Berry was relieved. Windsor Bellow's method was indeed the best one at the moment. Not only did it not waste Allen's painstaking efforts, but it also increased Sirius's combat strength. Operate this project within Sirius. Since it was a magic weapon produced by Bescot himself, there was no need to worry about it having too much of an impact on the outside magic weapon market. As for someone who wanted to put their hand into Marshal Greed's pocket, they would have to measure their own weight.
"Let Allen do it. If you need anything, just contact Mirren directly." Windsor Belo stretched lazily and said, "I have to go to sleep. I haven't slept for a few days."
Berry's heart tightened. "What, has the interstellar defense line been attacked again?"
After all, not long ago, Fury Andos and Silver Edge Parral had attacked once. If the aliens attacked again, the frequency of this attack would obviously be a little higher.
Windsor Bellow shrugged and said, "Nothing much. It's a fleet this time. That guy Andos forgot the pain when his scar healed. I taught him another lesson. This time, he shouldn't be able to go to war for a month or two. And Kuvag, Mula, and Yuki are all back. There's no need for me to play in the future. "
Kuvag and the others were generals second only to Windsor Bellow in Sirius. Together with Mirren, they were known as the Four Generals of Sirius, and all of them were experts who could stand on their own. Even if he was thrown into the system of the Federation Army, he would still be able to challenge a general. Apart from Mirren, who was Windsor Bellow's adjutant and had been accompanying her for many years, the rest of the three generals had their own missions. This time, Windsor Bellow transferred them back, and there were four generals guarding them. Unless the people of Nelm or the Kidds attacked in full force, there would really be no place for Windsor Bellow to appear.
Berry relaxed a little and immediately ended the communication. He contacted his adjutant, Mirren, and applied to Sirius for a talent deployment. According to Allen's request, he needed at least one more gun designer and a related team. If the final proposal was feasible, they would need at least a small-scale munitions factory to meet the production needs of the assembly line.
"No problem. There will be a material starship heading to Nether Domain Star tomorrow. The technical team you need will go with the ship." Mirren smiled and said, "Tell Sergeant Allen to do well and not let Marshal down."
Only then did the call end.
In the afternoon, Allen extracted ten semi-finished sequence templates from the warehouse. With the help of a few assistants, he completed the activation of the energy conduction array and the installation of the source point. Then, he installed them into the test gun that he had prepared early in the morning. At this moment, Adam knocked on the door and came in. "Sergeant, the Colonel has already mobilized people to assist in the data collection, but they …"
Adam waved his hand in the air and made a helpless expression. "I guess you'll have to see for yourself. Personally, I don't think they're the best choice."
Puzzled, Allen arrived outside the workshop building. There were a hundred people standing loosely outside the building. Seeing Allen come out, a man yawned, scratched the back of his head, and walked over. Seeing Allen, he smiled and said, "It's you? I didn't expect the sergeant to be the supervisor of the Sequence Workshop. No wonder he spoke so confidently yesterday. He is indeed a big shot. "
There weren't many talents in sequence design. Not to mention masters, even technicians were talents that the government and nobles competed for. Just like Allen, even if he didn't have any other identity, just his ability to design sequences was enough for him to enjoy all sorts of special treatment in the base. Even though he was only a sergeant, even the base supervisor had to be polite when he saw him.
In times of unfavorable battle, the sequence technician and his team had the priority to evacuate. Not long ago, the Blade Demon invaded the base. Before Major Luda escaped, he had to prioritize the evacuation of the two technicians in the base. Unfortunately, they were still killed by the Saber Demon in the chaos. For this reason, Lu Da still had to face some commands. Of course, with Russen protecting him, these accusations could only be left unsettled in the end.
As for now, it was not an exaggeration for the man in front of him to call Allen a "big shot". However, on the chaotic battlefield, most soldiers advocated force, so this title was somewhat demeaning.
Allen looked and recognized that this person was Lieutenant Peter, the commander of the Border Rong Army, who had caused trouble in the dormitory last night.
"Looks like Colonel Berry has really chosen some good candidates for me." Allen said helplessly.
Lieutenant Peter spread out his hands and said, "Berry told us to come over. Well, now we've seen him. It doesn't look interesting here at all. Sergeant, we'll be leaving first. "
He turned around and was about to leave when an assistant behind Allen shouted, "Wait, you're the people Colonel Berry called to assist us in the test. How can you leave just like that?"
"Test?" Peter smiled at his soldiers and said, "We're not interested in what these women do."
The Bian Rong Army laughed.
Allen was still holding a test gun that had just been installed. He raised it and pointed the muzzle at Peter.
Peter's smile gradually froze as he turned his head and said, "Sergeant, I don't like being pointed at with a gun."
The other soldiers also revealed malicious smiles. Allen believed that if Peter gave the order, they would pounce on him regardless of everything. As for the rules of the base, they were simply dispensable to the Bian Rong Army. Allen raised his arm and activated his Origin Energy. The markings on the gun lit up and shot out a blazing missile into the sky. The missile that flickered with flames flew dozens of meters into the sky before exploding with all its might, creating a ball of flames.
