Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

It didn't take Rankopel much time to sign such a formal operator agreement.

On the part of the personnel department and the notary department, I learned that this official operator agreement for himself was completely different from ordinary agreements, and was written and finally confirmed by Kelsey himself.

The cumbersome process was also simplified as much as possible, and it only took Rankopel ten minutes to finally get his badge and Rhode Island operator's uniform from the logistics procurement department.

"It fits. After

Rankopel actually wore it, he found that his Rhode Island Operator uniform was also customized, and the interior should be made of a large number of high-density new fibers.

Its biggest feature is that it has greatly improved tolerance - which is really good, and the ordinary clothes used to be basically destroyed into rags in some slightly fiercer battles.

"Wow... It's actually a customized material that fits my source stone skills. After

sensing the dress, Rankopel actually found that this uniform was completely based on his source stone skills and a large number of customized special materials.

This also means that as long as the clothes are not shattered into slag, Rankopel can use his source stone skills to repair it and recreate it as it is.

At the same time, I found that this uniform was not a short jacket type, but more inclined to the Victorian aristocratic trench coat dress, but some complicated and fancy parts were abandoned.

It's even a bit like... The clothes of the Blood Demon Maharajah that I had seen before.

"RHODESISLAND..."

Lankoper looked at the Rhode Island logo printed on his left shoulder, and sighed for a while, although the supernumerary operator also had an operator uniform, but it had already been destroyed in the previous battle.

Without further delay, after thanking the operators of the logistics and procurement department, Rankopel stepped out of the gate and continued to walk towards the deck.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Rankopel.

"Mr. Rankopel, is this your new uniform? "

Ahhh... Hello...... Mr. Rankopel ... Are you going to the deck... It's faster to get past there. In

the hallway and stairs, I also met several Rhode Island operators who knew him, and they greeted Rankopel very kindly, and some said that their operator uniform was simply too handsome.

"Good afternoon, everyone, it's been hard work. Rankopel

naturally responded politely one by one.

......

After about five or six minutes, Rankopel returned to the deck, and just after opening the door, he saw a dozen or so people gathered in the distance, apparently his own iron guards.

"Good afternoon, old fellows, there was a little delay just now.

Naturally, Rankopel didn't have anything to be inhibited, and very naturally walked over and greeted the old guys in a loud voice:

"It's been a long time, guys."

When

the iron guards under his command saw that Rankopel had arrived, they all gathered around in unison - it was obvious that they were very energetic at this time.

"Leaders ... Your clothes... Have you officially joined

Rhode Island?" the

first person to speak was indeed Weiss, who was indeed very different from before, and had a Rhode Island occupation badge around his waist, so he asked.

"Yes, officially joined Rhode Island.

Rankopel beckoned the old guys to sit down and said to all of them:

"But rest assured, the freedom is still very high, and with the passage of time and more events, it is also a sure thing to establish deeper field cooperation with Rhode Island."

"I'm still your leader too, Weiss. When

Weiss heard this, he replied in a somewhat complicated tone:

"Well, although Rhode Island does not treat us well, the leader we truly recognize in our hearts will always be you, and your command will always be the highest level."

Then Weiss looked at Rankopel's hair, obviously noticing something strange

: "I was too excited just now to look closely, and I feel that your white hair has become a lot more..."

Rankopel didn't care, just replied:

"The price is just a price, compared to the results exchanged, it's not worth mentioning."

At this time, one of the Usas in the iron guard also sighed:

"Leader, you are still the same as when you were in Usas, always fighting the most difficult battles... And the hardest part of the battle is on yourself. Rankopel

just smiled when he heard this, which was also his choice.

Although Rankopel did ridicule himself before that he had basically separated three high-end games and five life and death games since he crossed, he also benefited from the rapid growth of his strength.

If the daily battle opponents are ordinary bounty hunters, mercenaries, infected pickets, they will soon develop into fried fish ponds, and there is no way to provide themselves with much valuable combat insights.

At that time, if you encounter a really strong and outrageous opponent, it is estimated that it will be crushed in a few strokes.

For example, this time, if he had not fought with the inner guard, the double inner guard, the blood demon lord, and the immortal black snake Buddha before, and hit the essence of this source stone, the people of Lankoper would be flattened with a slap on the other side.

