Chapter 334 Spreading Pressure

At the temporary camp, weapons and supplies have all been loaded onto trucks brought by the advance team.

The knights and mages belonging to this world will take these wounded soldiers to the other two defense nodes.

Carrying magic rifles and semi-finished crystallized ammunition materials.

As long as Ji Lin is still there, the advance team dare not leave the fortifications they have built and maneuver at will. Ji Lin expects them to make a third mistake and eat them again.

The advance team is now hesitant to leave the defense node they belong to, let alone advance in separate forces.

Most of the trucks were severely damaged by the bombardment, but ten days of repairs are enough to piece together a usable transport vehicle from these broken frames.

"Uh, Mr. Hackett, thank you for your teaching these days."

The recruit touched his head, and his hands could already wave normally.

Except for a long pink scar on his arm, the skin slowly turned from tender pink to pale white, which formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding light black skin. There was basically no sign of previous injuries.

There was no postoperative infection, and the operation was quite successful.

The beautiful priestess who shouldn't be on the battlefield also checked the recovery of his arm. After all, the Skitarii are Skitarii. They are not healing priests who specialize in healing.

The wounded soldiers lined up to be examined by her.

The wounded soldiers who were picked out were still taken care of by the Skitarii.

The internal organs were not completely healed and there was a possibility of secondary injury. The Skitarii used a very efficient and somewhat cruel method to completely solve this problem for them.

Cut the flesh with an extremely fast light blade, and then sew it up again/heal it with divine arts to ensure that there was no residual damage to the previously injured part.

After they left the camp, there was no healer who could use divine arts to help them heal.

"It doesn't matter, just pay attention to protecting your own life."

Hackett coughed lightly. It was not known whether these sub-humans were because their bodies were special than ordinary humans, or because they were responsible for a large number of emergency rescues for the wounded.

In short, the wounded soldiers' favorability towards sub-humans was much better than others, which also made the ability of the sub-human auxiliary forces much better.

In order to facilitate training, Chang Heng rebuilt the wounded soldiers according to the organization of the territory and completed a simple company-platoon system.

Just like elementary school, junior high school and high school, classes are always divided first.

Only with the most basic organizational model can the group be managed more easily.

"Sorry, we really can't help you grow another arm."

Hackett turned around and looked at the veteran standing next to the recruit, holding a magic rifle in one hand. The hand that disappeared for some unknown reason was equipped with a wooden prosthesis.

The other party was a little flattered and shook his head and waved his hands.

The veteran's shooting performance was the best among all, and the hit rate of using the magic rifle at 200 meters was as high as 70%.

The use of wooden prostheses allowed him to complete the loading and shooting actions-fortunately, this magic rifle was not a muzzle-loading gun.

Hackett said goodbye to the demobilized wounded soldiers he had contacted one by one. He knew that this might be the last time he could see each other in this world.

Just like when he was an adventurer, the familiar faces in the tavern kept changing, and no one knew whether his greeting would be the last words he said to the other party.

Holding a rolled-up grass cigarette, Tokas watched his fellow descendants bid a solemn farewell to these humans who met by chance not far away, and shook his head.

He knew very well that his lord provided training for these soldiers in order to send them to a new battlefield... just like himself.

This kind of life is not particularly good, but if it is bad, then he is actually living a good life.

It is much better than the Heyuan Kingdom where everyone is judged by their status. It is another world with order.

And the other party promised to bring his family to live with him in the future if they are willing to come.

Tokas looked at his hands, and his tail swayed behind him.

Immortality, as long as you join them, you can get immortality.

Tokas sighed, and his eyes were fixed on Hackett, who had said goodbye not far away and circled back to the new recruits.

"Hey, I remember your rune sword is broken, use this one."

Hacket untied the rune dagger tied to his waist and threw it to the recruit who was about to leave the camp along with the scabbard.

Elite reconnaissance teams always need a good knife, and the melee weapons provided to the subhuman reconnaissance team are high-quality rune swords purchased from the Holy City.

He has seen the swordsmanship of the recruits, and it is not bad.

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Ji Lin looked at the calendar in front of him that was crossed out. Every day that passed, there was an extra scratch on the calendar.

It means that one day has ended and they are going to welcome a new day.

Today may be the Mid-Autumn Festival in this world, and they will face the biting cold wind in a while.

Mid-Autumn Festival... How long has it been since he experienced Mid-Autumn Festival.

In his previous life, he didn't even experience festivals normally, but now he cares more about these festivals.

So he has to end the battle before winter.

It seems that this flag has killed many famous generals.

Ji Lin suppressed the bad idea that suddenly popped up in his mind. Even if they fight in winter, they are more advantageous.

Those people on the other side are obviously not capable of maintaining their combat effectiveness in the cold season.

So it is better to describe it as completing the mission before the end of autumn.

Ji Lin did not see off the wounded soldiers who had received nine days of simple training in the camp, or the magic rifle shooters, because that was the job of Chang Heng, who was in charge of the retraining task.

The recovered wounded soldiers left the camp with magic rifles on their backs, and the soldiers wearing white uniforms that had been patched several times began to set foot on the road to the battlefield again.

Ji Lin believed that compared with the mages and knights born in this world, these 500 soldiers who had undergone preliminary training had a stronger influence on the war situation.

These knights and mages he threatened were real tools, and the purpose of tools was to ensure that these soldiers who mastered the magic rifle shooting method could arrive at their positions normally.

What they took away was a war zone map that could show the entire battlefield, and a complete set of magic rifle production technology that the dean had worked hard to restore.

The production process of this weapon is not complicated. If it were complicated, it would be impossible for the Magic Empire to equip each unit and let them bring a staff as a backup.

It just requires a mage to solidify the simple spell model in the 'magic rifle/staff'.

This technology was handed over to the civilization of this world.

The probability theory of the evolutionary branch jumped slightly, raising the probability of the world's resistance from less than 10% to 15%, like a soft branch gently stretching.

Once the magic empire began to make up its mind to invest enough manpower and material resources, there would be no possibility of resistance in this world with backward technology, manpower, and productivity - this was the fate that this world was originally going to face.

But there is never only one probability.

On the other side of the evolutionary branch, a slowly extending inclined curve began to bend at an astonishing angle at a certain moment, like a spear piercing the enemy's heart with force, rising high.