(I have a question to test all book friends. Someone is visiting a zoo and seeing an animal. In Kunming dialect, "Buy, buy, look at it, there is only one country." Who can translate the correct meaning?)

"Can you be more specific?"

Lin Xiang sat upright.[]

"I realized this problem when I took a blood sample from you for the fifth time-"

Rand Walker inserted his words and said, "I can't be sure how long your blood traits can last? Of course, it's even more impossible to draw up to tens of thousands of milliliters at a time. Haha! We all know that the reason why humans are conceived and born through the mother's body lies in the sperm and eggs inside the embryo. They carry the most basic maternal characteristics, that is, genes. Through acquired exercise and training, the body's muscles can be exercised to achieve the purpose of strengthening. But not everyone has a natural and strong physique. Superpowers can naturally be continued to the next generation, and those soldiers who died on the battlefield are actually the best genetic seeds."

"You mean, based on active soldiers, collect their semen as stock?"

Lin Xiang frowned unconsciously and asked subconsciously.

"No! That won't do anything-"

Rand Walker stared at Lin Xiang's eyes and said, "In fact, the genetic characteristics that can be inherited, or should be said to be after forming life, will not exceed 30% of the body at most. In other words, the descendants of warriors cannot be born with strong physiques and steel-like muscles 100%. Every 100 cases of pregnant bodies, there will only be thirteen to sixteen most suitable forms. Even if they are not able to achieve 100% inheritance. Even after the most rigorous training, they may not be able to meet the same standards as the safety of the father for life."

Lin Xiang nodded gently: "Continue talking."

"The dead warrior is an extremely precious existence. Six years ago, I conducted an experiment on five hundred soldiers.

They were subjected to genetic gland implantation surgery to allow the glands to grow in natural conditions, thus possessing all the characteristics of the soldier's body. And they. "."" are the basis for regenerating and inheriting powerful forces.

"Gene gland?"

Blanche repeated the strange noun and looked at the doctor in a black coat in confusion.

"This is a genetic seed produced by sperm-induced eggs."

Liu Yuchen, who was standing next to him, took the speech and said: "They grow in a natural state and have no effect on the health or daily state of the soldiers themselves. They are like a chip with memory function, silently recording changes in cell transformation, ability amplitude, ability strength, etc. Through the liquid communication with the recipient, the cell inheritance and the transmission and transition of various abilities are achieved. Once the soldiers as recipients die, they can become new breeding seeds. At most, only eight to ten years of natural growth period can become a brand new life form that is no different from the previous deaths and inherits all abilities."

Lin Xiang has not spoken or moved.

He had already understood what Rand Walker and Liu Yuchen said. There was no doubt that this was a biotechnology extension that was more meaningful than ordinary replication. The goals of the two doctors were no longer simply conceptual quantification, but the continuation and inheritance of essential power. If things really were like this." "Ten years, or two ten years, the Empire would no longer have any opponents. Even the Skeleton Knights would eventually be wiped out.

"However, the transplantation of gene glands has quite strict conditions and restrictions.

Rand Walker spoke again: "From implantation to removal, it takes at least ten to twelve months to mature. Due to the limitations of human body structure, each soldier can only implant two glands. When it reaches maturity, one of them can be taken out for individual cultivation. The other one will be retained inside the body until the recipient dies. Once the soldier is fatally injured, the gene gland must be removed from the body within two hours. Otherwise, it will lose its most basic cellular vitality. This also means that it will never be able to replicate and inherit the ability of the deceased."

“Because of this, the Imperial Army must change its current configuration—

Liu Yuchen said in an unquestionable tone: "I suggest: conduct high-intensity training for all medical soldiers. Incorporate them into a five-person tactical squad. While participating in the battle, the dead soldiers can also be recycled. This is not a system change in the ordinary sense, but a new way of combat cooperation. It is necessary to ensure that the living glands are retrieved from the dead in the first time. You must know that each independent gene gland means that in a few years, it can grow into a new warrior with the same strength."

"If this system is implemented, then the name "medical soldier" will be better changed accordingly."

Rand Walker rubbed his hands and placed his overlapping legs flat, saying: "The new members will be a crucial part of the entire team. They are not soldiers of the old era who only know simple first aid skills, but soldiers with combat and life-saving responsibilities. Their positioning should be the second commander of the team. Whether it is combat skills and physique, they will be stronger than ordinary soldiers. From this point of view, perhaps." "It would be more appropriate to call them "pharmacists."

