Chapter 664 Dear 663, will the war insurance come?
Chapter 664 663. Dear, will the war insurance come?
The conversation between Fraser and his father continued, but after the colonel voiced his concerns, the conversation shifted from Count Lyon to the colonel.
After realizing that the Cato region might fall victim to this black disaster, Count Lyon rationally stopped asking his son to withdraw from the army immediately. This cunning and profound nobleman knew very well what his son said.
Far from a boring rendering of fear.
That's the absolute worst-case scenario that's possible.
As Fraser asserted, the Capetian family could not accept the result of losing the Cato region. Most importantly, other allies of their family could not accept this fate. The Earl of Lyon was not a soldier, but he was in the name of "Power"
The enemies you face on the battlefield are no easier to deal with than gnolls.
Therefore, both publicly and privately, Count Lyon must make preparations immediately.
He is really unwilling to cooperate with the Transian barbarians.
But at present, it seems that this is a choice that is beneficial to both parties, and with the influence of the Capet family in the Plantagenet Kingdom, once the count makes up his mind, the currently slack armaments in the Cato region can be effectively strengthened immediately.
But the biggest problem in that place is not on the surface.
In order to appease the Wolfsbane clan and transfer their power on Greene Island, King Louis had assigned part of the Cato region to Old Edward for management.
Of course, this exchange of interests also involves the Cape family's deep involvement.
The Earl of Lyon didn't nod. No matter how great old Edward was, he couldn't integrate into the circle of the Cato area as soon as possible. Now that the Wolfsbane clan has taken root in the Cato area, if the Earl of Lyon wants to strengthen the defense there, he must
Got on the same page with the Wolfsbane clan.
In this matter, the Count of Lyon decided to listen to his son's advice.
He is a very self-aware person, he is good at maneuvering and communication, but he is not very good at thinking at these strategic levels. His son is much better than himself in this aspect.
Moreover, what Fraser said just now made Earl Lyon quite satisfied.
This is a conversation between the next generation of Cape family heads and the current head of the family!
Being able to say this has proved that Fraser has the consciousness to devote himself to the family, which is very good. It seems that his son has also learned a lot in the war, just like a tempered peerless sword.
One day he will be unsheathed, one day he will become famous on the mainland, and then, the Cape family's hope for further progress will come.
While the father and son were talking, other patients were being treated in the field hospital.
More than a hundred wounded people were sent here through the portal of the Blood Eagle Clan. Now Afeng has been recalled urgently, and even Lady Judy, a surgeon who has not performed surgery for many years, has been recruited.
In the tent set up by the field hospital, operations were being carried out one after another at the same time. The simple sutures and treatments were left to Afeng's apprentices. Aunt Jules also led a group of priests from the Church of Avalon.
Here to help with treatment.
However, the situation of many people in the Gorse Artillery Corps who followed Colonel Fraser into the battlefield was not optimistic. The battle at the last moment was too wild. Many people died in the battle, and almost everyone who survived was injured.
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"This requires amputation! His leg has been completely infected by the filthy weapon, and the bones have poisonous spots. The priests' purification techniques can only suppress the contamination and prevent it from spreading. If he wants to survive, he will have to lose a leg.
At least one!"
Afeng was wearing a white doctor's robe and a cotton mask. He shouted to the apprentices beside him, and someone immediately went to prepare surgical items.
Nefertari, the mummy who came here with her disciple to see the world and give him a hand, curled her lips and showed a strange expression on the mummy's face.
She pointed at the artillery captain who was left with his last breath and relied on Father Avalon's healing skills to hang on to his life, and said to Afeng:
"There's no need to treat this kind of thing, right? He was severely disabled when he was rescued, and it's not a bad thing that he was contaminated by the jackal's voodoo. As long as I get permission, I can immediately transform him into a zombie or mummy.
Because if he died of filth, he would be resurrected and become a powerful undead with poison specialization."
"Shut up, my mentor."
A Feng sighed.
He glanced at the surrounding Plantagenet soldiers who were all angry after hearing Nefertari's "nonsense".
He reached out and covered the mummy's mouth, which was still about to speak, and said to her:
"I know you don't like living people, but please restrain your urge to create undead. Since this warrior is not dead yet, I will not allow him to be taken away by death in my hands.
You can choose to be my assistant, or go out for a walk. I heard that the warriors brought back the remains of many powerful jackals, why don’t you go there and assemble a few undead for fun?"
"let me go!"
The mummy pushed A Feng away and scolded:
"You dare to contact a priest so brazenly. In the Holy City of the Moon, you will be thrown into a pit of beetles and bitten to death!"
"I am a spirit, my poor mentor."
Ah Feng has a headache.
He began to regret bringing Nefertari over to see the world. At this moment, a female soldier wearing a medical uniform strode into the tent and held a document for Afeng to see.
She whispered:
"Your Excellency, Dean, we have checked that this batch of wounded Gorse patients have purchased our 'war insurance', so we have the responsibility to install mechanical limbs for those amputated patients.
