Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

The first large-caliber cannon shell landed on the outer armor of the Shinbond.

Although it didn't penetrate, the enormous impact made everyone lose their footing.

"They've already opened fire?!"

Bauer jumped up in fright.

"Boss! We can't wait any longer! If we wait any longer, the hangar runway will be blown up!"

Andy looked up, his electronic eyes flashing blue light.

Gamma-9.

Andy made a decision:

"Assemble the team, we're about to board."

Chapter 93 A Series of Unexpected Gains (Revised)

But soon, real problems came to the fore.

"Boss Andy!"

Bauer came running over, sweating profusely, holding a list in his hand, his voice trembling.

"It's overflowing! It's really overflowing!"

"There's too much equipment! Sixth Sister herself takes up an entire plane!"

"There are still 232 people without seats!"

Bauer pointed to a large group of people behind him.

Gamma-9 gritted his teeth, drew his explosive pistol from his waist, and strode toward the crowd.

"I'll go tell them!"

A resolute red light flashed in Gamma-9's single eye.

"For the sake of the Sage's great cause, and to preserve the core data, someone must stay behind to cover the retreat!"

"This is glory! This is the return of the God of Myriad Machines..."

"Get back here!"

Andy grabbed Gamma-9's shoulder, interrupting its impending commissar-like speech.

"Who told you to send them to their deaths?"

Andy's electronic eye coldly swept across the hangar.

"I've spent so many resources on them, not to let them be cannon fodder here!"

"Human resources are also resources, and they are non-renewable resources!"

"But..." Gamma-9 was stunned, "There really are no seats left on the plane!"

"Can't you drive yourself if there are no seats available?!"

Andy pointed to a shadowy corner of the hangar where dozens of vehicles were parked.

There was that modified, heavily armored vehicle with a thick layer of composite armor, as well as dozens of old but still functional armed off-road vehicles and assault motorcycles.

These were all the belongings Andy brought from the bottom of the nest, which he originally planned to discard in the New Bond.

"This……"

Bauer glanced at the vehicles, then at the swirling yellow sand outside and the approaching landship.

"Boss, this is a wasteland! There are those land-based warships weighing tens of thousands of tons outside! If we drive these beat-up cars out here, aren't we just going to our deaths?"

"Staying in the ship is certain death, but escaping offers a 50% chance of survival!"

Andy released Gamma-9 and strode onto the platform.

"Everyone, listen up!"

Andy's voice, amplified by a loudspeaker, drowned out the sounds of gunfire outside.

"Those without seats, all of you, go drive!"

"Those who can drive, be drivers; those who can't, get on the machine gun turret! If there's really no space, just hang it outside the truck bed!"

"Load all the remaining heavy weapons, ammunition, and grenades onto the truck!"

Andy pointed to the heavy vehicle ramp at the far end of the hangar, which was not yet fully open:

We must break through with a powerful force!

"Fight your way out!"

The crowd erupted in cheers!

The soldiers, who had been prepared to face death, had a renewed will to survive rekindled in their eyes.

They don't need any nonsense about sacrificing for the greater good; they just need a chance to survive, even if that chance requires them to risk their lives.

"Hurry up!"

"Hey you! Go warm up the dual engines of the Happy Car!"

"Load the rockets onto the truck! Forget the crates, just throw them up there!"

More than two hundred people sprang into action, and their efficiency was astonishing.

The once lifeless vehicle formation instantly came to life, with the roar of engines rising and falling, converging into a torrent of steel.

"Book."

Andy shoved a large-caliber explosive pistol into the young man's hand; he was Roger's second-in-command.

"You lead the team, ride the happy bus, and be the pioneer."

"Remember, don't linger, don't stop. Once you break through, run north, run for your life!"

Ben looked at the gun in his hand, his whole body trembling with excitement.

"Yes, sir! Boss Andy!"

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Ben gave a crooked military salute, then turned and jumped into the bottom of the happy car.

