"Apart from the strange beasts that we can see, there are two main ways that mycelial life can cause harm to humans. They are spore clouds and biofields."
The former Wager Chemical Plant is now a training base.
This place has now been completely transformed into a training camp, and hundreds of veterans are quietly listening to a lecture in a tiered classroom converted from a factory.
This is part of their daily training.
Based on the principle of "more suffering in peacetime and fewer deaths on the battlefield", Yan Ming formulated an absolutely strict timetable.
Every day starts at six in the morning and ends at eleven at night, and every minute and every second is fully arranged by him, just to make these veterans learn as much knowledge as possible, master more combat skills, and improve their survival rate in future wars.
The veterans who are returning to work do not have many complaints about the training intensity, which is even higher than that in the military camp, because they can clearly feel that their bodies are getting better.
Most veterans are between the ages of thirty and fifty. Those over fifty are a bit too old, and those under thirty can hardly be called veterans.
Their physical functions have long passed their peak, but they have sufficient combat experience.
This is exactly what Lin Qingliu hoped for. After each battle, the soldiers' survival rate in the next battle will increase, so he specifically asked Yan Ming and Zhuang Mian to select these qualified candidates to join his plan.
As for the question of body functions...
After undergoing the camp inspection, each soldier will receive a capsule in the morning and evening. The researcher in charge of distributing the medicine claims that this is the latest achievement of the institute. Combined with the physical training arranged by professional instructors, it can slowly repair body organs that have begun to decline.
This is of course a white lie. The capsule shells are filled with handfuls of starch produced on the assembly line.
The one who actually helped these soldiers slowly recover their physical condition was Lin Qingliu.
That's right, the man standing on top of Hope City finally completed the reinforcement of the soldiers in an anonymous way.
The specific method is to stand in the middle of the dormitory building of the training camp at midnight every day, and then use his own abilities to strengthen the bodies of these veterans. The method is simple and boring.
As for where does the vitality consumed by sharing one's abilities come from?
Recently, there are always circles of rapidly withering mycelium areas outside Hope City. When viewed from the sky, they look like a few bald spots on the top of the dense head.
This was of course done by Lin Qingliu. Every night, this man would move at high speed and teleport over short distances to appear directly in the area controlled by the mycelium. He would then violently suck the vitality out of a piece of land, and finally return to the nest like an adult bird bringing back prey to feed his young.
However, his movement speed and absorption speed were so fast that the hyphae died completely before they could transmit the information of the enemy attack to the main will.
Although the Mycelium Will didn't know who was responsible for this loss, it had a basic guess -
It would be difficult to find a second sword tomb like this among nearly tens of millions of humans.
Unfortunately, on the one hand, Lin Qingliu is an extremely powerful individual, and it is difficult for the mycelium will to capture his trace; on the other hand, the mycelium will has an endless coverage area and does not care about losing this little "hair", so there was no major conflict between the two sides.
In fact, Lin Qingliu also had another mentality in doing this, which was to draw a lottery.
After killing a newborn consciousness last time, Lin Qingliu was able to confirm that the mycelial will had hidden the remaining human brain.
But he had no way of judging the exact location, so while he absorbed the vitality, he was also drawing lots. If there happened to be manipulated and enslaved human brains in the area, he could also help these people who were actually dead to be freed.
Unfortunately, thousands of brains are negligible compared to the vast fungal carpet. Lin Qingliu has maintained the habit of drawing once a day for nearly two months, but unfortunately he has not won any prizes yet.
As for Hope City, rather than telling the soldiers that they had received the Speaker's blessing, Lin Qingliu hoped that the soldiers would believe that their physical improvement came from the achievements of their fellow researchers in the institute and their own unremitting training.
This would at least avoid the emergence of blind worship. He hoped that these soldiers would truly believe in the concept of humanity itself, rather than a specific person.
With this continuous strengthening, the time has come to the beginning of May of the 53rd year of the New Era, which is now.
"Can anyone answer the basic rules for preventing biofield erosion?"
Yan Ming pointed at the contents on the PPT with a laser pen and turned his gaze to the veterans below.
Being an instructor, or a teacher, is certainly a stressful and tiring job.
But compared to the emergencies that could occur at any time 24 hours a day, the instructor's work intensity is basically like a vacation for Yan Ming.
Two months later, his complexion had visibly improved. Although he had no ability to activate, the redness of his fingertips and lips was almost indistinguishable from that of a normal person.
The blood in his body has been particularly vigorous recently, and Yan Ming can even feel that his hard power has improved to a certain extent.
But this is also the most annoying part of this job. Although these soldiers are not illiterate and can write and count to some extent, it is really difficult to get them to attend classes.
He glanced downwards, and the guys with graying temples began to analyze why the table was so flat.
Yan Ming cast his eyes on the list and began to look for the destined person:
"Liu Xiaoheng."
"arrive."
A man who was not very tall but very strong stood up with a deathly pale face.
To be honest, he would rather go out for a run or two. After all, his body has recovered very well recently, even better than his peak ten years ago.
So why doesn’t the brain regain its peak performance?
Liu Xiaoheng sometimes thinks about this problem, but he doesn't consider that his brain power may have always been at this level.
But now is not the time to think about these things, as Instructor Yan Ming below is already looking at him with murderous eyes.
This is not something that can be easily fooled, because the true identity of this person has been spread privately in this military camp:
The strange beasts killed by the "Blood Puppet" could probably fill up the entire chemical plant;
The factory goons killed by the "specialist" could almost fill this large classroom;
Although the "instructor" has not used a knife from the beginning to now, even if it is a pure bare-handed fighting, everyone here has fallen at his hands.
Damn it, can’t think about it anymore.
Liu Xiaoheng hated the fact that his brain would start to think about random things at every critical moment, and the sweat on his forehead had begun to gather into drops.
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