But this clause requires my signature to take effect, please see"
"How can he sign when he's like this?"
Afeng shook his head, picked up the pen and signed his name on it, saying:
"Immediately ask the mechanics to send fifty sets of engineering prosthetics as backup. The war over the Black Flame Pass is getting more and more intense, and many people will need these soon."
"Okay, Dean, I'll make arrangements immediately."
The female soldier immediately left the tent to prepare, while Afeng had already begun the third amputation surgery of the day.
In fact, some injuries can be improved through long-term treatment, and there is no need to ampute the limb as soon as it comes up. However, there are too many things that quack doctors in the field have to consider. When they can save a life as quickly as possible in a war situation, amputation is such a terrible thing.
options can also be adopted.
The war medical care on this continent cannot even catch up with the Napoleonic era. The field hospital that Afeng is in charge of is lacking everything. Even the former butchers are brought here to see the patients. There are also magicians who shuttle between them and use healing techniques to cure them.
At the same time, I try my best to develop a few believers while maintaining my body.
In Afeng's opinion, this is an out-and-out grass-roots team.
But there is no doubt that this is a feat ahead of its time.
Ten minutes later, with the assistance of Nefertari's superb undead construction technique, Afeng successfully completed the amputation surgery. Brother Zhongzhong, who had been waiting nearby, saw that his "opportunity" had arrived, and he suddenly carried the amputation with excitement.
When a box came forward, he first let his right arm release steam to relieve the pressure, and then used his own manipulator to open the box.
It is worth mentioning that Brother Loyalty’s left hand has been replaced from the rough three-claw structure to “advanced technology” from Port Chardeau.
The silver-gray five-fingered palm is very flexible and even more technological than the mechanical arm made by Sharon Xiao on his right arm.
The coolest thing is that this thing also comes with a contact discharge self-protection module, which is as cool and powerful as the damn "Palm Thunder" when used.
"Now, our Machinists Guild has just imported a new batch of high-end mechanical supplies from Port Chardeau. They will be used directly on you. I said at the beginning that buying war insurance will kill two birds with one stone."
Brother Zhongzhong put on a complex monocle engineering glasses, took out a mechanical leg from the box, took out a calculation orb and put it into it to start the pre-production editing, and then measured the broken leg of the unlucky guy who had just been amputated.
data.
There was an engineering wrench and a spare gold screwdriver stuck in the engineer's belt around his waist, and he said eloquently to the surrounding soldiers who were watching this scene silently:
"With this baby, not only will your captain not lose mobility due to amputation, he will also have a cool mechanical left leg. Unfortunately, he did not purchase value-added services, so this left leg can only maintain the most basic specifications.
If there is a value-added weapon service, I can add a steam mantis knife to this leg!
That is a cool weapon that my mentor and I jointly developed, and it even got thumbs up from the engineering master Lao Feilun.
In this way, our captain can have the powerful power of the 'Sonic Knife' when he launches a kick. If he doesn't like close combat, I can put a mechanical gun in his leg with twelve rounds of ammunition.
At the critical moment, he can smash the heads of a small group of jackals.
Hey, this thing is so perfect, if my legs weren't intact, I would have put one on myself!"
"We can actually help you."
The soldiers around him said something quietly.
Obviously, they are disgusted with these mechanical gadgets, and no normal person is willing to install these strange gadgets on themselves.
But the war insurance purchased by the officers all cost money, and the captain was indeed lame, so it would be better to let him take care of the other brothers.
So under the watchful eyes of the officers and soldiers of the artillery team, Brother Zhongzhong successfully completed his first prosthetic replacement surgery in the field hospital. The reset mechanical leg passed through a simple but practical operation under the calculation of the calculation orb.
The connecting structure was buckled on the guy's broken leg. Unfortunately, he was in a coma and couldn't test whether this thing would work.
But Brother Zhongzhong was not disappointed.
Because there were two unlucky guys in the tent who had their arms chopped off, he happily stepped forward and took out two more robotic arms to replace them with.
This time Brother Zhongzhong's "bewitchment" was a great success.
He convinced one of the young and wealthy soldiers to buy his new "value-added service" and then installed a complex but cool steam-powered mantis knife on the latter's prosthetic leg.
With a clicking sound, the stylish and dangerous folding knife was hidden in the prefabricated space of the robotic arm under the control of the calculation orb. Under the curious gaze of the young soldier, Brother Zhongzhong picked up a
A special fuel filling bottle is used to add igniting gold mediator and special oil to the Mantis Knife's miniature steam furnace.
After everything was ready, under the gaze of more than a dozen soldiers, in accordance with Brother Zhongzhong's request, the soldier moved his shoulders in an unsuitable manner, and then awkwardly activated the attack program for calculating the orb.