(About the pharmacist, some translations in Warhammer are difficult to find. For the sake of subsequent content, we can only try to use the same title as it should.)

Lin Xiang didn't say anything. He narrowed his eyes, raised his head and silently looked at the round-shaped window diagonally above the room. From his angle, he could see the dark and dark sky outside the window.

"How long will the world continue to be in chaos?"

He was really tired of it and finally understood

The long and endless years are not perfect for human beings.

We must settle in time and remember the sadness and regret that happened to us. Of course, there are also happiness and smiles. But that is a minority after all. Most of the time, what humans consider and do is still to be busy with hard work and delay the residual breathing. Life is a kind of pain. It is also a reality that must be faced and cannot be escaped.

I am also a member of the vast majority of people. The only thing I can do is to try my best to change all this. Although it is impossible to end completely, no matter what."...

.Always do something.

Destroy those who are contrary to their own will. "." "It's nothing about good and evil. The Skeleton Knights and the Joint Association of Doctors are actually not considered as an incarnation of evil. They are just standing on their opposite side. War always requires a reasonable name. Attack and killing, I must stand at a moral high point. As a comparison with you." "." is the evil person who must be cut off his head-

.”.”.”

In the distance, continuous mountains began to appear. The vague morning light enveloped the mountains. The sun had risen from the other side of the mountain range, and at the edge of the dark horizon, it outlined a line with strong contrast between light and dark.

There are dozens of huge arched buildings of different sizes scattered on the plain in the distance. The largest one is more than 150 meters in height. The top of the gray-white outer wall is occupied by five or six amazing black holes. Most of them are about ten meters in diameter. The edges show terrifying cracks with thick jagged shapes. It seems that someone uses chopsticks or iron cones to hardly dig holes on the surface of the eggshell to break them, and at the same time it is magnified countless times.

Occasionally, there are fire clouds mixed with black and red smoke rising from the "eggshells". While the dull rumbling sound comes from afar, you can also hear the screams of despair on the verge of death. Faced with the irresistible and impossible to reverse the situation, the only thing people can do is wait silently in fear, hatred and uneasiness.

The front of the "Holy Blood Angel" Legion is the No. 19 City of Life. It was also listed as a key target of attack two weeks ago. It was regarded by the Empire as the fourth large stronghold in the area that must be occupied by the Empire.

This place is located near Baraganda, an important national town in Kazakhstan in the old era. Although it was May, snowflakes were still floating in the sky. The climate was abnormal and lasted for more than a century. In fact, even in the old era, it was often affected by cold currents or monsoons, resulting in almost no summer in the region throughout the year. As for crops, "." "In the case of severely insufficient daily light, it can only barely maintain the maturity every year. There is very little savings, and there is no high yield.

Many times, women are actually more crazier than men - Lola mobilized a total of 300,000 replicators to guard the No. 19 City of Life. These troops had already arrived at the prescribed location a month ago. The second batch of 100,000 soldiers who were urgently transported from Europe, as well as reinforcements from Africa and South America, were also in a tense manner. Due to strong radiation interference, large-scale air transport was not realistic at all. According to the opinions of the Joint Doctors Association Staff Headquarters-

Instead of rushing to the battlefield thousands of miles away, the follow-up reinforcements would rather land directly from the eastern coast and launch an attack on the Longteng Empire from behind.

Lola is a medical cow.

The structure of the human body should be the thing she is most familiar with in this world. She is not good at commanding battles. However, these are completely different concepts from "war". People who start wars do not have to be proficient in all aspects, and they are even more unlikely to participate in the battle directly. She only needs to show strong enough willingness. Naturally, someone will implement it for her, and even shout slogans to die bravely.

.”.”.”

The temporary command center was crowded with people.

They stood in a crowded manner, but it didn't take much time to click the number - a total of sixteen were all old men over fifty years old. There were men and women. They stood together and had a very small distance between them. Obviously, these people knew each other, and their relationship was not strange, nor could they reach the level of "intimacy".

Most of them wore cotton and linen clothes. The styles were not novel and unique, but they were very strong, and the workmanship was quite exquisite. There was no convex thread on the cuffs on the corners, and there were no velvet pellets caused by excessive washing on the surface. Such clothes were not comparable to waste materials and rags picked up by wilderness refugees from the ruins. Most of the arable land in the wasteland world, plants were grain crops such as wheat. In addition to the large and powerful people who had certain power, ordinary refugees would not sow seeds such as mulberry and cotton at all. And the identities of these people are naturally not difficult to guess.

