I Want You to Create a Handgun but You Give Me a Mechanical Armor Instead

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

While everyone was praying for Eli, Steven turned around and looked at them again. The sergeant walked from beginning to end, glaring at the new recruits one by one with an unhappy face.

In the end, he stopped in front of Rayen, who was at the far left of the group. “Are you the arms dealer that Matthews brought back?”

“I’m a legitimate arms dealer, sir!” Rayen, who had seen what the military camp was like, was not nervous at all. Moreover, he knew that Steven’s way of punishing Eli was nothing more than to show off to everyone.

As long as he did not make any mistakes, this guy could not make things difficult for him.

Sure enough, Rayen’s answer made Steven seem as if he could not find any reason to punish him. However, the Staff Sergeant still scolded, “You look like a defective sick monkey! I really don’t know why Matthews let a person like you join the Vulture!”

Then he shouted to everyone, “Everyone, form up and follow me. You have to change your clothes!”

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The Sapphire Blue Empire’s military uniforms were all a uniform black and gray. It was said that this color represented death.

In the factory, apart from Eli, a total of 29 recruits had changed into this uniform and received the military rank of a private.

The appearance of the uniform was very simple. Perhaps it was to make it convenient for everyone to install parts, but there were quite a lot of pockets everywhere.

This uniform was far less handsome and sophisticated than the soldiers that Rayen saw at the door.

However, this was the usual attire of the forge soldiers. It was probably designed to facilitate the production of firearms.

Under Steven’s supervision, everyone handed over their phones and put on epaulets for their comrades.

Rayen put on the long-tongued military cap with the Vulture logo. Looking at himself in the huge military mirror, he thought of his father, who was also a soldier.

“I don’t know if this counts as a legacy…” Rayen was not sure.

Seeing that everyone was dressed, Steven’s bear-like roar interrupted Rayen’s thoughts. “Gather! Attention!”

After everyone stood up again, Steven raised his right hand and said, “The oath is an indispensable part. Repeat after me!”

“I swear to the ancient gods that I will willingly do everything for His Majesty the Emperor! I will do everything for my brothers in the Army! I will never regret it! I have no territory, no citizens…”

Everyone continued to recite the oath until seven or eight minutes later.

The oath was carefully written by the imperial recruitment department and included religious content.

They wanted to use the influence of the ancient gods sect in the hearts of the world to control the loyalty of the soldiers as much as possible.

After the oath was said, the enlistment procedures were completed.

The process was so simple that it was suspicious. There was not even a part where the national anthem was played.

However, the Vulture Corps did this to save time and increase efficiency.

After all, no one knew how long the recruits could live, so why waste time on this?

After receiving their daily necessities, the recruits returned to the barracks. Everyone leaned against their beds, lazily reading the military regulations in the books and chatting with each other.

On the first day, they did not have any missions. Steven just told them to study and remember the military regulations of the Vulture Corps in their barracks.

Yes, the military regulations and organization of each corps in the empire were different.

According to the contents of the book, Rayen found out that other than the Vulture Corps that were in charge of fighting, there were also the Truth Corps that were mainly in charge of defense and intelligence like the Boulder Corps.

In short, there were many types.

As everyone’s missions and nature were different, their military rules were naturally different. Even their numbers and organization structure were completely different.

The Vulture Corps that Rayen was in had a total of 50 thousand people. Apart from the highest commander and his special squad, the rest of the soldiers were split into camps.

The number of people in each camp was different. For example, the death camp that Matthews was in only had 800 people, but they were one of the elites of the corps.

As for the 1st Battalion, they had 8,000 soldiers, and they were the main force of the siege.

The Battalion Commander’s rank was between major and colonel. As for the Corps Commander, his rank started from major general.

Rayen sat on the hard bed and read the introduction of the Empire’s army with great interest. He felt that it was very interesting.

At this moment, a person walked in front of Rayen. He stretched out his hand and smiled. “Young man, my name is Davis. I’ll sleep next to you!”

Rayen raised his head and saw a fatty around the age of 30 smiling at him. The other party’s kind smile made him stretch out his hand naturally. “Hello, my name is Rayen!”

“I’m the same as you. I’m also a weapons merchant! I’m from Bay City!” The fatty’s voice was forthright. He was at least 200 pounds, and as soon as he sat down on the bed, it began to creak.

Rayen, who had been wondering why the army would recruit such a fat fellow, was suddenly enlightened when he found out about the other party’s occupation before he came.

After all, the main task of the forging camp was to develop weapons. Going to the battlefield was secondary, so his figure was naturally not that important.

For a moment, Rayen even doubted whether the empire would intentionally allow the existence of weapons merchants. The ultimate goal was to make it easier for the various divisions to recruit when they lacked forging soldiers.

Other than Davis, the other recruits were also very friendly. They were either blacksmiths working in weapon stores, security guards, or hawkers. In short, they were all at the bottom of society.

At this moment, Eli, who had just finished moving the dark steel, rubbed his sore arms and complained, “Damn forging soldiers, why aren’t the weapons of the army distributed by the empire’s weapon factories? Instead, they want to deprive us of our freedom and come here to be sweatshop workers?!”

Fatty Davis patted his round belly and laughed. “Young man, How old are you? You know too little. Let Big Brother Davis tell you! This is related to our empire’s military strategy!”

This question also troubled the others. They were all country bumpkins, so how would they know about this kind of thing?

Thus, they immediately gathered around Davis, their expressions like children listening to a story.

Davis lit a cigarette and slowly said, “This is to ensure that the efficiency of the corps is maximized. Our country is very large. Once the corps starts an expedition or station, we have to find a way to be self-sufficient. This is because once we encounter a powerful enemy, it will be difficult for the rear to provide weapons and ammunition on time. Therefore, for the Combat Corps, the Foundry Corps is very important.

“The foundry department is an army kitchen specially prepared for the God of War, who enjoys gunpowder and death. We are the cooks, responsible for producing delicious food for it.”

This description made everyone more or less understand.

When he mentioned the word, God of War, Rayen, who was leaning on the bed, suddenly sat up and asked, “God of War? Is there really such a God? What does it represent? Is there any doctrines?”Recalling the previous dream, Rayen naturally wanted to know more about the guy who called himself the God of War.

What was particularly memorable to him was that in the dark space, the other party said, “In the future, every life lost because of you will bring great power to you and I.” He still did not know what it meant..