Esky said seriously.

"You mean the oil tank?"

Ikrit put a grape into his mouth and shook his fingers.

"It can't be done."

"We have been short of oil for a long time since the last fire burned the top of the mountain, and there are no conditions for producing rat oil."

Thinking of the scarce oil, Esky grabbed the white hair on his head and complained.

"The big city is rich, but unless there are ready-made railways and warpstone trains, it will be difficult to send them here."

"It is unrealistic to harvest whale oil or oil from other marine animals at sea. It is also difficult to ask Western military ports for green oil."

"You can only ask the devil for it."

As he spoke, Esky touched the mark on his paw.

This move made Ikrit's eyelids twitch. Is it the devil again, the master of the pink mist?

"You are still really... free and easy."

Ikrit swallowed and said.

He felt that Eski was no longer afraid of the Gray Prophet declaring him a heretic. But there were two envoys of the Horned Rat sitting in the city, so he was really not afraid?

Before he could think about it further, even more shocking words slipped out of Eski's mouth.

"It's better to just bring him here and ask."

Saying that, Eski raised his paw, and Slaanesh's runes lit up.

"Don't! I don't want to be corrupted!"

But before he could continue to refuse, pink smoke appeared in the tent, and a purple figure with a rat head, perfect curves, and smooth skin appeared in front of their eyes.

"Hi~"

Esky pointed to Bisis and introduced.

"My former clerk, now the devil."

Looking at Eski's familiar eyes, Bisis exhaled, filling the air with a rich aroma.

He knew that the engineering warlock was short of something again.

"What do you want again?"

"How about getting me some gasoline?"

"What is gasoline?"

Bisis frowned, stuck out his tongue and licked the air before saying.

"Oh, how many barrels of that thing do you want?"

"First come three to five hundred barrels, and these."

Eski handed a quickly written list to Bisis. It was a mixture of materials that Bisis could not understand and materials that Bisis could understand - polystyrene powder, aluminum powder, yellow phosphorus.

, sucrose, tape, cloth.

He knows without even thinking that there are a lot of things that the underground fortress cannot produce at this stage.

Thinking of this, Bisis raised his head and glanced at his former master sadly.

The corners of the engineering warlock's mouth twitched and the hair on his back stood up, and he barely suppressed the disgust in his heart.

"Don't look at me like that. If you weren't your master, you wouldn't have been given weapons in large quantities. I'm going to ask for napalm. Just tell me whether to give it to you or not."

Hearing this, Bisis put on a business-like smile.

"Of course I'll give it to you."

Esky turned to Ikrit and shrugged.

"Okay, I have the fuel tank you want, and it's an enhanced version."

Before Ikrit could reply, another roll of rat-skin paper was placed in front of him.

"The next thing is the issue of organization. I came up with the plan urgently in the past three days."

Ikrit opened this thing with a headache. This is not even a plan. It just briefly writes some concepts of command structure under the title 13*13*13*13*13.

But in front of him, Eski was still talking with joy.

"On the current battlefield, I can clearly feel the preciousness of divine blessing."

"If it weren't for the divine blessing from the front line, those clan rats that have a chance of retreating in a battle would not be able to fight against the strengthened undead troops.

"All company, battalion and brigade-level units are reorganized into every 13 combat squads as a squadron, every 13 combat squadrons as a brigade, every 13 brigade as a battle group, and every 13 battle groups as a battle court."
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"This will ensure that the great horned rat's divine power is always on top of our army formation. We need divine power at the moment, otherwise those guys will retreat soon."

"Drink, drink."

Ikrit pinched his nose and poured a glass of wine for Eski.

"The brigade level you mentioned is only two that can be produced by my clan and the Moss clan. The battle group level can't gather the strength at all, and the battle court doesn't even have to think about it."

"Moreover, the establishment is too large, and it is not worth reducing the efficiency of ordering for so many divine blessings."

"What about adding some auxiliary command structures? For example, we follow the example of the Moss clan in establishing a staff system to assist the chief officer in commanding."

"The Moss clan does not use such a large establishment."

"How about multiple configurations of messengers?"

"It's useless. At least three more command adjutants must be established to assume the current battalion-level command responsibilities."

"That means there is no adaptation."

Seeing that Eski was going to stop talking about the topic, Iklit's tail twitched hard on the floor, and sparks hit the ground. Even Bisis was startled.

"Yes, there is no need to change it. The existing system's divine blessing is enough. This is really the most thoughtful thing you have said in the past few minutes."

"Sir, Horned Rat, this is not your expertise, so you'd better not spend any energy on it."

With that said, he poured Eski another glass of wine.

"Drink, drink, drink."

However, holding the wine glasses, the two rats looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a while, until the arrival of the messenger broke the awkward atmosphere.

"On the ground! There's a big movement on the ground! There's a fight in the north!"

Esky looked confused.
Chapter completed!