"Where is this place?"
Pupils slowly focused, Qin Tian blinked, looking around with some confusion.
The steel walls gleamed with a cold light, and people clad in uniform black uniforms formed a phalanx, standing solemn and silent, like lifeless statues.
Wasn’t I at home playing games? How did I get here?
Qin Tian instinctively opened his mouth, trying to say something, when suddenly a memory hidden deep in his brain surfaced.
I am on Alpha 7 Star, a third-generation battlefield clone, number 89757.
My mission is to be loyal to the Empire, loyal to the army, obey the orders of superiors, and take up weapons to annihilate all invading enemies.
The brief stream of information was like a drop of water, merging into the sea of memories of Qin Tian’s more than twenty years of life, without causing any ripples.
Clones, Empire, weapons...
Qin Tian’s eyelids drooped, and a strong sense of tension and panic rose from deep within his heart.
I have actually transmigrated!
And this identity, why does it sound like cannon fodder?
The crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground broke the silence of the moment.
"New recruits, welcome to this brutal world."
A tall and burly officer stood at the front of the formation, without using any amplifying equipment, yet his deep and resonant voice clearly entered everyone’s ears.
"You are war machines created by the Empire, born for loyalty and sacrifice."
"From today on, you will take up arms, fight for the Empire, fight for the people, and use blood and life to write the immortal Chapter of the Empire’s glory."
"Long live the Empire!!!"
The final sentence seemed to touch a switch deep within the soul.
In that instant, all the clones’ eyes burst with fervor and excitement, the uniform and resounding shouts almost overturned the roof.
"Long live the Empire!!!"
The towering command tower stood like a giant steel monolith in the center of the camp. The top of the tower flickered with various indicator lights, constantly sending streams of information to surrounding warships and defense fortifications.
Beneath the command tower, broad passages radiated in all directions, the ground paved with heavy metal plates, where tracked vehicles and walking mechs frequently shuttled, leaving tracks of varying depths on the metal plates.
The officer led thousands of clones out of the barracks, the crowd in black uniforms was like a flood, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
"Isn’t this the third batch of clones? Why is the quantity much less than the previous two batches?"
"It shows that the logistics department is really under great pressure, they can hardly afford to manufacture even this kind of cannon fodder."
"The situation is becoming increasingly grim, if it continues , I’m afraid we’ll have to retreat."
"Sigh, so many have died, if in the end we still have to give up territory to those disgusting beastmen, I really can’t accept it."
The distant conversation reached his ears, Qin Tian noticed that the functions of this body were exceptionally outstanding, with sharp eyesight to see tiny stones dozens of meters away, sensitive hearing to catch whispers at a great distance, and a robust physique, just by clenching a fist, he could feel the powerful strength flowing within.
If it were in his past life, he would be almost like a weakened version of Captain America, all Olympic gold medals would be easy for him to grab.
Yet here, he was called "cannon fodder" by outsiders.
"Haha, Raymond, you came at just the right time."
A man in a silver uniform jumped down from a black tracked vehicle, quickly walked to the front of the phalanx, and said to the officer:
"I need manpower to unload the bodies to the morgue, let these clones do the work for me."
Raymond nodded in agreement, in the military camp, corpse handling was an important task, prioritized above new recruit training.
"Okay, then come follow me."
The man in the silver uniform lightly leaped up onto the five-meter-high vehicle, agile as a bird, leaving Qin Tian in awe.
Super Captain America?
"All of you, move out at a run."
Officer Raymond ordered loudly, then led the team closely following the convoy, and about 20 minutes later, they arrived in front of a gigantic barrack.
"Move all the bodies inside."
From the vehicle, mechanical hands extended, grabbing the corpses inside and gently placing them on the ground.
The clones lined up, one by one, picking up the bodies on the ground, moving them to the designated room in the barracks.
Very soon, it was Qin Tian’s turn.
He embraced a man with only half his body left, dark red blood soaking the front of his chest, the thick stench of blood invading his nostrils, almost making him vomit.
However, he still resisted this discomfort, expressionlessly completing the tasks just like the other clones.
The first one, the second one...
Gradually, Qin Tian found himself seemingly getting used to this job, no matter how dilapidated the corpse in his arms was, even if intestines were exposed outside, his reaction was no longer as intense as initially.
Previously, this would have been unimaginable.
"Could it be that the instincts of this cloned body are influencing me?"
Qin Tian pursed his lips, squatting down to pick up the next body.
Just at that moment, he saw a green light sphere suddenly floating up from the corpse, he thought his eyes were playing tricks, but the next second, the light sphere flew straight towards his chest.
The light sphere merged into his body, Qin Tian’s body stiffened for a second or two, then he slowly stood up, emotionlessly carrying the corpse away.
[Name] Absolute Gunmastery (Green)
[Type] Passive Talent ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱
[Introduction] The holder has an innate mastery of firearms, capable of predicting target trajectories by synthesizing the environment, achieving precise strikes.
Several lines of text floated before his retinas.
Qin Tian slightly lowered his head, masking the joy and excitement surging in his eyes.
"I knew it, how could a transmigrator not have a cheat ability."
As an outsider dubbed ’cannon fodder’, he was originally very pessimistic about the future, thinking it would be difficult to survive in this harsh war environment.
But now, it seemed, no road is entirely impassable.
This battlefield, filled with blood and death, might perhaps be a place of opportunity for him.
Qin Tian quickened his pace, placing the corpse in the morgue, then joined a queue with fewer people to handle the next corpse.
It was a man of slender build, clad in a silver leather combat suit, to look at him from the outside, he seemed unharmed, but upon embracing him, Qin Tian discovered that this person’s bones were almost entirely shattered; with a slight shake, a crackling sound came from within as if bones were grinding against each other.
Fortunately, this man unexpectedly brought him two talent light spheres.
[Name] Danger Perception (Green)
[Type] Passive Talent
[Introduction] The possessor of this talent is like a battlefield prophet, able to acutely sense nearby dangers and respond promptly.
[Name] Lesser Blade Sense (White)
[Type] Passive Talent
[Introduction] The holder has an extraordinary understanding and control over blades, allowing blade trajectories to be more precise and swinging motions to be smooth and natural.