Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

The base has a newly assembled precision machining center, mountains of raw materials, and most importantly—the family business entrusted to him by the sage Andy.

Gamma-9 quickly manipulated the communication station, switching the frequency to the dedicated line:

"Bauer! Bauer! Can you hear me?!"

The communication was established.

The background noise coming from the other side was extremely loud.

"Splash—splash—"

The loud surging of liquid, accompanied by the metallic clanging of large mechanical gates opening and closing, clearly indicated that non-combatants were being evacuated in an orderly manner.

"I can hear you, stop yelling."

Bauer's voice sounded tense, but not panicked.

"You saw it too?"

"nonsense."

Gamma-9 shouted into the microphone.

"They're heading for you, at least two companies of armored troops! And there are Valkyries flying in the sky!"

"I know."

A muffled hiss of hydraulic pressure bleed came from Bauer's end.

“The outer sentry turrets had already sounded the alarm, and I have initiated the emergency evacuation procedure.”

"Then what are you standing there for? Run!"

Gamma-9 was so anxious it was stamping its feet.

"Run? Where to run?"

Bauer snorted coldly.

"The underwater base is not fully expanded yet, and it cannot accommodate all the equipment."

"And Andy entrusted me with so many good things, and I gave them away to Helios before I even had a chance to enjoy them?"

"Gamma-9, where can you see the overall picture? Tell me quickly, how much do we actually have right now?"

Gamma-9 paused for a moment.

He then realized that, as the nominal commander-in-chief remaining in command, he had indeed neglected the specific output data of the military base.

These past few days he's been busy directing the Black Spirit Spiders to run all over the nest. Although he knows Andy has been working on military industry there, he hasn't actually counted the exact number of units produced.

He immediately brought up the base's real-time inventory log on the console, and lines of green data popped up.

Gamma-9's single eye suddenly lit up.

"Iron Ostrich... an all-terrain self-propelled artillery piece."

Gamma-9 uttered the somewhat comical name, but the numbers that followed made him unable to laugh.

"20 units in stock? That's quite a lot!"

Bauer added over the phone:

"That's right. Three units were just taken off the production line this morning. The fire control system was just calibrated and hasn't been put into storage yet, so it's perfect to use them now."

"And what about drones?" Gamma-9 continued scrolling down, "'Raptor' class combat drones... 15 in stock."

This number is a little less than expected.

"Why only fifteen?" Gamma-9 said with some dissatisfaction.

“I’d love to build more too!” Bauer complained. “But we’re very slow at developing high-precision fire control chips, anti-gravity engines, and attitude balancers for Raptors. The remaining production capacity has to be carried back from the nest by Sisyphus.”

"Although the supply of 'Gear Heart' has been stable recently, the production capacity is just so-so, fifteen is the limit."

"The good news is, we have plenty of ammunition!"

Bauer's voice carried a hint of murderous intent:

"The twin-mounted boomerang cannons that Boss Andy provided have two warehouses full of ammunition, plus miniature shaped charge armor-piercing rounds. I had the workers work overnight to make over a hundred rounds!"

Upon hearing this, Gamma-9's expression softened slightly.

Twenty heavy artillery pieces, fifteen attack drones, and a sturdy defensive line built on the acid swamp indicate that this battle is far from over.

As expected, Andy the sage had foreseen this day and had amassed a fortune in advance!

Wise one, you are truly prepared for the worst!

“Listen, Bauer.”

Gamma-9 took a deep breath, his tone becoming serious.

"Since we're going to fight, let's hide our big guns properly. Now execute the sinking protocol, and I'll give you the key."

"The sinking agreement?" Bauer paused, "You mean that?"

"Yeah, that's it."

Gamma-9 pulled out a metal plate engraved with binary code from his pocket; it was the highest-level key that Andy had given him before he left.

Although Andy was not present, as an authorized lieutenant, he could remotely activate the base's last line of defense.

"Listen carefully, enter the following code."

"01001...110..."

As Gamma-9 recited a complex key, a tremendous roar came from the other end of the communication.

Inside the core temperature-controlled workshop of the military base, the ground where the giant precision machining center, along with its internal black box, was located suddenly began to shake.

Immediately afterwards, the entire floorboard began to slowly sink.

The fully enclosed sinking platform will carry these two most crucial and irreplaceable industrial mother machines of the shelter directly into the underground depth of fifty meters, entering the underwater base's compartment.

