Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

Even so, in any conventional industrial sector, it can already be described as "material freedom"!

With this understanding, Andy's farming strategy became very clear.

The first thing he tackled was the rocket launcher project that had been giving him a headache for a long time.

XPG-200 individual rocket launcher.

Even setting aside the issue of the fuze's yield rate, it still has many problems.

During previous test firings, the barrel would often explode, or the missile would veer off course halfway through its flight.

The reason is that the nozzle material is not good.

The previous casting process for the shelter was too poor, and the nozzles produced could not withstand the high temperature and pressure of thousands of degrees in a rocket engine, resulting in severe ablation and uneven thrust.

it's good now.

Andy directly used the reconstruction instrument to synthesize a batch of high-melting-point tungsten-titanium alloys.

This material used to be a luxury item that only the aerospace industry could afford.

Now, Andy is using it directly as a rocket launcher nozzle.

When Bauer received this batch of new nozzles, his hands were shaking, and he exclaimed that it was a waste of money.

"Beast! You beast!"

Andy: "Who's the beast?"

"I mean, I dreamt last night that I was eating the tenderloin of a Grooketh beast. That beast tasted so delicious!"

It may be wasteful, but the results are immediate.

A new batch of rockets were test-fired, their trajectories as straight as lasers, hitting any target within 200 meters.

The warhead has also been upgraded.

With the availability of high-strength alloy steel, the warhead wall can be made thinner, allowing for a larger propellant charge.

As for the fuse?

Is the fuse even a problem for Andy now?

In addition, Andy has developed a new type of explosive...

Three-base explosives are normally used as propellants for large-caliber artillery, and have extremely high energy density.

Andy, having nothing better to do, made a small modification to the STC blueprints, making it more docile and suitable for inclusion in a personal weapon.

The most outrageous thing is that the chemical structure of this thing is actually reversible!

If Andy ever builds a large-caliber, lethal thermal weapon, this pile of explosives can be recycled and turned back into standard military explosives.

If that were to happen, not only would an armored vehicle be in danger, but even a Space Marine's power armor would have to think twice before taking a direct hit.

Mass production! Mass production is a must!

This kind of heavy firepower, capable of detonating the enemy from hundreds of meters away, is truth, is justice.

Then, Andy turned his attention to another weapon.

High explosive crossbow.

The single-soldier assault weapon of the Golden Age, codenamed "CBS-12 Silent Arrow".

Although it sounds like some kind of primitive cold weapon, it has advantages that firearms cannot match.

Silent, lightless, and without heat source reaction.

Andy used a reconfiguration device to produce highly elastic carbon fiber composite materials to create the crossbow arm.

This thing has an astonishing tension; ordinary people simply can't pull it open. They have to use a winch or exoskeleton to help wind it up.

Although it works on the same principle as a crossbow, when combined with a special trigger fuse and high-explosive arrow, theoretically, this thing could blow up a fully armored Leman Russ main battle tank with a single shot.

The reason we haven't done it yet is simply because Andy hasn't put the fusion charge into the arrow yet.

But that's enough to give any enemy a run for their money.

A single arrow can blast a concrete wall two hundred meters away to smithereens, leaving the other side completely unaware of where the shot was fired.

Cheap, easy to use, and insidious.

This is the essence of war!

As for the bolter that Andy had been longing for...

Hey, he did indeed hand-craft a few standard explosive bolt samples.

The principle behind this thing is actually quite simple; it's just a miniature version of a rocket-assisted armor-piercing high-explosive shell.

The primer first ejects the bullet from the chamber, then the rocket engine ignites and accelerates it, finally causing it to explode inside the target.

With current material quality and processing precision, Andy is fully capable of manufacturing it.

But after doing the math, he decisively abandoned the mass production plan.

The resources consumed by a standard explosive arrow are enough to make ten rockets or fifty high-explosive crossbow bolts.

Moreover, the recoil of the bolter is extremely strong, making it unusable for ordinary people; it must be used in conjunction with power armor or mechanical prosthetics.

At this stage, equipping a group of refugees who have just had enough to eat with bolt guns is an extremely serious waste of resources and a strategic mistake.

This thing can only be used as a technical reserve for now. We'll bring it out to make a difference when we have more resources or when we encounter monsters that conventional firepower can't destroy.

In addition to military industry, the infrastructure of the shelter has also undergone a qualitative leap.

Andy directed the four drones to use the high-purity monocrystalline silicon and copper wire produced by the reconfiguration device to create the first batch of electronic servo terminals.

This thing looks a bit like an old-fashioned ATM, with a green monochrome display and a few physical buttons.

"Oops, that's not very elegant..."

But it doesn't matter anyway.

This is undoubtedly a landmark event for the shelter.

Previously, controlling the temperature of the reactor relied entirely on workers manually turning the valves, which was not only prone to errors but also labor-intensive.

Now, all the critical equipment is connected to the servo terminal.

