The two then fell into a long silence, just burying their heads in the drink, until they were both a little drunk, and then fell asleep on the sofa. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoWhen the two woke up again, it was already more than ten hours later. Iron Slag first went back to the bedroom to take a shower, changed clothes, and then put on big sunglasses and went to the city wall to inspect the post-war work.

Not far away, on the Gobi Desert, several large pits have been dug and are burning with raging fires. The smell of burnt smell came with the wind, and the corpses were faintly visible all over the ground, and it was a completely sad scene.

It's 3 a.m. on dr3716-12-20 in Yincheng time, and 21 a.m. on Set time, and the sky is not yet bright, and the temperature is very low, close to minus 30 degrees. He put on a fur coat and stared at the firelight in a daze.

"Up?" Suddenly, Zhao Wenke's voice came from behind him.

"Hmm." Iron Slag didn't look back, just answered.

"We are trying to clean up the bodies before dawn." Zhao Wenke stepped forward and stood side by side with the iron slag. After the insect tide receded, he did not immediately go back to rest, but injected himself with stimulants to stay awake, and then arranged for logistics personnel who were not involved in the battle to deal with the scene. Because there are so many corpses, if you delay until daytime, when the temperature rises, the stench will be unbearable.

In addition to the original support staff, he also called the miners who had taken refuge here and transported the bodies outside the fortress by pallet truck. The corpses of the humans were arranged in rows, and the corpses of the insects were pried off the loot, thrown into a large pit dug, doused with oil, and burned on the spot. By the time the iron slag walked up the wall, he hadn't closed his eyes for more than thirty hours.

"Aren't you going to rest for a while?" Iron Slag asked.

"It's okay, I'm professionally trained, it's okay if I don't sleep for a week." Zhao Wenke said.

"Hmm." Iron Slag simply nodded, he is not a mother-in-law, and it is already rare to be able to care about others.

"By the way......" After a moment of silence, Zhao Wenke suddenly said, "In the future, recruit more ordinary soldiers, don't use all insects." ”

"Why?" The iron slag was a little puzzled. Compared with ordinary humans, although the insect transformer is a little difficult to manage, its strength is much higher, and if it is worn with mechanical power armor, its combat power will rise in a straight line, and it is no worse than that of low-level psionic warriors.

"These insectants have been injected with Jack for a long time, and their brain tissue is so damaged that they cannot be resurrected using mechanical modification technology after death." Zhao Wenke said.

Merchants and mercenaries in the Silver City world, from large group companies and interdimensional legions, to individual traders and gangsters, like to use transformers. This is true of the Lin family and the Blackstone Mercenary Regiment in Sand City, the Chamber of Commerce in Luoyan Town, the Chamber of Commerce in Iceland, and the Old Blind Eye of Wind Sand Castle, the Red Scorpion Legion, and the Green Bee Mobile Regiment.

Why do they prefer to transform people? In fact, the reason is very simple, because after the production of mechanical power armor was banned, the only thing they could hire with money was the mechanical transformation man.

Under normal circumstances, a good psyker will choose to join the Temple or Notre Dame, or become a vassal nobleman of a large noble, a territorial noble. If they are not elected, even if they are not good, they will go to the World Parliament to mix up a noble title and receive a "living allowance". Unless someone can give enough money, they will give up their allowances and titles. But this is "enough", at least five times more than the standard of the allowance of the World Parliament, because money cannot be exchanged for social status and glory.

However, spending five times the price is obviously not worth the loss, so it is better to hire a few more reformers. Although they were far inferior to psionics wearing power armor, they were many times stronger than ordinary human soldiers and most low-level insects. Not only do they have bodies made of steel, but they can also replace parts, and as long as they don't get hit by the vital points, they can be as good as new in a few days.

Another point is that repairs are cheaper than medical care. Whether it is money or time, the cost of training a doctor is several times that of a mechanic.

However, not everyone is suitable for transformation, bodily functions are one thing, and the required bonds are another.

There is a saying in the industry: "A reformed person without family and obsession is like a wild horse that has no use value." ”

When a person dies, the brain and spine are taken out and made into a modified person, and the desire to be a human is lost.

No libido, no appetite, no taste in life, and the only pleasure you can enjoy is adding Jack to the nutrient solution, but this will damage the brain tissue and make it dull. Therefore, unless they have a family, or some other obsession, they can support them to live a boring life and work hard for the organization.

Those who have families usually have to earn money to go back to support their families and take care of their wives, sons and daughters. Those who have obsessions, such as revenge, such as vanity, and simply do not want to die. All in all, it's what it means for them to live and make money.

This is also the reason why Lina and Mu Yuqin would rather him die like this than make him a modified person when the iron slag was injured in the first place.

It's better to live like this than to die.

Then, Zhao Wenke analyzed that mechanical power armor is always a contraband, and it is easy to arouse suspicion when used in large quantities.

"How's the price?" Iron Slag asked. Although he has killed a lot of reformers, he knows the industry completely.

