Chapter 195: Value
Chapter 195: Value
When Alan arrived at Peter's dormitory, two soldiers in the dormitory were clasping their wrists, and the people on both sides were heckling loudly. With a loud roar, a black soldier knocked down his opponent forcefully, and the commotion was so intense that it almost lifted the roof.
"Sergeant, you're here." Peter also squatted to the side and shouted when he saw Alan.
The other soldiers greeted Allen and asked when the next test would take place. They were so excited about the afternoon test that they would have stayed in the workshop if Peter hadn't taken them away. Peter threw the soldier away and put his arm around Ellen's shoulder. "Drink?" He said.
Alan shook his head and said, "You also hid wine in the dormitory."
"How big is it?" A soldier stood up and said, "I was kicked into the Border Rong Army because I hid some wine in the barracks."
"Come on, Serro. How did I hear that you were drunk and crippled the descendants of your commander before you were sent to the Border Rong Army?" Someone immediately jumped up and retorted.
"Damn Piedre, you're not a good bird. You don't know that this guy slept with their Major's woman, or else he wouldn't have been thrown into the Border Rong Army," the man shouted angrily.
The soldiers laughed.
Peter took out a tin wine jug from under the bed, took a sip and threw it to Alan. "I don't want to hear stories and drink," shrugged Allen.
He unscrewed the lid and took a sip. Unexpectedly, the wine was very spicy. He immediately coughed a few times and threw the wine jug back to Peter, saying, "What is this?"
"We brewed it ourselves. You know, the days of the Bian Rong army are very boring." Peter laughed loudly, but there was no malice in his laughter.
Alan sighed, "This is no wine. This is simply alcohol."
"There's nothing we can do. We usually use this to anesthetize ourselves. If we don't face the uninhabited border every day, we'll go crazy." "I'm Vulcan, sir. Remember me. I'm a hundredfold stronger than these bitches."
"I'm not afraid of flashing your tongue even if I'm boasting. I just won against Gunny. I really think I'm amazing, Vulcan." Someone whistled and ridiculed.
The black man immediately shouted and stepped forward to argue. Of course, the results of their theories often turn violent.
"What a loud bunch." Peter dug his ear with his tail finger.
Alan nodded, "But it's also very dynamic."
"This was also forced out. If it weren't for the noise all day long, perhaps he wouldn't be able to endure the loneliness and end himself." Peter walked to the balcony and looked at the playground in the distance. "Sergeant, you can't imagine that kind of loneliness. These guys aren't afraid of death and don't care too much about credit. Of course, there are some cowards among them. But the army kicked us away like garbage and ignored us. That kind of indifferent loneliness will kill us all."
"People often need to prove their worth. No matter what the value was, it was proof of life or existence. However, if you are thrown into the Border Rong Army, you will be treated as air, and there is nothing for you to prove yourself. After staying for a long time, you will feel that you are not even as good as a stone on the roadside. At the very least, stones sometimes stumble on people's feet, but we don't even have the qualifications to become obstacles. "
"No one cares about us. Whether we live or die, those big shots don't care. We don't have a mission, and sometimes we go to small tribes that attack Blade Demons. We're just in a panic," Peter said after taking a sip of the wine. "There's only an official letter on our heads, and the border changes as the war progresses. We're just going to move along."
"How could this be?" "I thought every soldier was valuable to the Federation," Allen frowned.
"Because this place is too far away from Earth. Even if the federal government does not have such an idea, President Mobit's gaze cannot see small characters like us." Peter laughed self-deprecatingly, "So, in this Nether Domain Star battlefield, it is naturally up to those adults to decide."
Alan had a deep understanding of this point. Not long ago, he nearly had Russen executed, and the charges against him/her were entirely unilateral. However, as Peter had said, Russen had the final say in the foreign battlefield of Nether Domain.
"In the afternoon, you let those fellows take the test and indirectly let them show their value." Peter smiled as he looked into the dormitory.
Two days later, Allen gave Berry a detailed report on the results of the first round of tests. Berry nodded and said, "Sergeant, how long do you expect to be in production?"
"There will be a second round of routine tests tomorrow. Personally, two more rounds of tests will complete the work of collecting parameters. Next, we will first limit the production of a batch of weapons and conduct one or two actual combat tests. If we succeed, we will be able to carry out regular production and put them into use. This process will probably take one to two months." Alan replied.
Berry said cheerfully, "This speed is already very fast. If you succeed, you will get enough results to be promoted to sergeant."