Temperature, pressure, rotation speed—all data are displayed on the screen in real time.

Andy also wrote a simple automation control program.

When Gamma-9 first saw the automatically fluctuating data on the screen and the valves that automatically adjusted due to excessive temperature, it immediately knelt down.

He wept bitterly, believing it to be the manifestation of the machine spirit, the God of Machines speaking to mortals through the screen.

Andy remained speechless, unable to offer any further comment.

However, this is precisely the charm of automation: it liberates people from heavy, repetitive labor so they can do more valuable things.

For example... picking up more trash to feed the black box, wouldn't that be valuable enough?

Yes, very valuable!

Chapter 45 Zhongchao and Trade Upgrading

Nest City, inside a massive industrial elevator shaft.

The rusty car creaked and groaned as it was pulled by the winch, climbing upwards at a speed of fifteen meters per second.

Sisyphus stood in the middle of the oil-stained carriage, covering his nose with a handkerchief in disgust.

Behind him, two Storm Squad soldiers, clad in black armor and wielding Hellfire Guns, stood like statues, their only evidence of their presence being the occasional flash of their helmet visors.

These two were Andy's personal bodyguards, whom he had specifically assigned.

Since Dr. Birdbeak's lair was destroyed by the Nurgle cultists last week, Sisyphus has moved into the Vault and become Andy's personal business representative.

To be honest, Sisyphus never dreamed that he would be able to go out to do business with bodyguards of this caliber in his lifetime.

The Hellfire Gun is standard issue for Astragalus Stormtroopers. A single shot can burn through light armor. In a place like Midnest, these two guns are more intimidating than ten fully armed gang thugs.

"Ding--"

The elevator stopped, and the heavy gate slowly opened.

A wave of heat, a mixture of engine oil, ozone, and the stench of overcrowded human sweat, hit me.

We've arrived at Zhongchao.

Zhongchao is the industrial heart of Casting Furnace No. 7, but it is also a lawless place that is completely out of control.

Since imperial ships stopped visiting regularly, the industrial zone of Zhongchao has begun a frenzied, illegal mass production in order to survive.

Imperial Patent Law and mechanical engineering production licenses are all worthless here.

As long as the machines can move and the raw materials are available, the factory owners here dare to manufacture anything, from fully equipped laser gun batteries to prohibited chemicals, and even unauthorized bionic prosthetics.

Sisyphus pushed an inconspicuous little cart out.

The cart was covered with a dirty tarpaulin, making him look like an ordinary deliveryman.

But what he was pushing was the most sought-after hard currency in the entire Zhongchao black market right now.

In the two months since Sisyphus met Andy, his business model has undergone a complete 180-degree turn.

He used to be the spokesperson for Birdbeak Doctor, but what was he actually selling back then?

It was the rotten flesh cut from corpses, and the green soup teeming with viruses and impurities.

A slightly more respectable method is to buy and sell other people's products through a distribution network.

At that time, he was at the lowest end of the industry chain. He had to be subservient to the Helios Group, beg the illegal clinics to take his goods, and always be on guard against being double-crossed.

It's different now.

Sisyphus lifted a corner of the oilcloth, revealing neatly stacked glass bottles inside.

A pale yellow, clear liquid sloshed in the bottle.

【Andy Biochemical No. 1】.

The high-purity penicillin G sodium solution produced in the shelter has been modified.

Once this product was launched, it swept through the entire black market for pharmaceuticals in Zhongchao.

The effect is amazing, it's unbelievable!

With just one injection, no matter how severe the gunshot wound infection or the gangrene that could lead to amputation, as long as the person hasn't completely died, they can basically be saved!

Moreover, the side effects are minimal, unlike those old green soups that required a liver transplant after consumption!

For workers like Zhong Chao, who lose hands and feet on the production line every day, or get wrenches or bullets in street fights, this thing is nothing short of a second life.

Sisyphus walked through the bustling streets.

Both sides were lined with illegally built factories, their chimneys spewing black smoke that blotted out the sky.

He walked into an unlicensed clinic with a sign that read "Fast Prosthetic Repair".

The boss was a one-eyed man with greasy hands. When Sisyphus used to come here to sell his green soup, this guy always ignored him.

But today...

"Oh dear! Mr. Sisyphus!"

When the one-eyed man saw Sisyphus, especially the two guardians behind him carrying Hellfire Gun battery packs, his old face instantly broke into a wide grin.

"You've finally arrived! I still have three seriously injured people waiting for your miraculous medicine to save their lives!"

Sisyphus didn't even look at him.

He took two boxes of medicine from the car and casually threw them onto the blood-stained operating table.

"Twenty bottles, the usual."

Sisyphus's voice was indifferent.

Where is what I asked for?

One-Eyed Dragon quickly pulled out a box wrapped in an anti-static bag from under the counter and handed it over respectfully.

"It's all here! These are military-grade servo motor control chips that came from Shangchao, brand new! Still unopened!"