Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The first batch of reinforcements were "pulled out" from the static force field.

Using Jiaqi as the anchor point, three hundred platoon-level suicide soldiers appeared in the depression on the northern coast of the agricultural world.

Three hundred people quickly formed groups in the depression.

There are thirty teams, each with ten members and one team leader.

Jiaqi issued the command.

"Groups A, B, and C, each with eighty people. Their targets are the North-5, North-6, and North-7 processing plants, respectively. Group D, with sixty people, will remain at the anchor point."

The operation was carried out at night.

North-7 relay station.

A 30-meter-high iron tower stands on wasteland about 12 kilometers east of the processing plant.

The base of the tower is a small courtyard enclosed by a low wall, and inside the courtyard is a simple metal prefabricated house, which serves as the control room.

Next to it was a diesel generator, with water droplets hanging from its exhaust pipe.

A rusty transport truck was parked outside the yard, its tires underinflated and its body tilted to one side.

The windows of the control room let in a dim, yellowish light.

A technician is dozing off at his workbench.

Several tools and a half-eaten ration of dried seaweed cakes were scattered on the worktable.

Another technician was conducting a routine inspection in the yard.

He carried a flashlight, the beam of which moved between the generator and the transformer box.

Check the generator oil level, the fuses in the transformer box, and the grounding connector at the bottom of the tower.

This has been repeated twice a day for the past two years.

He could do it with his eyes closed.

He was squatting in front of the transformer box, tightening a loose bolt with a wrench.

The flashlight was placed on the ground, its beam pointing towards the wall, casting a short, stubby shadow behind him.

A second shadow appeared beside him.

Before he could turn his head, a hand covered his mouth and nose.

With his other hand, he precisely positioned himself at the junction of the back of his head and the first cervical vertebra, applying force and rotating him.

The sound of the cervical vertebra breaking was very faint. Even fainter than the sound of him tightening the bolts.

His body lost its tension and he was silently laid down next to the transformer box.

The beam of the flashlight shone on his face, which had already stopped moving.

The assassin released his grip, picked up the wrench from the ground, and tightened the bolt one last half turn.

Then he picked up the flashlight and turned it off.

Control room.

The dozing technician didn't hear anything.

The window was opened from the outside.

A suicide bomber rolled into the room, and the technician died in his sleep.

Swarm intelligence has been integrated into the system.

The relay station's communication protocol is the Imperial Standard encrypted frequency band, with an encryption level of civilian use.

Swarm intelligence cracked the key in about seven seconds.

This speed is considered slow, mainly because the hardware is outdated and the data transmission rate is too low.

Once connected, swarm intelligence gains complete control over all communication traffic passing through this node.

It can be monitored, blocked, and forged.

Three relay stations were taken over within the same hour.

All communications between the northern coastal region and the outside world, including routine reports to the southern continental starports, communication channels with the warlord forces of Planet One, and internal scheduling between processing plants, are under the control of the swarm mind.

Planet One will not detect anything unusual.

The relay station continues to send its routine status heartbeat signal as usual.

If the command center on the southern continent calls North-7, the swarm intelligence will synthesize a response using a pre-recorded technician voiceprint template.

Jiaqi received the confirmation signal.

"Communication node under control. Begin Phase Two."

Northern-5 Processing Plant. The same night.

Group A, consisting of eighty assassins, infiltrated in three separate groups.

The entire factory was transferred to a new control within twenty minutes.

Seven guards were killed in the process; these seven men attempted to take up arms after being awakened.

The remaining twenty-three guards and six human technicians chose to kneel and surrender under gunfire.

They were held together in the factory canteen, their hands tied behind their backs with zip ties and their mouths stuffed with strips of cloth.

Swarm Intelligence arranged for two bodyguards to stand guard at the entrance of the cafeteria.

The capture of the North-6 and North-5 processing plants was almost a copy-paste of the same process.

The only difference was at Factory No. 6, where the guard captain was a daring one. After being woken up, he immediately rolled off the bed, grabbed a shotgun, and fired a shot at the door.

The shotgun shells struck the door frame, and the lead bullets bounced off the metal, splattering debris all over the assassin at the door.

The assassin's armor didn't even leave a trace.

The assassin raised his explosive pistol and fired a shot under the bed.

The .75 caliber mass-produced reactive warhead detonated inside the guard captain's chest cavity. The bed and the people underneath were blown to pieces.

The gunshot echoed through the dormitory area for a few seconds.

The remaining guards heard the silence that followed the explosion, and then the sound of even footsteps approaching from both ends of the corridor.

No one resisted anymore.

A total of eleven guards were killed in the three factories.

All the rest are under control.

Its daybreak.

The labor camp of North-5 Factory was located about three kilometers southeast of the factory.

The camp was a simple shed built of prefabricated panels, with rows of them neatly arranged, like an enlarged version of a military camp.

Twenty people live in each shed.

The workers were awakened by a whistle at 5:30 a.m.

This is their daily wake-up time, without fail for two years.

They put on their dirty work clothes, lined up to receive their breakfast rations—a seaweed biscuit and half a cup of warm water mixed with nutritional powder—and then headed to the factory.

At the camp gate, they saw new faces.

The guard in the guard post has been replaced.

The newcomers are taller, stronger, and have fewer expressions.

A middle-aged man who looked like a foreman walked up to the guard post and tentatively asked, "Did you guys get transferred?"

The assassin in the guard post glanced at him.

"Shift change. Go in and get to work."

The foreman nodded and led the team toward the factory.

After walking a few steps, he turned back and glanced at the guard post again.

The new "guard" had already turned away.

The foreman noticed a raised line under his uniform on his back, running from his neck to his waist. It wasn't his spine; it was too thick.

That looks more like...muscle? Or something else?

The foreman looked away, lowered his head, and quickened his pace.

On this planet, curiosity is not a quality worth cultivating.

The factory is operating as usual.

The two production lines were restarted, and under the guidance of swarm intelligence, the machine servants' operating efficiency increased by about 15% compared to before, because swarm intelligence optimized the operating rhythm of the conveyor belts and the temperature curve of the drying tower.

Now, the produced seaweed blocks are no longer piled up in warehouses waiting for transport ships.

They were sent to a newly established "packaging area".

The packaging area is located in an empty warehouse on the north side of the factory.

There were six bodyguards guarding the entrance to the warehouse.

Inside the warehouse, twelve assassins were packing seaweed blocks into standard-sized compressed bags at an assembly-line speed. Each bag was about one cubic meter and weighed about 800 kilograms.

The packaged seaweed blocks were neatly stacked on the floor of the warehouse.

Every two seconds, three seaweed bags disappear.

In the next two seconds, three new bags were placed in the three new empty slots.

Disappear. Put on. Disappear. Put on.

Access to the armory space is almost instantaneous.

In a requisitioned food warehouse in the first hive of the world where Lawson resides, three seaweed bags appeared out of thin air on the floor.

Five non-combatant suicide soldiers immediately loaded them onto a cart and pushed it towards the warehouse exit. As soon as the cart was emptied, another three appeared.

Approximately 72 tons per minute.