Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

"The operation achieved decent results,"

"Although there were significant personnel losses, with ten squads dispatched and only two squads totaling four people returning, one of those is disabled."

"We also uncovered what is likely a new aspect of the Bug Race—they have a certain capability in information technology, which we'll need to guard against in the future. Minister Likok from the Information Department of the Scientific Research Institute is already focusing on this research."

"Hmm..." Weslin nodded, indicating he was aware of the general outcome of the operation.

"Additionally, of the two squads that returned, one is left with only its captain, while the captain of the other is disabled, leaving just two members. How should we deal with their unit assignments?"

"Deal with such matters yourselves—just follow the standard procedures," Weslin could not be bothered with these trivialities. There were set rules and regulations in place for this kind of thing, no need for his attention.

"Yes, sir!" The aide-de-camp nodded in response.

"Knock, knock, knock!" Suddenly, there was a knocking at the door, and a visitor had arrived outside the closed door of the office.

A guard at the door loyally announced the visitor, "Camp Commanders Carlos and Hamilton request to see the Marshal."

Weslin's brows furrowed slightly, and he replied, "Come in."

Hamilton was the first to enter, taking hurried and heavy steps, "Marshal, I heard that the soldiers sent on this mission have returned?"

Carlos, following behind, watched the speaking Hamilton and kept silent. What the other man said was exactly what he wanted to ask.

"Yes, what about it?"

"One of the mech pilots from our armored battalion was a reserve. Although he survived this mission, I think such military operations are still too dangerous for him. As you know, it's not easy for us to train any mech pilot capable of maneuvering a mecha, and dying in such a place would be a waste of talent."

It was no secret among high-ranking officers that the team capturing sand worms had been ambushed by the Bug Race and all communication signals with the base had been severed. The large-scale deployment couldn't be hidden from them, and with a little inquiry, they would know why there was an urgent mobilization.

Before coming here, Hamilton had already inquired about the surviving combatants who had returned. He was relieved to hear that the unique artificial human soldier was still alive, but the next moment, he thought to come to the Marshal to voice his opinion.

After hearing a few words, Weslin knew what the other was aiming for and prompted, "So?"

"So, I'm applying for his removal from the special forces unit assignment and for him to become fully integrated into our armored battalion."

Having two unit assignments was rare enough in the military you could count such individuals on one hand.

Bai E.

Only that special artificial human soldier enjoyed such honor. Weslin hadn't seen the personnel list for this mission, but now knew who Hamilton was talking about.

This caused a troubled expression to form, "Him... That was a conclusion we all discussed and agreed upon at the time. I'm afraid it's not good to change it on a whim."

"Even if he is a mech pilot from your armored battalion, he should still see some action, right?" Carlos, who had been standing behind, finally spoke up, "Last time on the battlefield if just one of your men had a firmer will, they wouldn't have led so many with Titan-class armaments to total annihilation."

Carlos never opposed letting Bai E take risks. In this era, no one could grow up safely without facing danger.

This era had not only physical enemies like bugs and beastmen but also spiritual adversaries like high-dimensional demons. Without confronting these kinds of difficulties and dangers while honing their skills and minds, human warriors would never be able to truly stand on their own.

In this era, there were no indispensable people. For the future of all humanity, every human was expendable.

"You..." Hamilton's face darkened, but Weslin interrupted.

"So, Carlos, what brings you here?" Weslin did not want to deal with Hamilton, a forceful officer who, once set on something, would use all means to achieve it, occasionally becoming quite a headache.

"I came to ask if the natural human status reward we talked about for Bai E still stands?"

"Of course it does." For a warrior he also valued, Weslin was more than willing to help.

"Great. He has made significant contributions in this battle, and he himself is also interested in promotion. Given that his squad captain has been seriously injured and disabled in this battle, why not let him become the squad captain, also granting him the highest coordination rights at the same level and priority in personnel selection?"

Highest coordination rights at the same level meant that during joint missions by special forces squads, one could directly exercise command over everyone involved.

The reason why the hierarchy of command between the three special forces squads that last went to support the refugees was so readily established is precisely this.

When separated, they each command their own squad, but during a joint mission, it equates to being a mid-level officer.

As for prioritizing the selection of personnel... it's that when a new team is formed, the captain can freely choose from the regular roster the people needed, generally only newly assigned unit captains have this privilege, while reconstructed units simply get what they are given.

Weslin furrowed his brow and asked, "Are the military achievements sufficient?"

Carlos nodded, "Sufficient."

"Then let's do that," Weslin waved his hand, and seeing Hamilton wanting to say something, he hurriedly interrupted, "That's settled then, there are established regulations for this, no need to report these routine matters to me in the future."

"Yes! Marshal!"

...

Tiger was leaving the camp.

Leaning on a walking stick, he moved with difficulty; in his bones he had a bit of stubborn pride and would not want his former teammates to support him, he wasn't that frail yet.

"Let us take you there," You said with some reluctance, looking at her former captain. Even after Bai E's emergency rescue and subsequent treatment in the medical bay, Tiger's face, due to the significant blood loss, still looked abnormally pale.

"No need," Tiger smiled cheerfully, surprisingly looking forward to future life, "My old comrades are all waiting for me outside, they've been living on Black Street for so long, I can go straight to them, there won't be any problem."

Even if they didn't know each other or had never met, just by virtue of being disabled veterans driven out by the military, they were naturally brothers, and occasional contact meant they were aware of each other's existence.

"But you right now..." You's character was just as stubborn, her eyes fixed on Tiger's empty trouser leg, biting her lip trying to insist.

"Go back!" Tiger's expression darkened, his authoritative captain's demeanor on display once again, "Remember! You are warriors of the city, personal feelings should not waste too much of your time. Every second you have should be spent for the sake of all humanity."

You's lips trembled, she firmly responded, "Yes! Captain!"

Tiger looked back nostalgically at the neatly arranged tents in the distance, that was his past life.

After one last glance, Tiger turned decisively, "I'm off."

"Captain..." Bai E, who had been silent until now, stepped forward with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "You can recover and be normal."

Bai E never spoke without purpose, Tiger's heart skipped a beat, he waved his hand, "We'll talk if there's chance... I'm off."

Watching Tiger's staggering figure leave, it was a long time before Bai E said to You, "Let's go back." Find adventures on empire

"Yeah..." You nodded obediently.

After they parted, Bai E turned and left the camp.

As for Tiger going to live on Black Street, Gilder would look after him somewhat, so he wouldn't be at a disadvantage, hence he was not too worried.

Regarding the body...

He had received feedback from Wen Jie concerning human modification technology, and among the items that dropped during the two surges, there were biotechnological components for human biomechanical modification. With both the technology and hardware available, restoring normal human mobility might not be so far-fetched.

Noon, Bai E, facing the sunlight, arrived at the underground storage facility in the wilderness.

Gilder and the Rat People had begun to reside permanently in Black Street, and players habitually waited here.

"My Lord..."

"Hmm~" Bai E nodded, his gaze serene, "How has Black Street been these past few days?"

"Black Street..." Dai Lian repeated softly, recalling the management of Black Street in the past days.