Warhammer: Starting with Industrial Revolution

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

Under the full supervision of Duowan Miqiong, the first batch of golden-age crops on the purified land outside Chaodu has yielded a bumper harvest.

The yield was astonishingly high, more than five times that of ordinary crops in the empire.

Luo Ning finally made up for the food shortage in Chaodu.

Just a month ago, he was almost out of ammunition and supplies.

As Gawain had predicted, the sector's food supply became extremely unstable after the Greenskin invasion.

Planets like Vatos VII, which have just made great contributions, can barely get a small quota; I heard that several barren planets on the edge of the sector have already seen several rebellions due to famine.

Even so, food supplies in the city of Nest remained extremely tight. Fortunately, with the cooperation of Milleyin, Ronin was able to purchase sufficient food at low prices, which ensured that the morale of the people in Nest remained high.

Luo Ning sometimes couldn't help but complain. Although food is the most important thing for people, he could sometimes understand why the empire didn't treat everyone as human beings in the past.

At least that way, their food consumption would indeed be much lower.

However, he also knew that if he had actually done that, he would probably have died long ago.

When the agricultural crisis was temporarily relieved, the tank factory on the outskirts of the city was finally completed and officially entered the mass production stage.

As the first Leman Rustank painted in Imperial Grey slowly rolled off the production line amidst cheers from the workers, Ronin stood on the platform and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

The official rollout of this tank signifies that the old tank that had been sitting in the Nest City military camp for over a decade, only used for show, was finally no longer the strongest firepower on their planet.

Of course, in building the factory, Luo Ning still subtly crossed the empire's red line.

He secretly had Viktor optimize the production line with Golden Age technology. Now, when the tank factory is running at full capacity, it can produce three tanks at the same time, far exceeding the sector's approval standards.

Recalling the time when he negotiated the price with Commander Mason and promised to hand over a quarter of the production each year, Ronin couldn't help but smile secretly.

I will naturally hand over the Leman Rustanks I promised you. As for the extra Petrified Lizard self-propelled artillery, Chimera troop carriers, and Hydra anti-aircraft tanks I produced, those are none of your sector's business.

As Ronin thought about it, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself, but Victor and Father Moraes had already walked up beside him.

The two were almost vying for the same spot, performing their respective sect's rituals together.

With holy oil in his hand, Victor drew a gear emblem on the tank's cannon barrel, whispering a prayer to soothe the machine's soul. The red light of his optical prosthetic eye flickered slightly, confirming the operational status of each component.

Bishop Moraes then raised the imperial icon to bless the chariot, praying for the divine emperor's protection so that it could be invincible on the battlefield.

Now they both have enough people under their command, but when it comes to Luo Ning's affairs, they still prefer to do things themselves.

Luo Ning felt gratified as he watched this scene.

Although the production of special ores in Vatos VII is almost zero, the caravans of Milley have completely made up for the current shortfall.

Although it cannot be imported in large quantities, the profit margin of light industrial products is simply too low to support large-scale raw material transportation.

But at least it's enough for inexperienced workers to gradually get the hang of it and get used to the production line.

This is much better than he had expected.

He glanced down at the resource inventory on the terminal, then issued an order to the factory:

All three production lines were put into operation simultaneously, with priority given to the production of the petrified lizard self-propelled artillery.

This decision was by no means a spur-of-the-moment decision; the fighting on the edge of the sector was becoming increasingly fierce.

What was initially thought to be a small-scale green-skinned WAAAGH! has unexpectedly escalated over four months, showing no signs of abating and instead intensifying, spreading to three star systems.

Although the war has not yet reached Vatos VII, Ronin must make preparations in advance.

Without sufficient heavy firepower, no matter how many infantrymen there are, they cannot stop the overwhelming green tide.

Meanwhile, the military factory at the Dome Base is now operating extremely smoothly.

Under Viktor's careful guidance, the workers have been completely transformed.

They were very efficient in assembling the new weapons.

The defense forces stationed at the dome base have all been equipped with the new weapons produced here, and the production line is still producing them continuously.

Ronin plans to completely upgrade the equipment of the entire Nest City Defense Force within the next year.

Let's return to the military camp in Chaodu.

Under the rigorous training of the veteran Astragalus soldiers hired by Garland and Rhonin at high prices, the 100,000 new recruits recruited later have transformed into well-trained warriors.

The veterans were strict to the point of being picky, but the soldiers never complained.

The ongoing war in the sector is their greatest motivation.

Luo Ning would send the latest battle reports he received to Garan every day so that he could share them with every soldier.

Looking at the ruins trampled flat by the green-skinned barbarians, and listening to the wails of the survivors, no one dared to slacken their efforts.

Standing on the reviewing stand, Luo Ning looked at the soldiers lined up neatly below and shouted loudly:

"Warriors! This planet is your home! Here are your loved ones, your children, your parents, and everything you cherish!"

"War has already broken out in the sector. Those green beasts are destroying our homes and slaughtering our people! They will come here sooner or later!"

"And when they arrive, how do you plan to face them?"

"Should we, like other planets, be utterly powerless and beg for reinforcements from the star sector?"

"There are no more reinforcements! The sector is already overwhelmed with tasks and has no time to care about our impoverished, marginal planet! We can only rely on ourselves!"

"The Governor's Office has done everything it can for you: we've brought in the best instructors, equipped you with the best gear, and even used the merit of sealing the ruins to obtain our own tank factory!"

"In the near future, we will possess tanks and self-propelled artillery; we will have the strongest ground combat force in the entire sector! We will make any enemy who dares to invade pay a bloody price!"

"Now, what you need to do is train like crazy! Then, tear every beast that dares to set foot on our home to shreds!"

After a brief silence, the soldiers roared deafeningly:

"For our homeland! For the Emperor!"

Their voices echoed throughout the entire city, and the soldiers brandished their weapons, their eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.

Unbeknownst to anyone, several battered and wrecked space pirate warships were teetering into their star system from deep space in the orbit of the hive city.

On the hull of the warship, countless green spores, like deadly dandelions, silently fell upon this planet yet to be touched by war.

The peaceful days are almost over.