So until now, Rankopel has a strong sense of crisis about his strength, and every time he thinks of the previous battle, he can be said to be glad and uneasy.

"Can you still use

the sword?" asked

Rankopel, glancing at the sword that Wess had made himself at his waist.

"The weight and hardness are just right... Although it has not been used for a long time... Ha ha...... If this continues, I will probably have to get farm tools with both hands. Ves

replied as he took out the blood-iron longsword he was carrying behind his body.

Lankoper looked at the black-red longsword, the black-red sword body had already had a lot of gaps, which were all glorious traces left by fighting with Tallula's herd during Chernoberg.

In order to make it more comfortable to hold, Weiss added some non-slip wrapping cloth to the hilt, which currently looks a little dirty, but at a glance you can still see that this is the creation of his source stone skills.

"Nothing, if you really don't need it one day, just keep it as a souvenir, Vese." Rankopel

gently stroked the sword, his skills gushed like a stream of water, and the longsword suddenly took on a new look, and it was far sharper and stronger than before.

"Blood iron is heavy, you can wield it as a weapon, you have a lot of strength, Weiss. Rankopel

handed the bloody iron sword back to him and said.

"False, leader.

When Weiss heard this, he touched his head a little embarrassed, and replied:

"My main profession is a doctor, and swordsmanship is only practiced by me.

"And I don't know where many of the old Sakaz guys in the Iron Guard are stronger than me, but now they are all busy with Chernoberg."

"Alas, in the future, we will have the strength, whether it is a Sakaz or a Usasian, and basically we will go to Mr. Lige's wheat field to do some farm work."

"Red wheat has been doing well lately, and the next harvest will be ready soon, and even if it is not imported at all, Chernoberg can be self-sufficient in food."

Another Sakaz in the iron guard also said at this time:

"Yes, there is food, the people of our city are not panicked, how many conflicts, how many contradictions, are caused by food, the most basic biological resource."

"I've seen before two Sakaz children fight over a wild wheat plant that grows in the wilderness, and I was bitter and helpless.

Rankopel bowed his head lightly, so that he could feel much more relieved, and asked:

"How are the indigenous people of Chernoberg getting along with the integration movement and some infected people now?"

"These Chernoberg natives initially discriminated against the infected because they were blinded by the overwhelming propaganda of the Usas Empire. "

Previously, the Integration Movement, led by you and the evil god Usas called the Black Serpent we mentioned,

tortured and slaughtered a large number of the inhabitants of Chernoberg.

"This undoubtedly confirms the label that the empire placed on the infected, so at that time the relationship had a bad effect that could hardly be bridged."

"But fortunately, after the old patriot entered Chernoberg as quickly as possible, he began to execute the thugs, enforce military discipline, and protect civilians from harm."

"Among them, there are also some fighters who really fight for the infected, so that the infected can coexist peacefully with the uninfected, and they also help and protect some civilians."

"So these citizens are also beginning to believe that there is also a qualitative difference between the integration movement and the integration movement."

"Some citizens began to spontaneously tell other citizens about their experiences of being protected by the true integration movement fighters, coupled with the deeds of the old patriot man and his shield guard, and the name of [the shield of the infected]..."

"Finally, these citizens of Chernoberg began to gradually reconcile with the current integration movement and accept that after all, they can no longer change anything, and people always have to live."

"Later, shortly after you left, the old man of the patriot personally came to the stage and told the vicious plan of the Usas Empire to use this entire Usas edge city-state as a springboard in order to start a war with the Great Yan. "

Many of the indigenous people of Chernoberg also believed this, so the hatred was directed deeper into the mastermind, so from then on, our relationship with them gradually warmed up." "

Now, after the tempering of a large number of Rhode Island operators, the help of the integrated movement members, the high living allowance, and the amiable and orderly discipline, they have gradually changed their perception of us."

"So now, leader, you can even see that the citizens of Chernoberg can sometimes shake hands cordially with the integration movement or our Sakatz, the Demon in their eyes."

"But after all... The past is still vividly remembered, but except for some trivial contradictions, there is nothing, I believe that after a while, there will be no small contradictions. The

Iron Guard said a lot in one breath, and he should have been paying attention to the reconciliation of relations between Chernoberg and the indigenous people.