Peter frowned, "A magic energy gun? Is this your weapon, Sergeant? "
"If you participate in the test, it might be your weapon." Allen said.
Peter shrugged and said, "I'm not interested in this kind of child's play."
"I don't think you understand, Lieutenant." Allen looked at the soldiers behind him and said, "I'm talking about you, not you. I'm talking about your soldiers. They will likely be equipped with such weapons. Do you understand? "
"Impossible." Peter shook his head and said, "These fellows are at most rank 7 or 8 Origin Energy. They can't even drive a rank 1 Magic Weapon. You still expect them to be equipped with magic energy guns!"
"If it's just conventional weapons, what do I want you to do?" Allen shook the magic energy gun in his hand and said, "This is a project to normalize magic weapons. Once it is realized, even soldiers can use magic energy weapons, as long as they have a Level 4 or 5 Origin Energy. I don't think that's difficult, right? "
He paused for a moment and said, "I know who you are. You are thrown into idleness and are not valued." Thus, he faced the world with indifference and laughter, but it didn't change anything. I think you know this very well. I don't dare to say what changes these tests will bring to you. But at the very least, if you still have a little unwillingness, if you still remember the original intention of joining the army, then come in and find me. At least give it a try. It won't be much of a loss for you, will it? "
After saying that, he didn't wait for Peter and the others to agree. Allen gestured and returned to the workshop with his assistants. Peter and the others stood outside the workshop. They put away their careless expressions and were obviously thinking about what Allen had just said. After a long time, Peter asked, "What do you say?"
The soldier said, "Boss, you have the final say."
"I think that kid is right. Anyway, it will only waste an afternoon at most. " Peter shrugged and said, "We've been wasting time since we were thrown into the Border Rong Army. Do we care about another afternoon?"
The answer was naturally no, so the hundred or so people continued to walk into the workshop.
There was an open space behind the workshop. This was usually used to test the Demon Martial Arts. Now, let someone set up a row of practice shooting targets. Peter and the others let Allen bring them to the open space and follow Allen's instructions. They will be divided into ten groups of ten people, each group of ten, and take turns shooting with a test gun to collect a series of reference data such as sequence power, number of uses, and average Origin Energy levels of soldiers.
At first, the soldiers were skeptical, but when the first group successfully activated the sequence and used fire missiles to blast the row/shooting targets into ashes, the soldiers were all excited. Among them, the highest level of Origin Energy was only at the eighth level. Even a first-grade magic weapon could not be driven. Now that they had successfully used a secondary magic weapon, it was like a dream to them.
Allen and his assistant were busy collecting data. The shooting target was blasted into ashes, and the power was not bad. However, the equivalent of the sequence in terms of Origin Energy requirements exceeded Allen's set value. This was because a few soldiers with low Origin Energy levels were almost unable to stand up after firing a shot. This was not what Allen wanted.
Thus, he and his assistant made an adjustment to the sequence of the test guns before letting the second group go on stage.
Following that, several groups of tests were passed, and the sequence was constantly adjusted. In the last group, they shot a total of three rounds before they could meet Allen's most basic requirements.
It was already evening, and today's test was over. When Allen asked his men to take back the test guns in the hands of the soldiers, they were still a little reluctant. Allen stepped forward and said to Peter, "If you are willing to cooperate, I hope you can change another group of soldiers to report to me in three days."
Lieutenant Peter frowned and said, "Can't these guys do it? I think they all want to live here as long as you agree. "
Allen shook his head and smiled, "This project was proposed to promote it throughout the army. I want to collect as many Origin Energy parameters as possible so that I can finally determine the consumption of the sequence. Therefore, the more experimenters the better. This way, the more accurate the reference data will be. "
"Alright, I don't understand these things anyway." Peter suddenly put away his smile and said in a deep voice, "I thank you on their behalf, sergeant. You gave them a chance to try. "
Allen shook his head and said, "No, you should thank yourselves. You gave yourself a chance. "
Peter smiled and said, "No matter what, at least before leaving Blood Hawk Base, these guys found the feeling of being soldiers again. I think we will all miss this place after we leave. "
After leaving the follow-up work to the assistant, Allen and Peter walked out of the workshop together and said, "What exactly is going on with the Border Rong Army?"
"Don't you know everything?" Peter looked at him and said.
Allen smiled and said, "Are you talking about rumors? But I want to know the real you. This way, my parameter collection work might be smoother. "
"Actually, it's nothing much. To put it bluntly, we are just like the guys from the Charge Camp. We are just abandoned pieces. However, I still envy the guys from the Charge Camp. At the very least, they can still die on the battlefield. A real battlefield! "Peter lowered his head and smiled. The afterglow of the setting sun cast a deep shadow on his face.
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