Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The continuous pressure of twelve Gs caused tiny tears to appear on the surface of his liver or spleen.

Blood flowed backward down the esophagus and spilled from the corner of the mouth.

White Tiger Armored Death Soldier Fifteen stood beside him.

Olavi's chapped lips were cracking, and he asked a question in an almost inaudible voice.

"Was my name really remembered?"

A15 replied: "Vasco de Olavi. Sergeant Major. Number TF-3-0077. Born in Sector D, under Hive City No. 3. Served for eleven years."

Olavi smiled.

The corners of his mouth tugged at the dry, cracked scabs, drawing dark lines across his face.

Then his heart stopped.

The vital signs sensor emitted a short beep.

Jia Fifteen extended his power armor finger and turned off the buzzer.

The engine compartment returned to silence.

Only the low-frequency vibrations of the plasma engine were transmitted through the bulkhead, like the beating of a giant heart.

The forty-seventh hour.

All six plasma engines simultaneously cut off their fuel supply.

The acceleration drops abruptly from twelve G to zero within three seconds.

The six spaceships went from a fiery hell to a graveyard.

The residual heat from the engine slowly dissipated on the bulkhead, making a clattering sound as the metal contracted.

The White Tiger Armor assassin stood up from the acceleration seat.

Their first task was to systematically clean the compartments.

The swarm intelligence system records the location number of each body, ensuring a one-to-one correspondence with the previously stored name and facial features.

Then, all non-essential systems were shut down.

Lights, heating, artificial gravity, communication arrays—one by one, they were cut off.

Six silent spaceships glided toward the agricultural world at 42% of the speed of light.

The engine shut down, the electromagnetic radiation went out, and the heat signal went out.

In the vast void, on the sensor screen of the orbital monitoring station of Planet One, they looked no different from six space rocks.

On the same day. On the surface of Nest City World.

The sounds of flames and steel never ceased.

On the desolate battlefields surrounding the three hive cities, four million greenskins are entrenched on the scorched earth.

Lawson's warships plowed and crushed the ancient giants and hundreds of thousands of greenskin vanguards, but the main force, the large and small tribes scattered across the vast wilderness between the three hive cities, remained.

Thirty-one kilometers southeast of the No. 1 nest city is the "Anvil-7" position.

This position was built on an industrial wasteland.

PDF engineers used the wreckage to build three lines of defense: the first was an anti-tank trench with barbed wire; the second was a firing position made of smelting furnace shells; and the third was a semi-underground bunker converted from the factory foundation.

Garrison strength: one reinforced company of PDF, approximately 300 men.

The commander is a suicide squad leader, number 114.

Five minutes before the battle, Unit 114 received a warning from the swarm's intelligence system: approximately four kilometers to the southeast, the ground vibration frequency matched the movement pattern of a large-scale Greenskin swarm. The estimated number was between eight thousand and ten thousand, and their direction of movement was directly towards Anvil-7.

Number 114 was standing behind a firing position on the second line of defense.

He was holding a heavy explosive gun in his hand.

PDF soldiers on both sides of the position are inspecting their weapons.

Number 114 shared the early warning information using swarm intelligence.

Three hundred PDF soldiers completed combat preparations within thirty seconds: loading ammunition, clearing firing windows, and getting replacements in place.

This speed of response would have been impossible two weeks ago.

Two weeks ago, a PDF-enhanced company needed at least five minutes to get into combat mode after receiving a warning.

Swarm intelligence eliminates this chain.

Number 114 is the company commander, battalion commander, regimental commander, and command post.

His brain is directly connected to the battlefield data network across the entire domain.

The first green trains appeared on the horizon.

The orcs charged in the same way they did 20,000 years ago: a pile of green flesh mixed with scrap metal and engine roar, advancing straight toward their target.

In the front row were orc boys on foot, wielding crude machetes and death guns made of welded steel pipes, running while letting out ear-piercing Waaagh battle cries.

Following behind were several modified armored vehicles, or more precisely, vehicles made by welding steel plates onto truck chassis with welding torches and then mounting a large-caliber automatic cannon on the roof.

More than 8,000 green-skinned soldiers formed a front line about 400 meters wide for the charge.

Against the gray-white background of the wilderness, this green line looks like a blunt knife being unfurled.

