Chapter 29

Facts have proved that the rumor is indeed true. Those venerable people in fearless can't move for a long time with the atrophy of their bodies.

Soshyang wasted his strength to move the sleeping friar Sid out of the secret room, and asked other combat friars to move him to the armory of the fortress, where the technical sergeant is responsible for the daily work.

But now soshyan is facing a serious shortage of manpower.

In world engine War I, the War Regiment was completely destroyed. Not only all veterans and elite were buried, but also all technicians, including pharmacists, priests, foundry masters and think tanks, were lost.

It can be said that the star Knight battle order can not even maintain the most basic Scripture structure.

The armory, Pharmacist Association, War Regiment monastery and other institutions are vacant, so many things can't be started.

In desperation, soshyan could only retrieve the existing personnel list. He didn't know. At a glance, he found that there seemed to be some mysteries about the personnel left by the head of amurad war.

Among the 33 recruits, there happened to be a technical sergeant, a trainee pharmacist and a trainee priest, but there was no think tank.

According to friar said, the 11th corps also has no think tank.

Soshyan summoned the technical sergeant apprentice for the first time.

Rico rogris officially served ten years ago. Because of his sensitivity to machinery, he was favored by the foundry master of the regiment and became a reserve technical sergeant. He was also given a servo skull made by the foundry master himself.

"Commander Zhan, you're looking for me."

In the separate meeting room of the war leader, soshyan met the reserve technical sergeant.

This is a young man full of vitality and enthusiasm. The red power armor fits him very well. As a technical sergeant, he naturally carries a heavy servo arm and a large number of maintenance devices, but this does not affect his steady pace.

The evaluation left by the last foundry master was that he was a young man with great potential and had his own unique views on the transformation of machinery.

"Yes."

Soshyan behind the table picked up a data board and said:

"How many large instruments can still be used normally in the armory?"

"Er... The former commander of the war took away most of the ordnance. Now there are only one Rand raider, one storm crow gunboat, one thunder Eagle under repair and two tactical motorcycles left in the ordnance depot."

"What about light weapons reserves."

"There are 130 explosive bases, 19 spare explosive guns, 20 chain saws, 10 power swords, one plasma pistol, two hot-melt guns, two flame throwers, two heavy explosive bombs, nine armor breaking rockets and ten boxes of various grenades."

Soshyang rubbed his head. These figures looked OK, but they couldn't support several battles.

"Why are the reserves of light weapons so low?"

"Because it coincides with the equipment replenishment period, if there is no accident, the next batch of replenishment materials will arrive in a standard Tara month..."

A standard Tara month.

Soshyan wasn't sure he had enough time.

"I see. Rogris, you should know the situation of the regiment. Now the armory can only rely on you for the time being. Are you confident?"

"I --"

Rogris hesitated for a moment.

"I still have a lot of things to learn. If I operate indiscriminately, I'm afraid it will cause serious consequences."

Soshyan knew that what he said was not modest. To become a qualified technical sergeant, it is necessary to go to Mars to study abroad for a period of time.

Where they will learn how to appease the soul of the machine and serve omsenia correctly. Before that, they can only be regarded as laymen.

Rogris has not yet reached this stage, so his worry is inevitable.

"But at present, there is no redundant staff to take over your work, so we can only try to come. I will let you go to Mars to learn the way of Ohm Senia in the future. The situation is difficult, and we can only focus on the future of the regiment."

The technical sergeant's legs jerked together and shouted:

"A breath is still there! The regiment will last forever!"

"Very good. First you go to deal with the dormancy of friar side, then count the inventory, and report anything in time."

After the technical sergeant left, soshyan summoned the trainee pharmacist nassin balitaem.

"How much genetic seed stock is left in the regiment now."

Nassin balitaem is an old acquaintance of soshyan. They serve in the same group, so he knows this capable man very well. After meeting, he didn't have any polite words and went straight to the point.

"After submitting the 11th tax, there are still 22 seeds left in the gene Seed Bank of the regiment, plus the 27 you brought back by the regiment commander, a total of 49."

"If we rely on existing genetic seeds, how long will it take to return to normal scale?"

The trainee pharmacist in white armour sighed and replied helplessly:

"Commander Zhan frankly said that it would be difficult for us to return to the scale of the past even after ten centuries by relying only on the existing genetic seeds."

Then before soshyan spoke, he added.

"And because I haven't completely mastered the process and steps of the reconstruction operation, the success rate of the operation is likely to be only one-third of the original. This is a very realistic situation, and I have to make it clear."

"I see, so your task now is to take good care of those genetic seeds."

"Received."

The third summoned was the New War Regiment priest yazdan shahinian.

He has only served for ten years, but this seemingly silent man has some imperceptible enthusiasm. In the past short contact, soshyan found that he has an extremely firm belief.

It was this belief that made him into the eyes of the previous generation of War Regiment priests.

During the meeting, soshyan also found that even if the previous two hid well, they could detect some uneasiness and loss.

Only yazdan, from the beginning to the end, did not show any trace in this regard. The flame in his heart was not extinguished. Compared with the more intense crisis before, he gave himself higher goals and requirements at the beginning of the battle group crisis.

Such people, in the current situation, are undoubtedly soshyan's excellent helper in cleaning up the situation of the War Regiment.

He immediately shared his views on the low morale within the regiment with the other party, and yazdan also said that he would do his best to boost everyone's morale.

After a day's meeting, soshyang sat behind his desk, listening to the click of the meditator's computer, thinking about the future of the regiment, and was dragged into the strange ancient secret.

Secrets, sometimes the more you know, the better. Soshyan was very deeply aware of this.

Those appalling secrets, like a torture, are torturing his mind.

Great expedition

Emperor

Net channel

Eleventh Legion

Protoplasm

Soshyan never thought that such a distant thing would have a direct contact with himself one day. He leaned back tired and put his back head on the chair.

He decided not to explain their true identity and position to the recruits for the time being, including the way to go in the future. He was not sure that it would be beneficial to say these now. He could only wait for the opportunity, or first absorb several core members to form a secret society similar to that composed of friars said.

It can be predicted that for a long time, they will be able to operate in the name of the original regiment.

Anyway, he can only move forward now.