Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

On the outskirts of the city, Gamma-9 and his team were building a defensive line.

They reused the secondary gun components salvaged from the New Bond during their evacuation to create brand-new twin-mounted Storm Bolt Guns and Lucius Laser Arrays, which are now all mounted on the walls.

The 155mm "Iron Ostrich" self-propelled howitzers were also deployed at high altitudes, forming a crossfire network.

Anything that dares to approach the city will be instantly blasted to pieces by this intense firepower.

Beyond the defense line lies an endless desert, with scarce resources, a harsh environment, and frequent sandstorms.

To survive, the Zaisi had no choice but to move their homes onto massive landships, constantly moving and plundering.

Stopping means being buried by a sandstorm and eaten by other land-based ships.

But Deep Space Industries is different. Andy doesn't plan to actually build a land-based ship yet; he wants to establish a foothold here.

After the last battle, the soldiers are now training near the outpost. Their spirit and morale have completely changed, and they have shed the decadent demeanor of refugees and gangsters.

With ample supplies, they have transformed into a well-equipped and highly trained armed group that can be considered among the best in the entire galaxy.

Chapter 96 Andy the Sage's Dorazor

The underground core industrial area of ​​Horisonburg is hot and crowded.

Andy stood in front of the newly laid assembly platform, looking at the robotic arm that was only half-assembled, and felt worried.

This robotic arm is used to assemble the chest armor plates of the "Vanguard" power armor, and it has extremely high requirements for sensitivity and load-bearing capacity.

According to the standard process flow provided by STC, this joint position must use a high-viscosity vacuum damping grease with the code "Z-40".

This type of grease can maintain an extremely stable damping feel under high load operation, preventing the robotic arm from shaking.

That's the problem.

Andy didn't have that kind of oil.

Although he has a "matter molecular reconstruction instrument" that can turn scrap iron into high-purity alloys and plastic into carbon fiber.

But even with its impressive reconstruction equipment, it can't directly synthesize such complex organic compound mixtures!

To produce this kind of oil, Andy would first need to build a chemical plant, then a petroleum distillation tower, and then adjust the formula.

If Andy really wanted to build it, he definitely could.

but……

Would you really open a chemical production line just for this little bit of oil?

What kind of interstellar joke is this??

But the reality is that industry is a huge and redundant system. In this system, sometimes what holds you back is not a core chip or a reactor technology.

Instead, it could be a screw of a special specification, a tube of a specific type of glue, or, as it is now, a can of unremarkable lubricating oil.

This is why the supply chain is so important.

Without a supply chain, even if you have the most amazing blueprints in the entire universe, you can only stare blankly at a pile of parts.

It's theoretically possible to be stumped by a barrel of oil when you have cutting-edge technology from the golden age, especially when the supporting facilities are incomplete and the farming business is just starting out.

We need to find a shortcut...

"Zor".

Andy turned his head and looked at Father Zor, who was squatting next to him adjusting the servo skull.

Do you have any damping oil that... won't evaporate in a vacuum and can withstand high temperatures?

Andy didn't have high hopes either, after all, such special supplies were scarce even in Zhongchao.

Zor paused for a moment, the electronic prosthetic eye swirling around twice, seemingly searching his database.

"You mean the Z-series vacuum grease?"

Zor stood up and dusted off his robe.

"Have."

"How many?" Andy asked.

"Three standard containers, about fifteen tons."

Zor answered casually.

“Those were the stock that the Helios Group wanted but I didn’t sell to them. I thought they might be useful in the future, so I kept them.”

"..."

Fifteen tons, my foot!

Andy looked at Zor and suddenly found the half-mechanical old man kind of cute!

"Have them brought over, bring them all over."

The problem is solved.

The robotic arm was quickly coated with a thick layer of grease, making it run as smoothly as silk.

But this is just the beginning.

Over the next few days, Andy truly experienced what it means to have an elder in the family.

Andy: "Zor, I need a high-precision grating ruler to calibrate the laser cutting machine."

Zor: "Yes! There are two boxes in the warehouse. They were salvaged from old equipment discarded by Shangchao. I refurbished them."

Andy: "Zor, do you have any of those sealing rings that can withstand strong acid corrosion? The rubber factory isn't finished yet."

Zor: "Yes! Five thousand of them are made of fluororubber. Is that enough?"

Andy: "Zor, I need the binary protocol converter interface manufactured in M36..."

Zor: "Yes! It's in the bottom left corner of container C, in the third box. Have someone go get it."

Have!

Have!

Have!

That's outrageous.

The shuttles Father Zor brought out from the Nest consisted of nothing but core components and industrial mother machines. The rest were industrial consumables and middleware that would be considered junk by ordinary people, but were treasures by engineers.