"Looking at the specific model, the most advanced thing now is the demon biochemical transformation technology, the body of the half-mechanical and half-demon organization, it is said that the combat power can reach the platinum level, or even the diamond level, but the cost is extremely high, and it requires the body tissue of the abyss archdemon, which is priceless." Zhao Wenke tightened his clothes and introduced, "As for the ordinary level transformer, the combat power is about between the middle level of black iron and the first level of silver, it depends on the combat skills and nerve reaction speed of the transformation person itself, in fact, it ......" He paused, and then said, "It's that the one-time cost is relatively high, the follow-up maintenance fee is very low, and the mercenary fee is about the same as that of ordinary human warriors." ”

"Sounds like a good idea." Iron slag was soon moved by Zhao Wenke's words. He has fought with the reformers many times, although each time it is easy to deal with, but he knows that he is bullying the reformers to react slowly, and every time he relies on sneak attacks, surprises, attacks unpreparedness, and kills them with thunderous means.

But if the two sides set up a position to fight, even with his strength today, he would feel difficult to deal with a dozen or so at the same time.

"When we settle down here, let's go to the Transhuman Hospital in Wind Sand Castle, where I happen to have an old classmate who is the head of the technical department." Zhao Wenke hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Although I don't want to say this, now is indeed a good time to buy a reformer, because after the insect tide, the last thing that is missing in the wind and sand castle is corpses." ”

Under normal circumstances, the manufacturer will provide the resume of the transformer, and only need to negotiate with the parties, sign the contract, and pay the renovation fee, and then take it away. But reformers are not slaves, but free civilians, so buying reformers who have no friendship in the first place will take a certain risk.

If the other party defaults, it can only shout loss. Because in the world of Silver City, if a person violates the law, he also needs to solve it through the court. It is not uncommon for the reformers who bought it back to cheat. I have to say that the situation of transforming people is much better than that of insects.

Therefore, in most cases, it is only those who understand the person before their death and have a certain emotional foundation will invest in transformation. Moreover, not everyone is willing to be made into a modified person who is not a human or a ghost, and there are many people who swallow a gun and commit suicide after waking up. But that's not the most troublesome, the most troublesome are those who hesitate at the beginning, live for a while, feel that it's not interesting, and then give up.

Buyers often have nothing to return and no place to cry. The only hope is that they don't damage their bodies significantly when they commit suicide, so that they can recoup some of their losses.

Next, the two chatted about some trivial matters again, until Lilith came to find the iron slag, and Zhao Wenke continued to be busy.

At this moment, Lilith was wearing a dark green military coat, and her little face was red from the cold. The night temperature in Desert 5 is very low, reaching minus 45 degrees Celsius at the coldest time, so the fortress has stocked up with a lot of warm clothing for emergencies.

The style and texture of this military cloth is ancient, made of cotton cloth, thick and heavy. Although it is not as light as the "space suit" filled with poultry feathers, it is comfortable to the touch and cheap, and was widely used by the military before the ancient nuclear war.

Hagrid was very fond of this kind of big hat, saying that "it can be worn and used as a quilt", so everyone sent one, even the iron slag. So, every night, you can see groups of patrol soldiers dressed like Far Eastern rice dumplings, walking up and down the city walls.

"Boss, the results of the battle damage are out." Lilith said, holding a few printouts.

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded and motioned for her to continue.

"The Chifeng Guards reduced their number of fighters by 293 people, of which 218 were killed, 75 were seriously wounded, and 961 were slightly wounded."

"The wild boar group was reduced by one person, three people were slightly injured, six people were slightly injured in the sand fox group, all members of the nightingale group were not injured, and all members of the maintenance team were not injured."

"The logistics brigade has reduced its strength by 97 people, of whom 55 were killed, 42 were seriously wounded, and 231 were lightly wounded."

"More than 2,400 miners have taken refuge, with one-fifth killed or wounded."

"All kinds of business personnel ......"

Lilith reported one by one, and it took more than ten minutes to read the information.

"Good work." Iron Slag turned around, looked Lilith in the eye, and said.

"No...... Don't work hard......" Staring at him, Lilith felt a palpitation for no reason, and involuntarily took half a step back.

"What's wrong?" Seeing this, Iron Slag suddenly grinned. The smile was so bad that Lilith was flustered.

"Don't ...... Don't come, I'm ...... I don't accompany/sleep ......" In a panic, Lilith blurted out subconsciously.

"When did I ask you to accompany/sleep?" Iron Slag's face sank, and he said with a frown. The tone was extremely serious, and he put on the posture of a superior person.

"That'...... So what are you laughing at? Lilith said timidly.

"Can't I laugh?" Iron Slag asked earnestly.

Perhaps it was because he made so much sense that Lilith lowered her head and did not dare to look him in the eye, and after a long while, she said, "Woo...... Boss, Lilith is wrong......"

Iron Slag immediately snorted coldly and looked at the firelight not far away.