In Number 114's eyes, swarm intelligence is overlaying calculation layers in real time.

The density distribution of the red dots was analyzed, and the densest position of the charging formation was about eighty meters to the left of the front. There was a chariot acting as the gathering core in the orcs, and the surrounding orcs subconsciously moved closer to it.

The firing order was issued starting from number 114.

"Position 3, fire in 20 seconds. Aim azimuth 215, distance 1200. Position 4, fire in 20 seconds. Aim azimuth 218, distance 1100. Mortar team in position 7, fire two high-explosive shells in 21 seconds. Aim azimuth 216, distance 1100, correct for wind drift."

The countdown is over.

The entire position unleashed a barrage of firepower in the same second.

The laser gun beams and the tracer rounds of the explosive bombs intertwined in the air, forming a net that precisely covered the densest area of ​​the orcish charge formation.

The mortar shell exploded in the center of the crowd, and the blast wave threw fragments and severed limbs in all directions.

The chariot turned into a giant fireball.

The first volley landed the moment the orcish charge formation was at its densest.

The orcs' reaction was exactly as expected. The first wave was stunned for three seconds, and then the rest charged forward at an even more frantic speed.

In the forty-seventh minute, the last standing orc had its spine severed by Number 114 with a chainsaw sword.

Its body split in two and fell to the left and right.

The battlefield fell silent.

The smoke dissipated in the wind.

The wasteland in front of the position was covered with green corpses, stretching from the trench all the way to the horizon 800 meters away.

The corpses were interspersed with the burning wreckage of tanks, and columns of black smoke shot straight into the sky.

Number 114 stood at the edge of the trench and turned off the motor of the chainsaw sword.

Swarm Intelligence's battle results: Approximately 6,100 orcs were killed, while 31 of our own troops were killed.

Lawson received the battle report deep within the swarm network.

He noticed a piece of data.

The total life point gain from 6,100 orcs was approximately 12% higher than expected.

The swarm intelligence quickly retrieved and cross-analyzed the Waaagh energy field intensity records from the battlefield. The larger the scale of the battle, the stronger the orcs' Waaagh energy field.

The higher the field strength, the more recyclable energy a single orc contains.

This is a scale-plus effect.

In other words, large-scale annihilation warfare is far more profitable than small-scale attrition warfare.

Inside the three nest cities.

The crackdown has entered its third day.

The old power structure of the three hive cities has been shattered into pieces.

The governor, the Nest City Council, noble families, the three major guilds, the management of the Middle Nest, and the foremen of the Lower Nest were systematically dismantled.

Lawson's brilliance lies in the fact that he did not demolish the pyramid.

He replaced the bricks inside.

More than 60% of the nobles and officials died.

Of the 40% who survived, those were deemed "controllable" or "temporarily useful" by the swarm intelligence mechanism.

The group consisted of senior union engineers with specific technical knowledge, middle-nest leaders with extensive connections at the grassroots level who could maintain order, and a few clever enough minor nobles who voluntarily relinquished power to save their lives before Lawson could act.

These people are allowed to retain their positions.

However, each person was accompanied by one or two non-combatant assassins as their second-in-commands.

The swarm intelligence approach breaks down the entire administrative structure of the three city-states into approximately 470,000 management nodes.

From the director of the No. 1 Nest City Water Purification Plant to the station manager of the No. 7 sector garbage recycling station in Zone D of the No. 3 Nest City.

Categorize by priority:

There are approximately three thousand red nodes. These include all energy facilities, water purification systems, communication hubs, armories, and major food distribution stations. Each node is commanded by at least two of the most experienced non-combat suicide soldiers.

Orange nodes, approximately 12,000. These are the main factories, transportation hubs, and densely populated areas of Zhongchao, serving as order maintenance stations. Control will be achieved within 72 hours.

Yellow nodes, approximately 80,000. Most administrative units below the nest. Infiltration within a week.

The remaining 300,000+ nodes will remain inactive for the time being.

Twenty thousand non-combatant suicide soldiers cannot cover this many people.

But 20,000 people are enough to keep it running.

the reason is simple.

Among the 470,000 nodes, there is only one core bottleneck that the traditional imperial bureaucratic system could not solve: information transmission.