Facts have proved that the rumor is indeed correct. As their bodies atrophy, the venerables in Fearless are unable to move for a long time.
Soshyan tried his best to move Brother Said out of the secret room after sleeping, and asked other battle monks to move him to the armory of the fortress, where the technical sergeant was usually in charge.
But now Soshyan is facing a serious problem of manpower shortage.
During the World Engine War, the Chapter could be said to have been completely wiped out. Not only were all the veterans and elites killed, but also all technical personnel, including pharmacists, priests, master forgers, think tanks, etc. were lost.
It can be said that the current Astral Knights Chapter cannot even maintain the most basic structure of the Holy Code.
The Armory, Apothecary Guild, Chapter Monastery and other institutions are all vacant, so many things cannot be done.
In desperation, Soshyan could only search the existing personnel list. He didn't know it without looking at it. At a glance, he found that there seemed to be some mystery about the personnel left behind by Chapter Captain Amurad.
Among these thirty-three recruits, there happened to be a technical sergeant, a trainee pharmacist, and a trainee priest, but there was no think tank.
According to Brother Said, the Eleventh Legion does not have a think tank.
Soshyan immediately summoned the technical sergeant apprentice.
Rico Rogris officially entered service ten years ago. Because of his sensitivity to machinery, he was spotted by the Forge Master of the Chapter and became a reserve technical sergeant. He was also given a servo skull made by the Forge Master himself.
"Chapter Commander, you are looking for me."
In the Chapter Commander's private meeting room, Soshyan met the reserve technical sergeant.
This is a young man full of energy and enthusiasm. The red power armor fits him perfectly. As a technical sergeant, he naturally carries a heavy servo arm and a large number of maintenance devices, but this does not affect his steady pace.
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The comment left by the previous foundry master was that he was a young man with great potential and had his own unique insights into the transformation of machinery.
"Yes."
Soshyan, who was behind the desk, picked up a data tablet and said:
"How many large-scale instruments are still in normal use in the armory?"
"Uh... during the battle, the previous chapter leader took away most of the ordnance. Now there are only one Land Raider, one Stormraven gunship, one Thunderhawk under repair, and two tactical motorcycles left in the armory.
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"Where's the small arms reserve?"
"There are still one hundred and thirty bases of bolt bombs, nineteen spare bolters, twenty chain saws, ten power swords, one plasma pistol, two melta guns, two flamethrowers, heavy explosions
Two bombs, nine armor-piercing rockets, and ten boxes of various grenades."
Soshyan rubbed his head. These numbers looked okay, but in fact they couldn't sustain a few battles.
"Why are small arms stocks so low?"
"Because it coincides with the equipment replenishment period, if there are no accidents, the next batch of replenishment supplies will arrive in a standard Terra month..."
One standard Terran month.
Soshyan wasn't sure he had that much time.
"I understand, Rogris, you should also know the situation of the battle group. Now the armory can only rely on you for the time being. Do you have confidence?"
"I--"
Rogers hesitated for a moment.
"I still haven't learned a lot of things. If I operate randomly, I'm afraid it will cause serious consequences."
Soshyan knew that what he said was not modest. To become a qualified technical sergeant, a process was necessary - to go to Mars in the Mechanicus to study abroad for a period of time.
There they will learn how to properly appease machine spirits and serve Omsenia, where before they could only be regarded as laymen.
Roglis hasn't gotten to this point yet, so his worries are inevitable.
"But there are currently no redundant manpower to take over your job, so we can only try. If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely let you go to Mars to learn the ways of Omsenia. The situation is difficult, and we can only use the strength of the battle group to
The future is the most important thing.”
The technical sergeant's legs suddenly closed together and he said loudly:
"One breath is still alive! The battle group will last forever!"
"Very good. You should deal with Brother Seid's dormancy first, then check the inventory, and report anything in time."
After the technical sergeant left, Soshyan summoned the trainee pharmacist Nasin Balitaem.
"How much gene seed inventory is left in the war group now?"
Nasin Balitaem is an old acquaintance of Soshyan. They served in the same batch, so he knew this capable man very well. After meeting, he went straight to the point without any polite words.
"After submitting the tithe tax, there are still 22 seeds left in the Chapter's gene seed bank. Including the 27 seeds brought back by Chapter Leader, the total is 49."
"If we rely on existing gene seeds, how long will it take to return to normal scale?"
The trainee pharmacist in white armor sighed softly and replied helplessly:
"Chapter Commander, frankly speaking, relying only on the existing gene seeds, it will be difficult for us to return to the scale of the past even if it takes ten centuries."
Then before Soshyan spoke, he added another sentence.
"And because I haven't completely mastered the process and steps of the reconstruction surgery, the success rate of the surgery is likely to be only one-third of the original. This is a very realistic situation, and I have to make it clear."
"I understand, then your task now is to take good care of those gene seeds."
"receive."
The third person summoned was the new Chapter Chaplain Yazdan Shahinyan.
He has only served for ten years, but this seemingly taciturn man has some kind of enthusiasm that is difficult to detect. In the past brief contact, Soshyan discovered that he has an extremely firm belief.
It was this belief that allowed him to enter the discernment of the chaplains of the previous generation of war groups.
During the meeting, Soshyan also discovered that no matter how well the two of them hid it, they could still feel some kind of uneasiness and loss.
Only Yazdan has not shown any trace of this from beginning to end. The flame in his heart has not been extinguished. Compared with the previous one, he set higher goals and requirements for himself at the beginning of the group's crisis.
Such a person, under the current situation, is undoubtedly an excellent helper for Soshyan to clean up the situation in the war group.
He immediately shared with the other party his views on the low morale within the battle group, and Yazdan also said that he would do his best to boost everyone's morale.
After finishing the day's meeting, Soshyan sat behind his desk, listening to the ticking sound of the Thinker's computer, thinking about the future of the chapter in his mind, and then being dragged into the weird and bizarre ancient secrets.
Secrets, sometimes the more you know, the better. Soshyan realized this very deeply.
Those appalling secrets were like a torture, torturing his mind.
great expedition
emperor
web channel
11th Legion
Primarch
Soshyan never thought that something so far away would one day have direct contact with him. He leaned back tiredly and rested his head on the chair.
He decided not to explain their true identity and position to the recruits for the time being, including the path they would take in the future. He was not sure that it would be beneficial to say this now. He could only wait for the opportunity, or first recruit a few core members to form a composition similar to that of the Seid monks.
of secret societies.
It can be foreseen that for a long time, they will continue to operate under the name of the original war group.