Alan nodded. The rank of the Federation Army was determined by the combination of strength and merit. The rank of each stage had the most basic requirements for strength, and after that, they would be promoted through accumulating combat strength. For example, a sergeant like Allen, a corporal would need to be at least at level 10 to be competent. A second lieutenant like Ron had to be at level 15. At Major Coggess level one, the federal standard is level 20.
Combine strength with merit to determine the rank and rank of a soldier. Apart from being determined by the backgrounds of this high-level war era, it also largely stops the emergence of incompetent officers through power or nepotism.
"Alright, let me know if you need anything else. You can go back to your work now." Berry said.
Alan took a step forward and said, "Colonel, I want to talk to you about the Border Army."
"What, those guys aren't cooperating?" Berry said with a frown.
"No, I was thinking. Since the base has to replenish its combat strength, should we consider keeping them here?" "I've been in touch with them," Allen said. "In fact, as long as we communicate correctly, I think they're still a group of qualified warriors."
"This isn't easy, sergeant." Berry sighed and said, "If the Border Rong Army is part of our Sirius system, it won't be difficult to move. The difficulty is that they are part of the Death Communication Corps. If I want to keep them, I have to submit an application to Russen. Given our relationship with General Russen, I don't think he will sign the official document."
Berry added, "But I'm curious, Sergeant, why do you have such thoughts?"
"I know that the reason why they were assigned to the Border Rong Army was because they made all sorts of mistakes. But no one made any mistakes. They were all warriors, and they just lacked the opportunity to prove themselves. Colonel, we "
Berry shook his head. "Things aren't as simple as you think, Ellen. I advise you not to waste any more time on this. If you want to change the rules, at least you need to be strong first."
Alan nodded and said, "Alright, I understand."
He said goodbye and left. After Alan left, Berry coughed softly and said, "You can come out now."
A side door to the office opened, and Lieutenant Peter walked in and smiled at Berry, "Thank you, Colonel."
"I don't understand. Why did you know Sergeant Allen would say that?"
"Because I was once young." Peter smiled and said, "Young people are always impulsive and reckless. When Sergeant Allen looked at us, I knew what kind of person he was."
"However, this is also an opportunity to change fate. Our sergeant is not simple. If he puts it forward, there is a high chance that you will stay here. Don't you think about it?" Berry said.
Peter shook his head. "The world we see is different. Now that the world is so dazzling in his eyes, there's no need for us to add some unnecessary shadows."
"Alright, actually I want to say. If you submit an application, there is no need for Russen's instructions. The finance officer of his legion alone will raise both of his hands in favour of including you in our military establishment. Doesn't that save him an extra sum of money? Perhaps this money will allow him to raise a mistress or two in Babylon."
Peter smiled. "Of course, we're nobody. How could General Russen see us? But forget it."
Berry said, "Well, as long as you like."
Time passes particularly quickly in sequence debugging and data acquisition. Even Alan himself did not know that he had quietly celebrated his 13th birthday on this planet. In late June, the first batch of limited-production magic energy guns came down from the production line and were distributed to a hundred Border Rong soldiers. Three days later, they will conduct an actual combat test.
When the first magic gun was delivered to Alan, he wrote down the name "Fire Fighting" for the magic gun that had gathered the efforts of everyone in the workshop. Although the sequence used for the Flame Fighting Rifle was average, it was the first multi-purpose rifle that possessed both firearms and magic guns. Just to complete the conversion between the two different shooting systems, Windsor Belo's gun designer, who was personally assigned to Blood Hawk Base, had several strands of white hair.
The final Fire Fighting Rifle was much rougher than a normal rifle, so the expanded barrel had enough space to accommodate two shooting systems. In order not to waste the space inside the rifle's barrel and its tough shape, the master changed the original single-shot continuous firing system of the rifle to a dual-shot system. In this way, even if it was fired with bullets, its firing frequency was far higher than that of an ordinary rifle, and it could be considered as worthy of the name of the fierce fire.
As for switching to the magic energy system, it could fire three consecutive Agni missiles. Even an Awakened like Kejess could only temporarily avoid sharpness if a hundred shots were fired at the same time. Otherwise, if all the missiles are hit, even if you can't die, don't be seriously injured.
After all, when the Fire Fighting Rifles were concentrated and bombarded, hundreds or even more Fire Missiles exploded in the same area. The focus of the energy superimposed and reflected by the explosions was enough to destroy the Awakened ones' protective origin power. As for below Level 20, according to Allen's calculations, there was almost no chance of survival.
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