Infinite reincarnation of glory

So this is the handover.

Strength, power, and responsibility, the three reach a consensus.

An outsider has taken over the general's scepter. He has the power to kill everyone in this base and decide the direction of advancement. His strength is his weight, and he will provide shelter for the survivors of this base and accomplish their desired goals as much as possible.

Really just expectations.

Because they are not very confident about 'breaking through the fantasy land of Atlantis covering Easter Island'. Regardless of the three demon kings who have most likely revived, regardless of the many hurdles that need to be overcome in such a long circle, regardless of the casualties on the march, and whether the survivors really have enough time to reach that land. At least there is one thing these survivors can't count on at all.

That is, does the colonial ship still exist? If so, is it still in good condition?

If such a huge technical entity is placed on a land covered by fantasy land, what is the probability that it will still be safe and intact after such a long time?

No one can guarantee that everything is just empty talk.

When the colonel and staff came here, their greatest hope was actually just to get a promise of asylum—Beixi Base had proven to be incapable of confronting the traumatized Demon King even without the support of Fantasy Land. Sooner or later, a new demon king will be born in Fengdu Fantasy Land, and fantasy lands in other areas will expand here. And by then, the base without the protection of the top soul masters is doomed to destruction, and everyone will die miserably.

They know reality and understand the status quo. But even so, there is still a desire to fight in their hearts - they want to fight, and they know how to inspire more people to fight. Just muddling along and living under the umbrella is essentially nothing more than slow suicide in the process of decay. Only with hope can it be possible to grasp the dawn again.

The humans in this base need a flag, a visible inducement of benefit - and they have been holding it in their hands. The only reason they didn't take it out was that they weren't strong enough, and now, a powerful visitor descended from the sky and took it.

There is no general more qualified than this - even this key consensus has always been hidden under the shadow of unspeakable silence.

But no matter what, at least now, they have bowed down willingly,

"Very good." The new general on the golden throne nodded. There was a twinkling light in his eyes. "Then from today on, I am this base..."

"Coldstream Base." The colonel added quietly.

"...the general of this Coldstream base. I will consider how to deal with the specific agreement later, but before that, I need to know the specific parameters in the base, as well as the damage caused by the previous battle - I believe you are coming over The civilians who were unfortunately involved in the war must have been settled before, so now you should be able to give me a list."

He paused and added an indispensable...or should be crucial link.

"My name is Jiang Yu, from ginger to ginger and from jade to jade. I think you should know how to call me the most appropriate way."

The two fresh subordinates looked at each other.

"Yes, General Jiang." It was obviously the staff officer in charge of civil affairs who was the first to answer: "Thanks to your great power, no one in this war is in a worse condition than a slightly wounded casualty - all of them have maintained their general combat effectiveness. , although some people are a little exhausted and frightened, but I think it can be dealt with quickly. In addition, all infrastructure measures can also maintain normal operation, and some of the messy things left over can be dealt with by the end of today at most. "

He didn't mention the dead because that wouldn't mean much. There has been no new death since Jiang Yu arrived, and at this critical moment, mentioning those soldiers who unfortunately died due to confrontation, delay, and seduction of the Wheel King before he arrived... Strictly speaking, it is not very appropriate.

After all, it might be interpreted as a sign of complaining that he didn't arrive early.

unless……

"What about the number of dead?" the new general mentioned.

"...There are three hundred and seventy-one people in total, general. But seven of them showed their souls after death, and two of them freed themselves from their sins and directly gained the low-level combat power of being possessed. The remaining five can also train and recuperate. After that, it will only take half a month to master the ability to use natural weapons." The answer was Colonel Ren, who had a clear division of labor in the military field.

Of course, there was something she didn't make clear, that is, the soul will be corroded by sin after death. If one is unable to free himself from sins or is assisted by other souls to cut off sins, the human soul will rapidly transform into a ghost. However, all ghosts, whether new or old, have collapsed under the Thunder Grid.

There are more than seven souls who have appeared, but... that's it.

"Should we have a complete pension process?" The general may already know the truth.

"Yes, we do."

"Then follow the old routine and double it this time. Consider it a perk of my taking office."

It is natural for a new official to have three things to do when he takes office.

"Yes, I will double the pension arrangements."

"What about the other data?"

"Yes. The current total population in the base is 49,307. About 33,000 of them are adult men and women with combat capabilities. The rest are the old, weak, sick and disabled, but they can also Production and operations will help to a certain extent. At the same time, we have a combat establishment of a full division, which is 12,000 standard soldiers... The specific figures may have slight differences."

The difference is in casualties, and non-combat attrition.

After all, the proportion of conscription is already more than a quarter. Counting auxiliary units, it is natural for everyone to be a soldier. Although the current situation is special, this can obviously be regarded as a militaristic type.

"The remaining armored units before the war are quite sufficient, because Coldstream Base originally existed as a military base. It has excess reserves left by the World Government. We have two complete tank regiments, and an artillery regiment. Among them, the artillery regiment The ectoplasm firepower transformation has been completed, and through the technology left over from the old era, our barrage can effectively kill large ghost clusters below the true demon level, or even mixed with multiple true demon levels."

"In addition, our soldiers are basically equipped with super electromagnetic firearms from the old era. They can effectively suppress demon-level ghosts and kill them with their numerical advantage. The only pity is that we have long been unable to receive satellite signals, and Ground base stations are also difficult to operate in this day and age. Add to that the flying Phantom swarms... we eliminated the Air Force a few years ago."

In this land, there can only be one reason why an army's designation and organization are cancelled.