Yang Hua sat upright on a temporarily found high-back chair, staring at the people standing in front of him quietly through a simple desktop made of bullet-shaped medicine boxes and thick wooden blocks.

They are all the lords of all sizes around the No. 19 City of Life.

These forces, based on families, occupy nearly 100,000 square kilometers of land in total. It is impossible to trace the names of their ancestors. Their names were hand-tabulated on the collars and sleeves of their clothes. Their different family badges were the capital they were proud of. As for the actual population of each force, the largest family was about 50,000, and the smallest was only 3 to 4,000. Overall, the number of settlers on this land should be between 80 and 850,000.

“Please sit

”

Yang Hua raised his right hand gracefully and made a statement with the word "please".

He did not intend to let these people stand in disguise. In fact, there was a chair behind each person. However, due to the haste, a sufficient number of seats could not be found. Half of them were substitutes made of various waste materials.

No one responded, and no one sat down. Sixteen pairs of eyes full of fear projected from different positions and concentrated on Yang Hua, who was located on the front.

"I believe everyone should know my identity

”

Yang Hua did not force others to force his will to implement. He did not continue to entangle the issue of "sitting" and "not sitting", and swept across everyone's faces with an inquiring gaze. He half-sided his upper body, deliberately exposed the empire's lieutenant general badge on his shoulders, and the handgun with a thick caliber on his waist. His tone was not as strict and determined as he usually treated his subordinates, but had a relatively gentle and gentleness.

"We are not enemies...

”

He smiled faintly and said, "The target of the Empire's attack is only the Association of Doctors. We only need the City of No Life. As for the rest." "The Empire has no interest at all."

Since its establishment, the Joint Doctors Association has always adopted a relatively relaxed governance model. They did not deliberately manage similar core areas, but instead formed a gathering management of surrounding areas by setting up a city of life. In a sense, the City of Life is not even a large settlement. It has no residents, and all members are replicators, or a few managers with membership in the medical association. It is a biological workshop with strong production capacity, which can continuously produce soldiers and form troops. On the basis of management, maintenance and deterrence, it is a sales of strengthening potions of different levels of Liu to obtain absolute support from forces of all sizes in the surrounding areas.

After all, there are countless death threats in the Wasteland World. Mutant beasts, mobs, and abnormal climates."." Even family forces that have accumulated a certain amount of wealth will find it difficult to face these dangers that may appear around them at any time. They can only ask the United Doctors Association for help. Using weapons and enhancement potions, the United Doctors Association for Identity in the Wasteland World has even far surpassed the Skeleton Knights.

Naturally, the surrounding forces have become vassals of the Association of Doctors without realizing it. They may not even realize this subtle change. The association never asks them to send troops. In addition to buying various essential resources for medicine, the Association of Doctors never even collects materials or population. The relationship between the two still maintains the most common trade exchanges. They are like metals firmly attracted by magnets around the various cities of life, forming an invisible obstacle that cannot be seen by flesh, unconsciously blocking all external threats.

“You must make a decision now—

Continue to follow the Joint Doctors Association? Or become the forever friend of the Empire?”

Yang Hua still had a smile on his face. Even if he was threatening, he never burst out deafening roars. The size of his voice does not mean that he possesses a noble justice. It is precisely a manifestation of guilt. Ninety-nine percent of the people in the world are not stupid or silly. They have brains, can think, and weigh the pros and cons. As long as they present facts and reason, they can easily receive the results they want.

The so-called family armed forces are no match for the powerful "Holy Blood Angel" legion.

The sixteen people standing in the house were family representatives sent by Yang Hua's request. He did not select young people who were easily impulsive, but because the elders had experience and wisdom, they could carefully measure things. Instead of being passionate and impulsive, they relied entirely on fists and roars to solve the problem.

There is no doubt that Yang Hua could completely destroy the so-called Sixteen families without any effort. If it were the past, he would have done this. It was like Sosbia and Ferdinand in the past.

However, the current situation is completely different from the beginning of the empire more than a decade ago.

From the western border of the empire, the supply line was too long. The roads left over from the old era were basically destroyed. With Prime Minister Blanche's superb ruling ability, he could only concentrate 300,000 slaves to clean up and connect all the old railways. Even so, it would take at least five years for the entire line to be connected.

The empire has gradually revealed the fatigue of new forces. Based on the opinions of senior officials such as Liu Yuchen, Lin Xiang decided—

The forces that have been sent were retracted across the board, waiting silently and patiently.
Chapter completed!