Chapter 33

However, in principle, this should be a training battle, which turned into a bloody battle.

But it did not stop because soshyan remained silent.

"Hiss..."

Farzad's head shook, and his glittering eyes gradually became dull.

Without waiting for him to recover, Amin staggered with his fist like a storm, and he was beaten to his knees.

Suddenly, a sound wave full of praise, shouting and laughter rang through the whole training room.

These sounds were moving on the railing and reflected by the roof, making the whole compartment vibrate due to the echo. The recruits were excited by the fierce battle.

The noise was so loud that it blurred the flustered footsteps of the servants around.

Almin was still attacking, and before soshyan came to separate them, he gave his opponent a bone breaking upper hook.

His style is quite different from that of Farzad. He will not play tricks on his opponents, but will be completely defeated when he has a chance. This is what soshyan wants to see.

If it is in actual combat, the relatively weak Amin can live longer than Farzad.

"Enough."

Soshyan growled in a low voice, pulled almin from falzad, who was stumbling and dizzy, and threw him back to the other end of the room.

Even without power armor, soshyan is far stronger than any of them, let alone he is still wearing it.

"This is an instrument training, not a fight!"

When almin struggled to get up, soshyan had lifted Farzad against the wall, and the recruits who had yelled before were silent.

At this time, almin felt pain all over his body, and blood dripping from his broken forehead marked a hot track.

He felt exhausted and hurt all over, like a heavy blow, but he felt great.

Farzad on the other side has a little consciousness, although his head is still drooping and his eyes are blurred.

"That's stupid!"

Soshyan is still roaring.

"Do you newcomers want me to eliminate your stupidity with a violent beating! Your performance makes me very dissatisfied! If you are on the battlefield, you will die quickly! And you will die in shame!"

"Commander Zhan, we will strengthen our training."

The third team leader, Ustad, is a little mediocre compared with the first two. The only reason soshyan chose him is that he served 10 years earlier than most recruits.

"I... I can fight."

With that, Farzad leaned against the wall like a drunk and said slowly.

Amin smiled and limped towards his opponent. Soshyan looked at them and patted the wall heavily.

"Take care of yourself! Next time I want to see a more mature fight, so you must train hard!"

With that, soshyang strode out of the training room, threw the mess to the three small captains, and left by himself.

Before Farzad fell to the ground again, almin grabbed him and picked him up hastily.

"As I said, it's fast enough to deal with you."

Looking at the same bloody face in front of him, Farzad's vision was no longer blurred, and the blood gushing from the wound had already condensed and blackened.

Despite his reluctance, he had to admit that he really lost, lost to his carelessness and arrogance.

He will write down the lesson.

"For once, my brother,"

Farzad laboriously grinned, revealing a row of blood soaked teeth,

"This will not be the case."

Almin also gave a deep, happy laugh. Then the two soldiers held their right fists and firmly clasped their bruised fingers together.

Bleeding is not a bad thing. The resentment of being expelled from the monastery fortress and the mother star has been suppressed in their hearts. A vigorous struggle can release this pressure.

They may still be competitors in the future, but in the intersection of sweat and blood, they also feel the precious brotherhood. After all, they control the future of the regiment.

After hearing the laughter in the training room, soshyang breathed a sigh of relief. At least things were going well.

After leaving the training room, soshyan came to the temporary armory built on the upper deck. The machine servants at the door made way for him as he approached.

When the heavy gate was opened, soshyan saw a line of brightly polished explosive guns on the weapon rack. These are the inventory in the armory of the former fortress, and some are the weapons of fallen soldiers in the world engine campaign. These weapons are being repaired and maintained.

Higher behind the weapon rack is the rack for storing power armor, a considerable part of which is broken and worn. These are also recycled power armor and need to be repaired and assembled again.

And all this fell on the shoulders of Rico rogris alone.

Soshyan passed through the weapon rack and came to the deeper part of the armory, where a red figure was wandering around a giant, and his servo arm flashed a burst of electric sparks from time to time, touching the giant.

He seemed to notice someone approaching. The voice raised his waist and turned around.

"Commander Zhan, here you are."

"How's it going?"

Soshyan pointed to the big guy and asked in a heavy tone.

It was a pair of terminator armor. It was the one worn by Fowler before. The extreme soldiers found it from the ruins. Although it was broken, it was still handed over to soshyan. With it were the remains of three other terminators.

Rico Rogers looked back, then his servo arm was in the terminator's abdomen, his right leg, and his left chest.

"Although the damage is serious, the key servo system has not been damaged, which is the only thing to be thankful for, and the position generator is also intact."

Soshyan could see that the armor plates were newly attached where he touched.

"I replaced some metal fiber muscles and a small amount of transmission. These were removed from the other three pairs. Their servo systems have been seriously damaged and have no great repair value... At least my current ability can't be repaired."

With that, Rico Rogers sighed.

"I hope my rough workmanship doesn't offend the machine soul."

"You've done well."

Soshyan stepped forward, looked at the terminator who could see the obvious repair marks, and recalled the sacrificed soldier.

"Commander Zhan, do you want to try it? It can be used now."

Rogris said, pressing the button on one side, the terminator's eyepiece blinked immediately, and then there was a buzzing sound of server startup.

"No, I don't deserve it yet."

Soshi Yang shook his head. This is not his modesty, but the terminator. Unlike the power armor, he can move freely as long as he transplants a black shell.

In fact, if you want to wear a terminator, you have to receive special training first, otherwise even action is a problem.

Soshyan has not received terminator training, so he will not try. After all, this is the only terminator armor of the regiment.