The weeper…
Upon hearing that Dante named the temporary camp headquarters "The Lamenter", everyone present fell into silence.
The Weeper not only remembers and mourns the heroic past of this earth, but also has a certain sense of revenge.
Seeing that the brothers did not express any objections, Dante continued: "The first company of the Lamenters Battalion is composed of six of our brothers. Although it is pitifully small, this does not mean that the number of auxiliary troops and technical personnel will also be reduced accordingly. rare.
Therefore, we are here to recruit auxiliary personnel to our compatriots present! "
At the end of his speech, Dante looked down at all the prisoners from his height advantage and raised his voice so that all the prisoners could hear the words.
The words fell.
"Auxiliary troops and technical personnel...um..."
"If you want to recruit someone, I wonder if I'm qualified?"
"I have long had the idea of joining the Resistance Army, and now I can fight with the Battle Angels, which is a dream!"
The prisoners had different expressions, some were deep in thought, some were self-doubting, and some were as excited and excited as young people, wanting to follow the Astartes to kill the alien bastards and human traitors.
"So..." At this time, a bald man who was taller and taller than the other prisoners raised his hand and asked, "Are there any practical benefits to becoming a member of the Wailers?
We can follow you to resist the rule of the United Empire, but without your rescue, we would have died long ago, or been transformed into mechanical puppets.
But we are only mortals and cannot be as invulnerable as you battle angels. We may die in the next second on the battlefield, so I want to eat and drink enough before death, and have the strength and energy to fight. "
"really."
"Hey, I was caught because I was so hungry."
As soon as Baldhead's words came out, many prisoners immediately echoed them.
"Good question."
Dante was also afraid that this group of prisoners had no demands.
You must know that in all worlds and universes, there is no shortage of comrades and warriors fighting for their beliefs, but more people will fight with all their strength because of some kind of benefit.
In the first chapter of the history class that their Astartes recruits learned, it was told that two hundred years ago, when their father formed the Mobile Task Force, he also offered the first batch of task forces a generous and irresistible offer. The conditions and benefits will allow the task force to display a fighting spirit that is willing to die together with abnormal phenomena and creatures.
If there are no desires and no strong beliefs, then it is a matter of doubt.
So Dante raised his left hand slightly, swung it towards the equipment box behind him, and said with a smile: "There are enough food and drinking water pipes, and there are also different flavors for you to choose from.
Not to mention weapons and equipment, which are enough to ensure your survival rate. The most important thing is that when our control area gradually expands, we will obtain more sufficient living supplies, so you don’t have to worry about this. "
"Okay!" After receiving Dante's affirmative reply, the bald prisoner said boldly: "In that case, I will completely hand over my life and property to you! Hahaha! I want to kill the bastard, and also gorge myself on it!"
"Me too!"
"Count me in!"
At this point, the prisoners no longer had any worries and believed 100% in Dante's words.
After all, these giants are the children of "gods"!
What's more, since he was rescued, everything Dante said is the truth, without any lies, and there is no suspicion of any falsehood.
"Thank you for your understanding." After Dante nodded, he immediately entered work mode and ordered to the group of prisoners:
"Those of you who have served in the military in the old society, or worked in the police or firefighting agencies, or who think you have physical strength and military qualities that surpass others, please take the initiative to step forward!"
Hear the words.
The prisoners looked at each other at their companions and hesitated for a moment before more than two hundred people, including bald men and young men, stepped forward.
"Very good." Dante raised his left hand, waved it towards Finnis not far away, and continued to order:
"Those who are coming out of the queue, please stand behind Brother Finnis first.
Then please work in the maintenance and engineering industry in the old society..."
Next.
Dante quickly divided the more than 700 prisoners into several categories. There were candidates for auxiliary troops responsible for combat, candidates for technicians responsible for maintenance, and candidates for medical personnel responsible for treatment.
However, this is only the beginning, after all, prisoners have signed up on their own so far.
The next half day.