After talking with Zor, Andy realized that this was actually another example of the internal culture of the Mechanicus.

A significant number of tech enthusiasts believe that every creation of the Machine God is sacred. Even a screw, as long as it is still usable, should never be thrown away. Throwing it away would be blasphemy and a waste of the Machine God's blessings.

So over the long years, they carried all the industrial products they saw into their nests like hamsters.

Regardless of whether this thing is useful now or whether it has been out of production for 10,000 years.

I'll just save it for now, in case I need it someday.

This habit seems bizarre under normal circumstances, as it crams the warehouse so full that there's barely any room to step.

But in this era of supply chain disruptions and wasteland reconstruction, where everything is in ruins, we are facing a crisis.

Andy could only say, "This is way too much, way too much!"

Legend has it that Robert Guilliman, the Primarch who wore blue power armor and wielded the Emperor's Sword, was accompanied by a great sage named Belisarius Caul.

Grandpa Blue was short of troops, so Doraemon pulled out a bunch of Proto-Forged Space Marines for him.

Grandpa Blue was short of guns, so Doraemon pulled out a batch of new bolt-action rifles for him.

Grandpa Blue is short of ships, and Doraemon pulls out a fleet of mechanical arks for him... I don't think he's ever pulled out one before.

In short, Andy felt that he was also enjoying Primarch-level treatment.

Although what Zor pulled out wasn't as high-end as Kaul's, and would be laughable if he were to show it off, for the current state of deep space industry, these things were more useful than any divine equipment.

With the support of Zor, this human warehouse, the construction speed of Horisonburg took off.

on the ground.

The once empty industrial square has now been turned into a huge construction site.

"Up—down!"

Several heavy-duty engineering drones lifted prefabricated concrete slabs and precisely assembled them together.

The standardized employee dormitory buildings have been fully restored.

The design is utterly devoid of any aesthetic appeal, resembling a square matchbox, and the exterior walls are unpainted, exposing the gray cement.

But it is sturdy, warm, and has its own complete water circulation system.

For workers who were used to living in makeshift shacks and sleeping in workshops filled with the smell of engine oil, this place was practically a five-star hotel.

Next to the dormitory building, rows of modular storage centers store finished products that are continuously transported up from the underground production lines.

The entire base exudes an extremely vibrant vitality.

However, Andy shouldn't be too happy yet.

While production capacity has increased, this has also exposed a new hidden danger – the fragility of the supply chain.

Andy's current happiness is largely due to Father Zor's "treasure trove" of resources, which are becoming increasingly scarce.

Once Zor runs out of stock, and Andy hasn't successfully unlocked the corresponding chemical and materials science technologies, some seemingly invincible production lines might suddenly stop due to a lack of certain components.

This is why achieving complete self-sufficiency in the wasteland is harder than climbing to heaven.

Of course, it's already incredibly impressive that Andy has achieved what he has in less than a month.

Even so, if someone were to look down on Horisonburg from high above...

You'll find that the area currently controlled by Deep Space Industries is just the tip of the iceberg of this magnificent ancient city.

Horisonburg is too big.

This colonial outpost city, established during the Golden Age, was designed to accommodate at least five million people.

And Andy currently has less than seven hundred people under his command.

Seven hundred people scattered into this city are like a handful of sand thrown into the ocean; they don't even make a ripple.

Apart from a small area in the core industrial zone that was lit up, more than 95% of the surrounding urban area remained shrouded in deathly darkness.

The towering skyscrapers, the expansive Central Park, and the seemingly bottomless underground transportation network remain uncharted territories.

Andy wasn't in a hurry to expand.

Don't bite off more than you can chew!

On this dangerous wasteland planet, blindly expanding defenses will only disperse forces and give lurking predators an opportunity to strike.

He chose to proceed cautiously, first building the walls around the core area and setting up the turrets.

Let's manage this small plot of land well first, then we can consider exploring the map.

Gamma-9.

Andy stood on the newly repaired watchtower and pressed the communicator.

“Call all the exploration teams that have been sent out back.”

"what?"

A puzzled voice came from the other end of the communication.

"My sage, we have just discovered a batch of well-preserved vending machines in an abandoned trading center, which may contain beverages from the Dark Ages..."

"Don't you drink engine oil? Why would you care about beverages?"

Andy interrupted him:

"Father Zor opened another new container, which contains two tons of compressed nutrient blocks and five hundred sets of individual self-heating rations. It's much better than your few bottles of drinks that have expired thousands of years ago."

"The production line is short-handed right now, and we need to expand production capacity soon, so we have to bring back all the available people."

"As ordered!"

Gamma-9 immediately carried out the order.

Before long, a dozen or so SUVs and motorcycles drove back from all corners of the city, kicking up a trail of dust.