[Absolute Gunmastery][Danger Perception][Lesser Blade Sense]
Two green and one white, three light spheres suspended in his mind. Qin Tian could see them from a rather peculiar perspective, much like "Introspection" in martial arts novels.
Honestly speaking, after absorbing three talent light spheres, Qin Tian didn't feel any physical change. Perhaps only when he wielded firearms, blades, and entered the battlefield would these talents truly manifest their effects.
Next, Qin Tian continued to carry corpses, but until the transport vehicle left, he didn't manage to absorb new talent light spheres.
"What a pity."
Qin Tian's eyes fell, standing straight in the formation.
Though the three talents are quite good, especially the combination of [Absolute Gunmastery]+[Danger Perception], allowing him to become an excellent machine gunner or sniper on the battlefield, it still doesn't lift his status away from being cannon fodder, at best a more useful cannon fodder.
Clack clack clack~~
At that moment, a large transport vehicle drove over from afar.
"Raymond, it's perfect that your people haven't left."
Another officer jumped down from the vehicle and said with a smile:
"Help me get this group of Green skinned Orcs in. My soldiers dislike how dirty they are, no one wants to handle them, so let this group of Clones handle it."
Raymond first asked:
"How's the situation on the frontline?"
The officer paused for a moment, expression somewhat solemn:
"Not very optimistic, the Golan Heights is still tough to capture, our legion has suffered heavy losses. If this continues, we might have no choice but to abandon the mission and retreat to Lieyang Valley."
"Train this group of cannon fodder well. Three days later, we'll continue assaulting the Golan Heights. They'll need to prove useful by then."
"Alright."
Raymond nodded silently.
Clack clack~
Massive mechanical claws laid down corpses as massive as hills, referred to by the legion as Green skinned Orcs.
They are tall and muscular, averaging heights far exceeding humans, with fierce green faces, their muscles like old trees intertwining, exhibiting a primitive and savage sense of strength.
Their coarse skin, nauseating deep green, seems covered by a layer of moss corroded over years, full of scars and pus, exuding a pungent stench.
Qin Tian tilted his head down, pursed his lips, forcibly suppressing the urge to vomit; the smell on the Beastmen is worse than a month-old cesspool.
"Groups of four, move them inside."
Raymond issued the instructions.
The Clones, in groups of four, grabbed the Beastmen's limbs, lifting them to a certain height, and moved the corpses into the billets.
Qin Tian had already chosen his target, quickly walking to a corpse of the largest Beastman, grabbing onto the coarse, wide palm.
Swoosh~
Two green light spheres flew out from the Beastman's body, entering Qin Tian's body.
[Name]High tier Strength (Green)
[Type]Passive Talent
[Introduction]Greatly strengthens bones and muscles, enhancing explosive power, endurance, and resilience.
...
[Name]Quick Recovery (Green)
[Type]Passive Talent
[Introduction]Possess strong self-healing abilities with cell activity far surpassing the average person, simultaneously enhancing resistance to various toxins.
Once these two talents entered his body, Qin Tian immediately felt his body changing subtly.
Bones sounded with crackling, a faint pain surged, as if undergoing some hammering, muscle fibers grew tougher, akin to steel wires, and even his skin seemed tighter.
"Finally got my life-saving measures."
Qin Tian's eyes flickered, these talents were what he most desired.
High tier Strength brought his physical fitness to a new level.
Quick Recovery granted him formidable physical self-healing capabilities, capable of recovering his combat strength even if injured, in a shorter time.
With these talents as the foundation, along with the support of [Danger Perception], his battlefield survival capability would greatly increase.
Qin Tian, with three other Clones, lifted the Beastman corpse and slowly walked towards the barracks, all the while stealthily observing the other Clones.
Each Clone's appearance differed, varying in height, clearly not made from the same template. Yet, their expressions were equally cold and wooden, akin to emotionless robots.
But this was also a normal phenomenon.
After all, each Clone's memory contained only a short stream of data, they knew not of joy, anger, sadness, and fear. Only when hearing information related to the Empire would their emotions slightly fluctuate.
Qin Tian mimicked the expressions and demeanor of other Clones, maintaining a cold face, seamlessly hidden.
He finally understood why many poorly skilled actors debuted as aloof handsome guys, because acting cool is indeed quite easy.
Dong~
The Beastman corpse landed heavily on the ground. Qin Tian hastened his steps to return, hoping to find another corpse.
Yet, there weren't many Beastman corpses transported over, and by the time he returned, all the corpses had been moved.
Seeing this, he could only lament silently.
"Gather!"
Raymond raised his right hand and exclaimed sternly.
Quickly, the Clone Legion assembled, led by Raymond, towards their first training ground.
The shooting range.
......
Green skinned Orcs and Clones were separately manufactured as cannon fodder through different technologies by the Beastman Empire and the Galaxy Empire.
Green skinned Orcs are physically robust but not very intelligent.
Clones possess normal intelligence, calm and obedient, but slightly weaker in physical fitness.
This difference results in vastly different training directions for the two.
Green skinned Orcs are difficult to communicate with, so the Beastman Empire imprisons them together, waiting until they're about to go into battle to issue each a Wolf Fang Club and Iron Armor and then send them charging.
While Clones are brought to the shooting range after coming off the assembly line, receiving three to seven days of firearm training, familiarizing them with weapon usage and improving shooting accuracy.
Once in combat, Clones bear the task of providing firepower suppression, trying to eliminate as many Green skinned Orcs as possible.
Thousands of Clones were divided into groups and sent to four large shooting ranges. After the instructors demonstrated shooting essentials, each received a standard rifle.
Contrary to Qin Tian's expectation, the standard rifle was not a laser weapon like in sci-fi novels, but the most common projectile weapon.
Touching the rifle, an unusual feeling surged within Qin Tian's mind; the cold gun barrel felt like an extension of his limbs, each part under his command, sensing the pulse of the firearm within each breath.
The buttstock pressed firmly against his shoulder, as if it were one with him, without a trace of incongruity. Fingers gently resting on the trigger, the sensation at his fingertips gave rise to indescribable confidence in his heart.
He slightly squinted his eyes, gaze stretching through the scope, as the entire world became clear at that moment, the bullseye dozens of meters away, enlarging infinitely in his view.
Bang!
The gun fired.