Dante, Finnis, Zelin, Horn, and Yang Luo are responsible for continuing to screen the more than 700 prisoners to ensure that those who pass the test can take up the post immediately, or can quickly get started and perform their respective duties.
The simplest among them should be the screening of the auxiliary army.
After all, 70% of the more than 200 people who volunteered at the beginning had served in the military, and their occupations in the old society were police and fire personnel.
Coupled with the individual equipment sent by his father, it is simple and easy to use.
If you are in a hurry, you can carry out combat missions tomorrow.
But mutual cooperation and tacit understanding are problems, so Dante and his brothers prefer to stabilize their situation first and training qualified auxiliary troops is the right choice.
Technical or logistical personnel need to maintain and repair individual equipment and some instruments, which is indeed difficult for some prisoners who have never been exposed to main universe technology.
It is difficult to perform maintenance tasks in a short period of time, but simple maintenance of equipment and instruments should be possible.
Medical aspect…
Because among the equipment transmitted, there were 100,000 doses of injection-type nanorobots.
Moreover, this type of robot can treat any known disease and infection symptoms. Even parasites can be "disassembled" and converted into proteins needed by the human body.
Generally speaking, the tasks that medical personnel need to be responsible for are relatively easy. For the time being, they only need to master how to quickly bandage and simple disinfection.
Barr, the only one who was not involved in the selection and training, used the equipment sent by his father to build a small communication base station.
Moreover, the frequency band transmitted and received by this communication base station can basically eliminate the possibility of being discovered by City 13 and even the United Earth Government.
Not only that, but based on his experience in cracking the Razor Train, Barr even allowed the base station to "quietly" disrupt surveillance and real-time images while it was working.
In other words, unless City 13 and the United Earth Government send a reconnaissance team to the town of Kromf in person, they will find that it has been occupied by their weepers.
However, even if the true situation of the small town of Kromf was discovered, the reconnaissance team would not be able to transmit the information.
The most perverted thing is that as long as the reconnaissance troops enter the radiation range of the base station, Barr can decipher the communication band of the reconnaissance troops and transmit a disguised "everything is normal" reply to the outside world.
In this way, even if the reconnaissance force discovers them, City 13 and the coalition government will not know about it immediately.
Moreover, a group of new recruits have no intention of staying in the small town of Kromf for a long time. What they want is to liberate City 13, and then use this as a benchmark to liberate the entire Eastern Europe and the European continent.
This town is purely serving as a springboard for them.
It doesn't take long, just seven days, just seven days of training and preparation, and the name of the Weeper Battalion will be known.
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late at night.
"Boom...boom..."
Dark clouds blocking the bright moonlight.
The nights in early spring this year seemed to be colder and windier than ever.
But weather anomalies are completely insignificant to most human residents living in City 13.
In other words, how can people who are troubled by hunger, disease, despair, and confusion still have the energy to consider and care about the weather conditions?
City No. 13, whose urban areas and streets are designed in a square and orderly manner, seems to be falling into a low and quiet state in accordance with the weather.
status.
Except for the brightly lit castle in the center, where the men and women who manage City 13 are gathered, and the core building towers into the sky, like a giant tower, the rest of the city only has street lights and necessary lighting equipment.
In fact, this should be a true portrayal of all cities after the seven-hour war. There is no such thing as cooperative weather.
Pull into view.
Come to the edge of the industrial park on the west side.
There are many six-story old apartment buildings here. There are no private cars on the streets, only heavy trucks entering and leaving the industrial park, or National Guard patrol cars that appear every once in a while.
Passerby?
There is also no one.
Although there is no curfew in City No. 13, in today’s world, where are the places for entertainment and consumption?
In the colonial metropolitan areas of the main universe, there are the most numerous and most common bars and nightclubs, and other places that represent nightlife, which are unimaginable in City 13.
When night falls, people who have permission to live in apartment buildings dare not turn on the lights. Of course, they do not have the power to turn on the lights, and they dare not light a fire for fear of attracting the National Guard.