Even if the surface is razed to the ground, and Helios blows this place upside down, as long as the earth's crust isn't torn apart, these two machines will be safe.

Andy the sage explained it as: "As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn."

"Submersion confirmed complete."

Bauer's voice came through.

"The top cover has been closed and quick-drying cement is being poured to seal it."

"very good."

The Gamma-9 lost communication.

The command center was deathly silent. Several apprentices looked at him, waiting for the next instructions.

Helios's army was still advancing, less than half an hour away from the military base.

Gamma-9 stood up.

He stared at the constantly moving red arrow on the screen.

Reason told him that his task was now complete.

He relayed the intelligence, initiated the sinking agreement, and hid the core assets.

As one of those remaining behind, what he should do now is close the doors of the shelter tightly, hide on the third basement level, and pray that the god of war will bless his allies so they can hold on.

After all, he was just a junior priest in charge of logistics; fighting wasn't his forte, and... he was also genuinely afraid of dying.

Even if he were given the finest weapons, he would feel as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of that steel torrent.

but……

If the base is lost and Bauer and the others die, when Andy returns, all he'll see is ruins.

Then how could he, the commander-in-chief left behind in the rear, possibly face the Sage?

“…Damn it.” Gamma-9 muttered a curse under his breath.

He turned and walked to the weapons rack by the wall, grabbed an automatic rifle that Andy had modified, and checked the magazine.

"You guys, call the men from Engineering Department One!"

Gamma-9 pointed to the apprentices who were usually the most efficient at their work.

"Everyone, grab your weapons!"

"Where are we going, Master?" the apprentice asked tremblingly.

"Let's go for a drive!"

The Gamma-9 sped out of the command center without looking back.

A few minutes later, in the garage of the shelter.

Gamma-9 was the first to jump onto the bottom-dwelling pleasure vehicle, followed by two jeeps and several motorcycles, all filled with engineering team members carrying rifles.

His hands trembled violently as he inserted the key into the ignition hole.

No matter how much mental preparation I did, the fear of death still lingered in my mind.

There are thousands of regular troops outside; if he goes there, he most likely won't come back.

"Praise be to the wise sage, praise be to the god of all machines."

Gamma-9 pressed his trembling wrist with his other hand and twisted the key hard.

"boom--!!!"

The engine roared, and the accelerator was floored.

"Set off."

Chapter 59 Valkyrie Arrives, a Brutal Battle

Two thousand meters above the acid swamp.

The thick radiation cloud was violently torn apart.

With the roar of massive turbofan engines, the Helios Group's vanguard air wing arrived at the battlefield.

Twelve Valkyrie assault transport planes, painted in dark gray camouflage, formed a standard wedge-shaped attack formation, like a flock of vultures that had smelled blood, lowering their noses and swooping down toward the military base on the ground.

The flight captain leading the team was named Kyle, a seasoned veteran with twenty years of flying experience.

He chewed gum on the communications channel, his tone relaxed and arrogant: "Attention all aircraft, target confirmed."

"There is no ground-based air defense radar lock signal."

"The wild dogs at the bottom nest probably don't even have anti-aircraft machine guns. Maintain formation, and use the first round of rockets to bomb the ground and flatten the wall."

Kyle has reason to be confident.

On the planet Forge VII, the Valkyries are the rulers of the skies.

This heavy vertical takeoff and landing gunship is equipped not only with a terrifying heavy howitzer, but also with multi-barrel laser cannons and Hellfire missiles mounted on its wings. Its armor is thick enough to withstand fire from small arms.

In previous crackdowns, the moment Valkyrie's engine started, the rioters would scatter in terror.

Kyle pulled the control stick, and the Valkyrie's massive fuselage began to tilt, its thrust vectoring nozzles deflecting downwards, preparing to enter a dive attack trajectory.

However, what he didn't know was...

Right below him in the base, the roof of a hidden underground hangar was silently sliding open.

……

The base's underground command center.

Bauer sat in front of the control panel, sweating profusely, as the screen displayed twelve red enemy signals.

Although he now holds the powerful weapon Andy gave him.

But after all, he was a tech guy, and it was his first time commanding a real war, so he was still nervous.

"Five kilometers away... Entering the optimal interception zone."

Bauer took a deep breath, his finger hovering over the red launch button.

"Boss Andy said that the enemy's weapons are made of paper... the enemy's weapons are made of paper..."