Facts have proved that the rumor is indeed correct. The venerables in Fearless are unable to move for a long time as their bodies shrink.
Soshyang abandoned the boss's strength before moving the sleeping brother Said out of the secret room, and asked other combat monks to move him to the armory of the fortress, where the technical sergeant was in charge of daily.
But now Soshyang is facing a serious problem of manpower shortage.
World Engine War I, the battle group can be said to be annihilated, not only ruined all the veterans and elites, but also the technical personnel, including pharmacists, priests, master casting masters, think tanks, etc., were all lost.
It can be said that even the most basic scripture structure cannot be maintained by the Astral Knights.
The armory, the pharmacist association, the warband monastery and other institutions are all in a vacant state, so there are many things that can't be done.
In desperation, Soshyang could only search the list of existing personnel, but he didn't know it. At first glance, he found that the personnel left by the commander of the Amurad battle seemed to be somewhat mysterious.
Among these 33 recruits, there happened to be a technical sergeant, a trainee pharmacist, and a trainee pastor, but there was no think tank.
According to Brother Said, the Eleventh Legion did not have a think tank.
Soshyang summoned the technical sergeant apprentice for the first time.
Rico Rogris, formally served ten years ago. Because of his sensitivity to machinery, he was regarded as a reserve technical sergeant by the foundry master of the battle group. He was also given a servo skull made by the foundry master himself.
"Team commander, you are looking for me."
In the separate meeting room of the battle group commander, Soshyan saw the reserve technical sergeant.
This is a young man full of energy and enthusiasm. The crimson power armor fits him perfectly. As a technical sergeant, he naturally carries a heavy servo arm and a lot of maintenance equipment, but this does not affect his steady pace. .
The comment left by the last foundry master is that this is a young man with great potential and has his own unique insights into the transformation of machinery.
"Yes it is."
Soshyan picked up a data board behind the table and said:
"How many large equipment can still be used normally in the armory?"
"Uh...War, the previous commander took away most of the ordnance. Now there is only one Rand Raider, one Storm Crow gunboat, one Thunderhawk under repair, and two tactical motorcycles in the armory. ."
"It's a reserve of light weapons."
"There are still 130 bases for explosive bombs, 19 spare explosive guns, 20 chain saws, ten power swords, one plasma pistol, two hot melt guns, two flamethrowers, and heavy explosives. Two bombs, nine armor-piercing rockets, and ten boxes of various grenades."
Soshyang rubbed his head. These numbers looked okay, but in fact they couldn't support a few battles.
"Why is the reserve 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 Terra month..."
A standard Terra month.
Soshyang is not sure if he has so much time.
"I understand, Rogris, you should also know the situation of the battle group, now the armory can only rely on you for the time being, are you confident?"
"I--"
Rogers hesitated for a moment.
"I still have a lot of things that I haven't learned. If I operate it indiscriminately, I am afraid that it will cause serious consequences."
Soshyang knew that what he was talking about was not a humble word. To become a qualified technical sergeant, there is a process necessary-personally go to the Mars of Mechanical Education to study abroad for a period of time.
Where they will learn how to properly appease the soul and serve Omsenia, before this they can only be regarded as laymen.
Rogers has not yet come to this point, so his worry is inevitable.
"But at present there is no extra manpower to take over your work. I can only try to come. I will definitely let you go to Mars to learn the Omsenian Way when I have the opportunity. The situation is difficult. We can only use the battle team. The future is important."
The technical sergeant's legs slammed together and said loudly:
"A breath is still there! The battle group will last forever!"
"Very good, you first go to deal with the dormancy of Brother Said, then check the inventory, and report anything in time."
After the technical sergeant left, Soshyan summoned the apprentice pharmacist Nassin Balitaem.
"How much gene seed stock is left in the battle group now."
Nasin Balitaem is an old acquaintance of Soshyan. They are in the same group, so he knows this capable man very well. After the meeting, he didn't have any polite words, so he was straight to the point.
"After submitting the eleventh tax, there are 22 seeds left in the battle group gene seed bank, plus the 27 seeds you brought back by the battle group commander, for a total of 49 seeds."
"If you rely on the existing genetic seeds, how long will it take to return to normal scale?"
The apprentice pharmacist in white armor sighed lightly, and replied helplessly:
"The commander of the battle group, frankly said, only relying on the existing genetic seeds, even for ten centuries, it will be difficult for us to return to the previous scale."
Then before Soshyang spoke, he added another sentence.
"Because I have not fully grasped the process and steps of the remodeling 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 understand, then your task now is to take good care of those genetic seeds."
"Roger that."
The third person summoned was Yazdan Shaheenian, the new warrior priest.
He has only served for ten years, but this seemingly taciturn man has a kind of imperceptible enthusiasm. In the short contact in the past, Soshyan found that he has an extremely firm belief.
It is this belief that made him enter the eyes of the pastor of the war regiment.
In the course of the meeting, Soshyang also discovered that even if the two previous people hide well, they can still detect a certain kind of anxiety and loss.
Only Yazdan has not seen any traces of this aspect from the beginning to the end. The flame in his heart has not been extinguished. Compared to the previous one, the crisis of the battle group prompted him to give himself higher goals and requirements.
People like in the current situation, are undoubtedly Soshyang's excellent helpers to clean up the battle group situation.
He shared his views on the low morale within the battle group with the opponent for the first time, and Yazdan also said that he would do his best to boost everyone's morale.
After finishing the day's meeting, Soshyang sat behind his desk, listening to the tick of The Thinker's computer, thinking about the future of the battle group in his mind, and being dragged into the weird and bizarre ancient secrets.
Secrets, sometimes it's not that the more you know, the better. Soshyan is very aware of this.
Those appalling secrets, like a torture, are torturing his thinking.
Great Expedition
Emperor
Net Road
Eleventh Army
Prototype
Soshyang never thought that something so far away would one day have direct contact with him. He leaned back wearily, resting his head on the chair.
He decided not to explain their true identities and positions to the recruits for the time being, including the way to go in the future. He is not sure that it is beneficial to say these now. He can only wait for the opportunity or recruit a few core members to form a similar composition of the Said brothers. Secret society.
It can be foreseen that for a long time, they will all be able to act in the name of the original battle group.
In any case, he can only move forward now.