Chapter 39 Supply Line, Lifeline

The war was still going on. During that time, Alanbair was attacked by a large number of orcs on the platform, but they were not the tribe of the one-eyed orcs, but other guys with clear flags.

The huge waaagh echoed at the south gate. Such a situation appeared on all the major defense platforms in Kalu City. The cruel and terrible meat grinder kept running, and the huge arsenal of the Star Army burst out colorful light and power.

The greenskins on the ground turned into thick juice and fragments. There were only a few killing cans. The armored boys or the older bosses could survive, but so what?

The heavy bombs roared, and they quickly became meat paste. I wonder if the defense of Kalu City has dozens of bombs!

Even if the battle situation seems to be a one-sided massacre.

But Alanbair could easily guess what the one-eyed one was doing. He was using the information about the difficulty of the human supply line to instigate the orcs to attack Kalu City and act as a peacemaker in the conflicts between the major tribes.

With the power and wisdom of the one-eyed man, he would do so, but in reality, such a plan is simply disgusting, killing people with borrowed knives and accumulating strength.

When the heavy bombs spewing thick smoke stopped, the shooting of the four bombs smashed the greenskins on the ground into meat paste, and many killing cans were also smashed, but the ammunition was not optimistic.

"Kailan, how many bombs are there?"

Kailan patted the body, the grenade gun stretched out the magazine, and the ammunition chain fell to the ground, clattering, and no round was not fired.

Kailan shook his head. "Another ammunition chain is used up..."

"Boss, there are only 400 rounds left, and they are used up."

Alan Baier's heart was cold. If the greenskins from other tribes come again, can they go to the east and fight the enemy in close combat?

Two months have passed since the Orcs began the orbital blockade. For some reason, the Orc tribe has become more active. The supplies of heavy bombs, plasma fluid, and other things are becoming less and less. Even canned food and synthetic food have been replaced with food like steamed buns that the locals eat.

The logging guns that can be produced locally in Kalu City can provide enough ammunition. After two months of war, the situation of one less heavy bomb per shot has not improved at all.

Alan Baier leaned against the wall. Ammunition is his lifeline. He is too tired. The greenskins know that the Astra Militarum has no supplies and the attacks are continuous. This is the third wave. Tomorrow's third wave, those beastmen are simply endless.

He broke off a piece of dried red starch food. It was something to replace the starch block, and it also represented how successful the Orcs' actions were.

While resting, the door of their platform was suddenly knocked.

Dong Dong Dong

John Han Xuan. "Who?"

The wrong answer. "Gant, the platoon leader of the third platoon of the second company of the Skadi Third Infantry Regiment, requests to integrate supplies."

Alan Baier was thinking in his head, as if it was the platoon on the next platform. "If you don't have supplies, get out. If you don't have guns, go and fight the orcs with bayonets!"

He was not polite at all. After all, his platoon was his family, so why would he let his people starve?

The third platoon leader shouted. "Good temper! What if he said he could provide us with explosive bombs and ammunition?"

Alan Baier became interested, and he went to open the door himself. Outside the metal door, the guy with a beard and red skin looked very mismatched.

Looking at the rank on his shoulder, Lieutenant, Alan Baier should call him a commander, but Alan Baier was in a hell gun, armor, but on the other side was an ordinary bulletproof armor and a flashlight, making it difficult to tell who was the commander.

The third platoon leader Gant said. "You are worthy of the legendary fourth platoon leader, and you really live up to your reputation."

Alan Baier said directly. "Stop talking nonsense and tell him where the ammunition comes from?" He was oppressed by the war and pressure. I would not be in a good mood if I ran out of ammunition and food, let alone the guy who didn't know what to say.

Gant was not angry. "Black market, he wants to get some there, but it's not worth the money. He wants to ask if we have that stuff?"

That stuff is the jargon in the army. Generally speaking, it refers to Amset wine. In the empire, the wine brewed with food is very popular in various places.

Alan Baier also calmed down. "Black market stuff is unreliable, but he has no choice..."

"Does anyone in the army have that stuff?"

Everyone hesitated. After months of fighting and pressure, those things had been swallowed up long ago. Why keep them?

John stood up and took out a bottle that was pretty good...

"Boss, maybe he won it by playing cards in the tavern..."

Alan Baier said. "I'm sure you're a bit useful..." But he was thinking about how his adjutant had so much time to play cards. He had to find a way to put some pressure on him and let him learn how to lead troops.

In general, he couldn't be allowed to slack off.

But Alan Baier didn't know that John was not playing cards. He was already familiar with the black market people. He often gave them things from the army in exchange for a large amount of civilian supplies for his own people.

He didn't know where he got his social skills from, which made the gangs there very useful. With the background of the Star Army, he was even famous. He knew very well that there would be no high-tech things like explosive bombs and ammunition in the so-called black market.

He thought that maybe the third platoon leader was deceived. As the adjutant of the boss, he also began to think of ways. The packaging standard of the wine was the family emblem of the largest gang there, so that people outside their system could use it. This bottle of wine could give those black market people something to seduce and tell them that the Star Army was not all fools.

After the third platoon leader left, Alan Bayer was told about the situation by John. Alan Bayer felt that John was not a talented person and should be put to good use...

One day later, the third platoon leader came back with a grimace. Sure enough, he didn't get the ammunition. There was a lot of food and logging rifle ammunition compensated by the gang. But what they lacked was not that, but something that could break armor. ah!

Alan Bair patted the shoulders of the three platoon leaders. "Brother, it's okay. The God Emperor bless them. They will definitely make it east."

"He had anticipated that situation, otherwise why would he have given me that bottle of wine?"

Third platoon leader Gant nodded heavily. "No... I'm really good, Fourth Platoon Commander. I didn't expect the local residents to be familiar with me. If they don't deny me, they will shoot with fake explosive bombs. The machine spirit will be displeased, and everyone will be killed!" "

"So I saved them, and I will also dispatch their third platoon of soldiers."

It doesn't matter if Alan Bayer is wrong about that, as long as he is not deceived...

After sending away the people of the third platoon, the real difficulties were still there. They could not support a large-scale greenskin attack in the East...

But soon, the brown-haired Dongshi pointed at Han Xuan in the sky. "Boss! Boss! Pepper...pepper!"

Alan Beyer walked over. "What about pepper? I want to eat later..." He raised his head and looked at the small black dots all over the sky, scattered like pepper. A huge cruiser was scattered outside the atmosphere like a pepper pot.

If you look carefully, you will see that it is not a little smaller, but it is a transport ship worth several hundred!