Warhammer Survival Guide

Chapter 26 Armed Beggar

"Furthermore," Lilith changed the subject, "the Governor is very interested in your 'new fermentation technology'."

"The production data of the Seventh Grain Depot has seen an unusual surge in the past few hours. This is not normal."

Luo Wei's heart tightened.

However, not a single muscle in his face twitched.

"That's geothermal energy, sir."

Luo Wei had already prepared his explanation.

His tone was sincere and resolute, full of the dryness of a technocrat.

"We unexpectedly discovered an old, abandoned geothermal pipe while cleaning the basement."

"With Father Alpha's assistance, we successfully restarted it."

"Using geothermal steam to heat the fermentation tanks. This is 'archaeological technology recovery' that is entirely in line with the doctrines of Mechanics."

"Geothermal?" Lilith raised an eyebrow. "At this depth?"

"The geological structure of Plenty II is very complex," Lowe immediately added. "It's an ancient STC remnant facility, and I can't explain all the principles behind it. I can only praise the blessings of Ohm Messiah."

In this universe.

By simply attributing all inexplicable technical problems to "the old STC" or "machine soul," one can usually get away with it.

Because most people.

Even nobles and warriors were in a state of ignorance regarding technology.

"Whatever it is," Lilith said slowly, "as long as it produces food and not heresy, the governor won't investigate further. But I must remind you, advisor."

She leaned closer to the camera, her voice low.

"A technology recovery team from the Martian Cult is on its way."

"If they find out that you've mixed something you shouldn't have into the 'geothermal'... even the governor won't be able to protect you."

Lo Wei's fingers tightened slightly under the table.

"I understand," he replied calmly. "Here, there is only loyal food and pure steam."

"very good."

Lilith straightened up, reverting to her usual businesslike indifference.

"Based on the intelligence you provided and the current production levels, the Governor has decided to grant the Seventh Grain Depot a special supply."

"A batch of medical supplies and high-energy batteries will be airdropped to your E4 area in three hours."

"But, consultant."

"The other grain silos have lost contact. The transport planes cannot land safely, so we have to drop the grain from the air."

"This means that not only will you see the airdrop crate, but you will see everything around it."

"This is bait, isn't it?" Luo Wei understood instantly.

"This is a supply, and also a trial," Lilith corrected. "If you can get it, it's yours. If you can't... then it means you don't need it."

Communication was cut off.

The holographic projection disappeared, and the room fell into darkness again.

Luo Wei leaned back in his chair and exhaled a breath of stale air.

Geothermal energy is a lame lie.

All it takes is for someone from the mechanical engineering school to come down with a professional bird divination device and take a quick look.

A unique radiation reading would immediately send Rowe to the stake.

Time is running out.

He had to wait until the technology recovery team arrived.

Either completely "whitewash" that device.

He either had to make himself indispensable so that even the Cult of Mechanics wouldn't dare to touch him easily.

Right now, his first challenge is dealing with the airdrop crates that are about to fall.

Supplies could save his life, or they could kill him.

Luo Wei stood up and walked to the window.

The rain outside is getting heavier.

Acidic rainwater washed over the glass, leaving streaks of dirt like tear stains.

In the dark ruins in the distance, some green will-o'-the-wisps could be faintly seen flickering.

They are gathering.

They are hungry too.

"Buck."

Lowe pressed the communicator, his voice regaining its calm and cold tone.

"Tell the workers to eat quickly. Once they're done, put down your spoons and pick up your guns."

"We're going to steal some things."

"For the sake of green soup."

"To survive."

……

Rain pattered against the discarded metal plates surrounding the Seventh Grain Depot.

An arrhythmic, irritating ringing sound rang out.

This is a rain with a sour, rotten smell.

It was a mixture of industrial exhaust fumes emitted from the upper-level nests and a more toxic moisture.

Rainwater slid down Lowe's black raincoat.

The mud at his feet gathered into a murky stream, reflecting the sickly purplish-red clouds in the sky.

Lo Wei raised his wrist and glanced at the mechanical watch.

There are 45 minutes left until the airdrop time promised by Lilith.

Instead of waiting in the warm office, he went to the front line of defense.

The moat, which was previously scorched by fire and is now soaked by rain into a swamp.

Behind him was the "Seventh Reclamation Regiment," fully prepared for departure.

They were less like an army and more like a group of armed beggars.

They were wearing various makeshift protective gear:

Some had sheet metal strapped to their chests, some wore miners' helmets, and the weapons they carried were all sorts of things.

From rusted laser guns to sharpened steel pipes, they have it all.

However, their mental state made Lovi feel a subtle unease.

Despite the icy cold of the rain.

Although everyone knew what it meant to go and loot supplies.

But surprisingly, there was little sense of fear in this group of several thousand people.

On the contrary, many people wore an almost dreamlike smile.

That's because of the "specially supplied green soup".

Even though Loewe ordered that 30% of the soup be made with sawdust and chaff, the soul-stirring "abundance" still worked.

The rough sawdust cut their throats, causing pain.

However, pain has become a kind of seasoning.

Let them cherish the warmth spreading in their stomachs even more.

"consultant."

Buck walked over.

He gripped the explosive pistol tightly in his hand. "The team is assembled. Would you like to say a few words?"

Rowe turned his head to observe the one-eyed commander.

Buck also drank the soup.

This man tried his best to maintain the solemnity of a soldier.

However, his prosthetic eye moved more slowly than usual, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

It was as if they hadn't just been preparing for battle.

Instead, they participated in a harvest celebration.

The alarm bells in Luo Wei's mind rang even louder.

This "sense of happiness" is a deadly anesthetic.

On the battlefield, fear can cause an adrenaline rush and keep people alert to danger.

A sense of happiness, on the other hand, only makes people less responsive when faced with bullets.

"No speech is needed."

"Love said coldly, his voice piercing through the rain," Luo Wei said.

"Tell them that if they don't get the batteries and medicine back, there won't be any sawdust in the soup tomorrow. Because there won't even be any soup left. We'll starve to death in the warehouses full of food."

Survival is the most straightforward call to action.

Buck paused for a moment, then the dazed look in his eyes faded somewhat.

"Understood!" he roared, turning around. "Did you all hear that? Get your act together if you don't want to starve! Check the safety harness, check your masks!"