With a "crack" sound, the sharp blade popped out like a mantis' sickle, accurately and fatally penetrating the wooden box placed in front of him. The sharp blade pierced the wooden box, and when the mechanical structure was closing,
As the pressure of the robotic arm was released, the steam column retracted into the arm.
"Look! I didn't lie to you, did I?"
Brother Zhongzhong proudly introduced to the surrounding soldiers:
"We have done weapon testing. This thing can easily kill a bugbear at close range. Of course, it is a bit reluctant to use it against elite jackals. The main reason is that this guy only has one mechanical arm and the force is unbalanced.
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If he had two mechanical arms, then the simultaneous attack of two mantis knives would be enough to pierce the two hearts of the jackal at the same time.
It's best not to poke the Gnoll's skull with it.
The skulls of those barbarians are so hard, it's damn hard to crack open their skulls with a single shot of small-caliber ammunition.
Regardless of whether we are replacing the barrel, it is best to use a barrel with a unified format for easy replacement. Oh my, full-power ammunition is so civilized!"
This guy started talking about things that others couldn't understand, but this wave of "arms display" was really awesome, and some injured soldiers began to think about whether to buy that damn "value-added service".
Mainly because they had personally experienced the power of the black disaster last night.
The pressure from the jackals and kobolds was too terrifying. The physical fitness of humans was far worse than that of jackals. Under normal circumstances, it would take two or three soldiers to fight against a dark mountain jackal.
If the intensity of the war escalates.
To be honest, it is still unknown whether they can survive. No one wants to die. Faced with this kind of pressure, equipping them with strange machines does not seem to be a big problem.
"Brother Loyalty! Come on, old Feilun is going to perform a 'heart replacement' operation on a soldier himself! Come on and see the world. The steam heart that old guy brought out is so exquisite. Damn it, I've never seen that before.
kind of stuff."
The chief disciple of Multi-turret shouted at the top of his lungs outside the tent, which immediately made Brother Zhongye energetic.
While carrying his suitcase and walking out, he asked the tempted soldiers to go to the office of the arsenal and field hospital to pay for value-added services. At the same time, he planned in his mind that he must pester the old flywheel and let the guy help him get it done.
The development of "Iron Fist".
At present, the firepower of small tubes can hardly meet the needs of war.
If recoilless rifles and rocket launchers can be produced locally, the firepower of the People's Army will undoubtedly increase to a higher limit.
It's a pity that the old flywheel guy is very picky.
He made it clear that he was unwilling to accept any more apprentices, otherwise Brother Zhongzhong and the group of "war masters" under his command would have accepted him and worshiped him.
Right now the two sides are just in cooperation mode.
Old Flywheel is willing to explain the secrets of engineering to them, but if he wants help from others, Brother Zhongzhong has to show "sincerity."
For example, when he invited Lao Feilun to join the "war insurance" claims industry, Brother Zhongzhong used a set of drawings of Xiaobaga's garbage bean tanks.
Fortunately, Brother Zhong's level allows him to access a lot of sensitive knowledge, and he is also willing to use these secrets of otherworldly engineering in exchange for rapid technological advancement in his own arsenal.
A win-win situation!
This is a win-win situation.
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"Quick! Speed up! We have to reach Shadow Valley within three days, damn it! That idiot Frasier almost killed himself on the battlefield. I'm really screwed!"
In the filthy swamp, Major Ron rode his horse and roared, asking the reinforcements he brought from the vanguard camp to speed up.
They were walking on a safe road marked by the Transians. The druids of the Church of Avalon planted many seeds here to solidify this military road, allowing the soldiers to pass quickly and even ride wildly.
But Major Ron could not be happy because his shoes were no longer stained with mud. On the contrary, his heart was filled with worry and bitterness, which even made him curse the vulgar language he learned from those foreigners.
This anxious state of mind was soon sensed by Major Ron's adjutant, Captain Robinson. The captain, who was honored as "Iron Hand" in the pioneer camp, used his black mechanical arm to pull the horse's reins, approached the commander and lowered his head.
Voice said:
"According to the latest news, Major, Colonel Fraser is out of danger. You don't have to worry so much. In fact, when we pass the Maginot Line, you can go to the field hospital to see him."
"I dare not go, Iron Hand."
In front of his trusted adjutant, Major Ron did not hide his feelings. He sighed and said:
"It's not that I'm cowardly, but because you know, it was me who should have led the artillery to support the Transians. It was me who was injured, not Fraser. He endured the pain and almost death on my behalf.
,I
I feel like a coward hiding behind my brothers and enjoying the peace.
I can't just go to see him with empty hands.
I must show some sincerity!
Iron Hand, I have made up my mind. This time when I go to the front line, I will lead people to station at Black Flame Pass. I will win a victory. Only in this way can I be worthy of Fraser's sacrifice."
"We will follow you to the end of hell, sir."
Robinson Ironhand said in a deep voice:
"The courage shown by the Transians is amazing, but we Zealanders are no less good! It's time to embrace war."
