are located approximately 400 kilometers south of Horisonburg.

"This is an extremely flat wasteland, without any ruins or tall buildings."

"The terrain is open and offers a panoramic view."

Andy explained, "The Reiss's greatest advantage is their use of shadows and terrain for infiltration."

"If fighting breaks out near Fort Horison, the surrounding complex ruins will serve as their natural cover."

"But in this wasteland, they have nowhere to hide."

"I want to stop them before they get into the ruins."

The tactical logic is very clear.

Utilize the terrain advantage to counter the enemy's tactical strengths.

But there's a huge hidden danger here, which Andy didn't mention, but Bauer saw it.

time.

It is 4 PM now.

In other words, the battle will take place around 8 p.m.

it's dark.

Aissi knocked down the Reiss at noon, taking advantage of the sunlight's suppression.

Now, Andy is facing the main force of the Reiss, whose fighting power is fully unleashed in the darkness and without any environmental weakening.

This is practically hellish difficulty!

"Alright, guard the house."

Andy didn't give them a chance to continue brainstorming.

"Zor will be here in a bit; have him keep an eye on the reactor."

"You can use the equipment here to see the battle situation on the front lines in real time."

"If I'm left outside," Andy paused, "immediately activate Level 1 alert, seal off the underground entrance, and ignore the surface."

After saying that, Andy strode out of the studio.

Headed straight to the staff living area.

Andy needs an assistant.

Although he has now been upgraded to a commander-type Iron Man, his combat power has skyrocketed.

However, six floating computing units are not enough to deal with so many targets at the same time.

He also needs a super accessory who can help him share the operational pressure and whose combat power must be incredibly strong.

Hughie.

The name lit up in Andy's logical loop.

These past few days, Andy has been listening to Kohlberg and his gang brag a lot on the communications channel.

They exaggerated Hughie's performance at the Dark Works Research Institute to the extreme, claiming she could crush giant monsters with a wave of her hand and manipulate them using advanced technology.

Since it's so useful, let's not leave it idle!

Andy arrived at Building C of the living area and found the room number for the four-person room.

"Knock knock knock!"

Knock on the door.

no response.

Andy activated the thermal imaging scan.

There was a heat source in the room. He was lying on the bed in a "T" shape, with a stable body temperature and even breathing.

Good, good, you slept quite soundly!

Andy just broadcast on all frequencies, and everyone is busy as bees, but this guy is actually sleeping soundly?

Andy did not hesitate at all.

Lift your leg, and the hydraulic power assist will start.

"Clang!"

The lock snapped, and the iron gate slammed against the wall.

Andy strode inside.

Hughie was awakened by the loud noise in bed. She sat up groggily, still not understanding what was going on.

Andy walked over and grabbed her by the back of her collar like he was catching a chick.

Then tuck it under your arm.

He turned and left.

The movements were fluid and seamless, without any unnecessary words.

Hughie felt a sudden dizziness, and then she was hanging on a hard object, moving with the other person's large strides.

The stars bounced up and down.

"Huh? Huh???"

Hughie made a bewildered sound.

"Let me go! You hate intelligence! What are you doing?!"

"Kidnapping!!"

Andy ignored her and dragged her out of the living area, heading straight for the backup hangar.

Half an hour later.

A fierce wind howled across the wasteland.

Hughie regained full consciousness amidst a violent jolt.

She found herself sitting in the back seat of a white, lightweight hovercraft.

The hovercraft was flying close to the ground at a speed of 200 kilometers per hour, and the surrounding scenery was blurred into lines.

The preceding text is about aversion to intelligence.

On either side of the hovercraft, six strange things were floating.

Six long, black, strip-shaped objects made of an unknown metal looked like ripped vertebrae.

They hung behind six small balls, each "spine" shimmering with a ghostly green light.

This is the result of Andy's learning about pork ribs over the past few days.

He had just reassembled the Gaussian generator components he brought back from the research institute using the "matrix arrangement" concept that Hughie had previously demonstrated.

Although I don't understand the aesthetics of pork ribs, this thing looks extremely ugly, like a string of sausages.

But its power has not been reduced at all.

These six strings of objects are six high-powered Gauss decomposition cannons.

It was specially prepared for Hughie.

"woke up?"

Andy's voice came from ahead, but it was a little scattered by the wind.

"Where are we going?!"

Hughie gripped the handrail and shouted.

She was still angry that her beautiful dream had been interrupted.

"Let's go fight."

Andy's answer was concise.

"gang war."