"boom--!!!"

The Happy Car's twin engines roared, and the twin-mounted heavy logging guns on the roof swung their muzzles, pointing them at the hatch.

"Shuttle formation, take off!"

Andy gave the final command, and the shuttle took off first, flying out of the hatch above.

Followed by.

Clang—

The ramps carrying heavy vehicles slammed heavily onto the sandy wasteland below, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Charge!!!"

With a roar from Ben.

The bottom-dwelling happy car took the lead and rushed out of the belly of the new ship.

Following closely behind were more than a dozen armed off-road vehicles loaded with soldiers and countless roaring motorcycles.

The massive New Bond starship resembled a burning steel mountain, leaning precariously against the earth, billowing black smoke.

On its belly, countless tiny black dots surged out like a flood bursting its banks.

These vehicles had no formation whatsoever; they were simply racing at high speed and in large numbers.

Each vehicle was packed with people, and every soldier was firing at the surrounding area.

The explosions of CBS high-explosive crossbows, the rattling of heavy logging guns, and the whistling of rockets instantly shattered the deathly silence of the wasteland.

On the periphery, the approaching Zais land-based ship was clearly unprepared for this turn of events.

They originally thought it was just a piece of fat meat waiting to be cut up, but who would have thought that a whole convoy of cars would suddenly burst out from inside?

"Boom! Boom!"

Several rockets hit the landship's tracks precisely. Although they failed to shatter the thick metal plates, they did make the behemoth tremble.

Taking advantage of this gap, the convoy slipped into the blind spot of the land-based ship like eels.

They weaved through the gaps in the massive tracks and leaped over craters and ruins.

Andy sat in the No. 1 shuttle, looking through the porthole at the long trail of dust that stretched across the wasteland below.

The tiny vehicles appeared fragile yet tenacious beneath the massive land-based warships.

"Live."

Andy said in a low voice.

The shuttle formation gained altitude and accelerated northward.

……

……

Shuttle No. 1.

The aircraft's internal structure has been completely hollowed out.

Inside the huge cabin, only Xiao Liu's body remained, along with a circle of simple folding chairs around him.

Andy, Zol, Sisyphus, and Roger, who looked pained, were crammed into this small space.

With the hatch closed, the noise from the outside world was shut out.

"Om-!!"

The engine starts, and a strong sense of acceleration washes over you.

The shuttle burst out of the New Bond's hangar and plunged into the desolate wasteland of Zais, where the yellow sand stretched as far as the eye could see.

Roger remained pressed against the porthole, staring intently behind him.

His brothers were there, along with the men he had brought from the Rust Brotherhood.

"Stop looking at it." Andy sat opposite him, checking the data panel in his hand. "They won't be here for a while."

Roger turned around, his eyes bloodshot:

"Andy...can they really fight their way here?"

"Otherwise what?" Andy asked without looking up. "You, as the leader, don't you trust the people you've brought out?"

"But, such a large land-based warship..."

Compared to Roger's torment, Father Zor and Sisyphus were much calmer.

Zor was intently checking whether the latches securing the main body of Xiao Liu were loose. For him, as long as the equipment and technology were still there, nothing else mattered.

Sisyphus was calculating the logistical losses from this escape. Although he felt bad about the supplies he couldn't take with him (mainly excess ammunition and seriously excessive aerospace materials), he was even more grateful that he was still alive.

The shuttle formation flew by at high speed at low altitude.

To avoid the air defense radar of the land-based ships, they flew extremely low, almost brushing against the rubble.

"Correcting course..."

Xiao Liu's voice was directly connected to the shuttle's driving system via a data cable.

"Target coordinates confirmed: 34 degrees north latitude, 112 degrees east longitude."

Distance: 450 kilometers.

Destination: Horisonburg

Andy spelled out the name and it didn't seem quite right.

"Horrison? Horizon?"

This name... doesn't sound like something a modern imperial person would come up with.