That is, all the members were killed in battle, and even the replacement members were also killed in battle, and any investment in this field has been repeatedly confirmed to be a serious loss that outweighs the gain. And only in this way will they be erased from the system.

The general on the throne listened quietly. These were obviously the basic appetizers, and what came next was the main event.

"We have a total of one hundred and forty-six souls, including the seven latest ones. One hundred and twenty-one of them have involuntarily escaped from sin. Their combat effectiveness has basically stabilized at the intermediate level of possessed demons, and they have obtained the military rank of second lieutenant to lieutenant. Among the remaining twenty-five people, seventeen are senior demons with a high military rank. Six are junior real demons with the rank of major. One is an intermediate real demon, and one is a senior real demon."

The intermediate rank is Staff Officer Yang, and the senior rank is Colonel Ren. Here they are. The remaining six majors stayed at the bottom of the tower waiting for news.

"And, we have twenty-one natural weapons, including the one you gave to Duan Rui. There are four in total that can liberate the true name. Do you need to review them now?"

This is obviously the most precious treasure, and weapons are of considerable importance to any warrior.

However, the general on the throne just waved his hand.

"I remember that in your place, soul armor is a valuable remnant of the old era?"

"Yes." The staff officer nodded. "The soul armors of the old era can be used by ordinary people, as long as sufficient standard energy is injected into them. Each of them has a demonic superior level, and even a combat power increase close to the true demon level. Even the gold that still exists in the world government At that time, their number was also limited, and they could only be assembled for the most powerful and reliable elite troops. After the war, the number we found from the base was a total of sixty-seven."

"Most of them are assigned to officers with excellent command abilities among living people, as well as commandos or covert investigators who need to perform major and key tasks - such as monitoring the fantasy land. Whether they are souls or living people, as long as they enter the fantasy land, they will It will be immediately sensed by nearby ghosts and besieged. But if it is a living person equipped with soul armor, it can avoid their eyes and ears."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but shift his gaze to look at the several pieces of strange-style armor floating around the general. In just a few minutes of conversation, the number of armors had nearly doubled. They can no longer even be measured in terms of ‘a few’ but rather in terms of ‘tens’, and if the conversation lasts a little longer, it might become ‘tens’!

And their auras are already more stable than before, and the most superior one even has the power of a true demon mid-level, close to high-level!

There is no doubt about their power. Their only shortcoming may be that they don't look very amiable - the general on the throne seemed to have made a decision. So in an instant, all the armors acquired the same shape - it was a classical wind-powered armor that could only be described as "silly, big, black and thick". The main color is dark, and the helmet part is like a gas mask from the World War II era.

It may not be appropriate to describe it as ugly, but it does seem to have an 'evil' aura. A vague memory appeared in the mind of the counselor who had been an Internet addicted boy a long time ago. He felt that he had seen them somewhere, maybe it was a certain game?

radiation?

His thoughts were accompanied by silence, for the narration had ended.

"I roughly understand the specific situation." The general on the throne nodded slightly. "Then now, I want to issue a general order in addition to the previous pension package."

The new subordinates listened attentively.

"First, in half an hour, I will prepare an inaugural speech. I will announce the subsequent development direction of the base and the ultimate goal we want to achieve. This should be what you expect, and at that time I hope everyone has Listening."

A silent agreement, a matter of course.

"Second, call in engineers and construction experts. I need them to come up with a city plan. I have considered building a battle fortress that can accommodate millions of people. You should know that I have this ability."

The tall tower at your feet is proof of this, and its erection can only be described as swift.

"Third, I need to know information about the nearby fantasy land. Collate it, and then the staff team will formulate a plan. I need to decide the direction of base expansion, and I also need to know where else there are survivors gathering nearby."

After building fortifications, it is natural to take the initiative, or at least, look ready to take the initiative.

"Fourth, these armors are new products I made with reference to soul armor and natural weapons. Their name is 'Hellfire', and the operation difficulty is not low, but overall it should be easier. And I need practical cases as follow-up improvements materials. Take them with you and then go out and find volunteers who need to cover different age and gender levels.”

New weapons always require manual inspection, especially weapons that need to be mass-produced. Volunteers need to cover different age and gender levels, which means that their planned production capacity will also have such a huge number.

"Basically, it's these four points. You should handle it as soon as possible. If you have any questions, you can ask them now."

Giving orders smoothly, it seems that the person in power on the throne does know how to sit firmly on that seat.

As he expected, the woman in front of him had objections - she was obviously struggling. Then express your opinion first and then ask questions.

"Yes! We'll do it right away." The voice was loud.

"It's just..." his voice lowered. "General, can you shape these armors at will? As far as my subordinates know, ghosts and monsters will not be frightened by the terrifying appearance they witness. On the contrary, our compatriots...especially other bases People here are more susceptible to the inducement of appearance. So..."

Her companions winked hard at her, but she couldn't help but be cautious.

"Perhaps you can design these armors to be more handsome...more popular?"

This is not too much to ask for. But the next moment, she felt the general's smile.

"A new ruler must have his own characteristics, his own aesthetics, and his own ideas, so that he can effectively distinguish himself from the old order and demonstrate his authority." He said, tapping his fingertips lightly Handrail handle.

"I think this style looks good, and I think it won't be a problem to promote my aesthetic. Go ahead and implement it, Colonel. Are you satisfied with the explanation of this issue?"

She is mysophobic.

She didn't really want to say yes.

But a general who can't even do this willfully doesn't have much authority.

So she reached out and used her ectoplasm to capture those newly forged Hellfire armors. When her fingers touched it, she was shocked to find that she didn't actually care that much.

So she lowered her head and sounded respectful.

"Your will," she said.