Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

"This work is obviously not tiring at all, but I feel so weak..."

"I think you eat too much! You have a weak body. If you don't suffer a little, you won't know what a good life is."

"Haha, that's true. It's not unreasonable. I feel uncomfortable when I'm idle."

Two men in red overalls were exchanging their feelings about working in the factory. They walked along the passage surrounded by the wall, followed the instructions of the radio and the soldiers and entered a building.

"You have specific information on your sleeves. Find a classroom based on the information and go to class."

Attend class? Going to class again? These people really like to let people stay in the room and study.

Listening to the sound of the radio, Sam looked at his cuffs. There was indeed a series of numbers on it. There were letters in front of the numbers, making the numbers symbolize different meanings.

Seat in the th classroom on the th floor.

Sam spent some time looking for the elevator. He began to understand why people who had passed the common sense test could become workers. There was nothing but various signs along the way. He found this place purely by relying on his study and memory of the signs.

So what happens to those who are not found?

Sam was a little curious. After all, passing the exam was one thing, but whether he could retain the knowledge after the exam was another thing.

But his doubts were soon resolved, as a scream came from outside the door.

An armed servo skull floated in. This skull was equipped with a huge mechanical arm and a telescopic injection device.

A lost guy was struggling in the mechanical arm. He shouted that he just didn't understand the meaning for a moment and didn't mean to wander around the building.

The Servo Skull didn't pay attention to these words. He just fulfilled his duty and sent the lost ones back to where they belonged, punishing them along the way.

"Oh! Ah! Stop hitting me, please!"

The lost person was thrown to the ground by the servo skull, and then he was fixed by the mechanical arm and punished. The strength of the metal mechanical arm cannot be touched by the physical body. The bones in the unfortunate guy's body were broken every inch after being beaten. The various teeth-breaking crunching sounds reminded Sam of the time when he was surrounded by soldiers and beaten.

The telescopic needle of the servo skull was aimed at the unlucky guy's butt, and it was pierced in ruthlessly.

There was another wail, but the injection allowed the groaning unfortunate to stand up. He looked at the servo skull in fear and quickly ran to the free seat and sat down.

The Servo Skull finally went out, and the next time he opened the door was a sturdy old man in a red robe.

There are some marks on the corners of the red robe caused by excessive wear, and there is a gear hanging on the chest of the sturdy old man, with a skull carved in the middle.

As soon as Sam saw the attire, he knew that these were craftsmen from the original planet, now known as the Mechanicum monks.

The sturdy old man's footsteps were heavy and made a muffled sound on the ground. He took off his hood with his thick arms, took out a book from the chained box and placed it on the table.

"I'm too lazy to say too much. You study hard."

The sturdy old man shouted in a muffled voice, and then explained to everyone on the screen how to activate the mechanical structure production through button pull rods under special circumstances in the factory when all the robotic arms were shut down.

This made Sam a little confused, but the sturdy old man would not explain to everyone what a special situation was. He just warned them to pay attention to the broadcast. If the broadcast sounds that the energy output rate is about to be adjusted to 80%, you should put down all the work at hand and work hard. Use all your strength to run outside the factory, otherwise you will be dead.

This class was said to be learning, but Sam felt it was more like a theoretical consolidation. The repetitive work he did on the assembly line just now was just to practice his skills in case the robotic arm stops in the future.

The courses ranged from teaching the basic maintenance of the robotic arm to the details of combat in the factory. When Sam heard that they might have to cooperate with soldiers in combat in the factory, he felt that his work clothes became more and more hot to the touch.

He just came here to make a living, who would have thought that he would have to fight? Are they so short of soldiers now? Where are the people from the Knight Army?

The class lasted two hours and ended with a break and water break.

Servo Skull floated in as the bell rang, and he herded the crowd outside. The crowd shuttled among the facilities and buildings, following the servo skull to an open place where people could kill.

There are bunkers and trenches all over here, and there are many soldiers watching Sam and his party from the distant platform.

The polished and maintained weapons shone coldly in the light, and the chariots like giant beasts were arranged neatly. Sam felt like cannon fodder stepping into the battlefield, and his throat felt tight.

"You will be handed over to us next! I will make you miss the leisure days just now!" A bald sergeant shouted fiercely, and the pointer in his hand made a fierce sound.

Everyone was taken away by the soldiers timidly, and then they threw themselves into the heated military training. Four hours of high-intensity training made Sam miserable. He felt that all the muscles in his body were moaning in pain, but the soldiers who trained them showed no sign of fatigue.

Are these guys monsters? How can you be so energetic?

"Move your butt! I still have a lot of new recruits like you to train!"

The soldiers urged Sam, who was a big man, to get out quickly, and then they trotted along and pulled a new group of workers to train.

Sam's team was arranged neatly. Although the steps were still scattered, at least their people were able to form a square, instead of the star-filled formation when they first arrived.

Their phalanx walked with heavy and tired steps under a huge board with a map carved on it. Judging from their location, they were already at the edge of this huge factory area.

From the industrial area to the school area and finally to the military training area, Sam realized that he had walked around such a large site.

More servo skulls are fluttering at the door. Special scanners are installed in their eye sockets to determine whether they have completed their work, study, and training seriously by monitoring the biological status of the human body.

"Number:, this is what you get today." The mouth of the servo skull opened and closed and spit out a two-pound meat ticket.

Sam quickly took the meat ticket, thinking about how much two pounds of meat tickets could bring him. Of course, a delicious dinner can be completed, and the remaining one and a half pounds of meat may be used to exchange some needlework with others to repair the off-white clothes of his wide robe and long sleeves.