Fortunately, it is mid-April now. If you put on more clothes and bedding at night, the apartment building will not be too cold. At least you won't be unable to sleep and freeze to death.
However, people who do not have the right to live and do not have many contribution points to exchange for shelter and food have to consider which sewers are not too damp and cold at night, and whether there are discarded cardboard boxes...
It would be great if there is a wooden box.
I can sleep comfortably and leave it to fate whether I can wake up the next day.
If you wake up, you will continue to work in the factory and live a life without future and hope; if you don't wake up, you will be truly free and avoid suffering anymore.
However, there are only a few people who are willing to take the initiative to give up their lives. After all, "it is better to live than die."
now.
In an alley on the west side of a food processing factory, people wearing tattered cotton clothes and jackets can be seen everywhere, wrapped in "quilts" made of discarded newspapers and papers, sleeping on the floor.
Some people were trembling, some were breathing up and down, but some were motionless.
And a girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with bare feet that were purple from the cold and long black hair that had not been washed for a long time and was tangled, was huddled at the entrance of the alley.
Obviously, a holey down jacket and a pair of thin jeans cannot help a girl survive the early spring nights in Eastern Europe.
Especially the feet without shoes and with swollen wounds on the soles of the feet.
Even if she managed to survive tonight, there would still be questions tomorrow morning about whether blood could circulate in her feet, or whether the wound infection would lead to ulceration.
The girl worked in a processing factory across the alley, but when she was finishing today's workload and preparing to find a bridge or sewer entrance to spend the night, she was targeted by a group of National Guardsmen.
They wanted her to provide "service" with two days' worth of high-end food, but the girl was determined not to comply.
Seeing the girl's resistance, the group of national guards were not angry. Instead, they forcibly took off her shoes. The captain of the guard also smiled at her and said:
"Little girl, we are not heinous bad people. We will let you serve us sincerely, so as not to be said by others that we are strong! Hahaha!"
After saying that, the group of escorts drove away.
Without shoes, the girl could not walk far at all, and this alley did not welcome newcomers, so she had to curl up and lie at the entrance of the alley, sobbing softly:
"Dad...Mom...I miss you so much. When will you come back...I'm so cold...so hungry..."
Until now, the girl still has certain fantasies.
Although the mayor of City 13 said that humanity's final counterattack had failed, the girl still firmly believed that her parents who participated in the counterattack must still be fighting there and would one day overthrow the rule of the United Empire.
"Chi!"
However, at this moment, a patrol SUV suddenly braked and stopped on the street in front of the alley.
"Tap!"
Immediately afterwards, four National Guardsmen without octopus heads got out of the car and walked towards the girl, talking and laughing.
Come closer.
The captain of the team with a mohawk squatted half in front of the girl, reached out and patted the girl's cheek, and persuaded with a hypocritical smile:
"How about it, have you made up your mind? Do you want to come back with us? There is a stove, hot soup, and plenty of food to keep you satisfied."
"No...don't...don't touch me!"
The girl struggled weakly.
"Tsk!" Seeing that the girl was still resisting, a guard said impatiently, "Captain, why don't we just take her back!"
"Oh, that's fine. I underestimated this little bitch's willpower." The captain of the Human Women Corps stood up and motioned to his men to move the girl to the car.
Before the Seven-Hour War, they were just a group of gangsters and gangsters. After the Seven-Hour War, they saw that City 13 had formed a National Guard and recruited members, so they volunteered to join it.
Since they were among the first batch of escorts, they had a lot of power in City No. 13. What they usually liked to do most was to use this power to torture the mentality, spirit and body of their compatriots to satisfy their empty desires after the end of the world.
only…
"It hurts me to death! Why is there a wall here?!"
However, when the captain of the female cadre turned around and wanted to continue moving back to the off-road vehicle, she hit a "wall of air".
The impact caused blood to pour out of its nostrils.
At the same time, it and its men also heard a deep voice containing endless anger:
"A bunch of bastards..."
