After hearing the robot's report, the man's attitude changed again. He turned directly to the woman and said, "I'm sorry for the loss of your brother, and I regret his sacrifice. But as an adult, regardless of gender, you have to take responsibility. Your brother brought you certain benefits before, but he risked his life to earn them."
Unable to make a scene, the woman merely gritted her teeth in secret. She seemed to accept the arrangement, then turned away and stopped looking at the others.
The soldiers who had gathered to watch gradually dispersed and began looking for new teammates.
Xu Huo made a round of the area and learned some details about the cleaning mission.
First of all, this wasn't an official military operation. The soldiers weren't assigned to teams by the government; participants formed their own groups, and the size didn't matter, as long as they could put a team together.
There were no veterans to guide the rookies, either. The death rate for cleaning missions was extremely high. They said no soldier who had survived more than three missions had ever participated, which meant that even the most experienced people here had only taken part in one cleaning mission.
The basic gear was provided: each soldier could collect one Protective Suit and two guns, a submachine gun and a pistol. Other items, such as upgraded Protective Suits, newer weapons with greater firepower, and bombs, had to be purchased at a discount.
That was how absurd it was: Clown City organized people to clear the Aliens beyond the wall, but the soldiers had to pay out of pocket for decent equipment.
As for the so-called "military training," it was actually group training organized by the government, and it wasn't very intense. The requirements were low. Some soldiers