The quicksand base has a circular outer wall, with a diameter of about one kilometer, and the outer wall has an average height of 5 meters, which is also an alloy concrete structure. There is a turret every 10 meters on the outer wall. Inside the enclosure are all the facilities such as aprons, mech depots, barracks, etc. There are even a small water pond and many trees. According to the pilot of the plane, the underground of the base is almost empty, there are three levels of underground space about the same size as above ground, more than 500 people stationed here will not feel crowded.
Xia Chen was taken to the base's infirmary, where he had his wounds treated, showered, and found a clean uniform to wear, now that he had nothing and all his personal belongings had been damaged in the explosion.
The base staff took him to the commander's office on the second basement level, which was exactly what he reported.
"Report sir, Private Xia Chen is here to report."
Lt. Col. Nichol, the commander of Quicksand Base, silently looked at Xia Chen for a long time before speaking.
"I don't know what background you have, nor do I know your character, nor do I know your strength, I can just be sure that you are a lucky guy. Generally speaking, there are always some guys who have better luck than others on the battlefield, who can survive a little longer than others, and I think you are one of them."
It turned out that Xia Chen arrived three days late because the road from Lupin to Watchtower was too long. There were 20 recruits to be added to Quicksand Base, but he was late, so the 19 soldiers followed the supply convoy and left first. As a result, the supply convoy was attacked by two sand pirates halfway and failed to reach the supply station before dark, and encountered a swarm of stinging scorpions after dark.
"The old guy Frey's helper in the mech maintenance section of the logistics office died, this is an unlucky man, so, you go and report to old Frey, first do your job in the logistics office, maybe you will live a little longer," Nichol said helplessly.
"Yes, sir."
"Go on, lad, welcome to Quicksand Hell."
The logistics section was on the third basement level of the base, and he first went to the quartermaster's office to get his equipment: two sets of camouflage uniforms, a personal tactical terminal, dog tags, a backpack, and a pistol.
The personal tactical terminal of this era, only the size of an electronic watch, has the functions of visual communication, data transmission, GPS positioning, electronic key, remote control of weapons, vital signs detection, and even can be connected to the main control computer of the base and Skynet to obtain information at any time.
Through the personal terminal, he came to a huge mech warehouse, in which all kinds of mech parts were piled up like a mountain. This pile is the head, that pile is the arm, and a pile is a propeller ...... a small, balding white man in his fifties, covered in oil, is sitting on a pile of mecha "head" looking for something.
"Report to Chief Petty Officer Frey, Private Xia Chen is here to report."
The little old man got out of the pile of parts and looked at Xia Chen.
"How old are you?" The little old man asked.
"Sir, I just turned 16 years old."
"Have you ever repaired a mech?"
"No, sir."
"Then have you learned mech repair techniques?"
"No, sir."
"Then what are you doing here?" The little old man got a little angry.
"Damn Nicole, I told him I was looking for someone smarter, smarter, and had organic armor maintenance skills to help. What are you doing here to amuse me?"
"Report sir, Lt. Col. Nichol said I had better luck than the original unlucky guy, so he sent me here."
OOXX, Nichol ......XXOO......" Old man Frey greeted Nichol and all the women in his family with the most vicious language in the universe.
After ten minutes, his mouth was dry from cursing and he finally stopped.
"You, come with me," he flung his hand and walked to his office, a small room in the warehouse, where the table and floor were filled with books, drawings, and mecha parts. He rummaged under the table for half a day and finally found a thick book and threw it on the table with a "ping", and from the sound of it, he knew that it was not a thin book at all.
"This" A Brief History of Mecha Development and Design ", you take it back to read, give you three days, if you can't reach 70 points, you go out to fight bugs. I don't want waste here." He paused and then said, "The empty house behind the warehouse was occupied by the unlucky man before. His personal belongings were burned down. You go and live there... This unlucky man has to find a woman on the satellite..." He muttered and turned back and climbed onto the parts pile. It turned out that his former helper, that is, the unlucky one, was at an age when he was hot-blooded and in strong demand. However, the female creatures in the quicksand base, except Freya, the "blood rose" that no one dared to provoke, were all "dinosaurs" over 50 years old. Later, the unlucky man was unable to hold back, so he asked for leave and went to the Watch Star Space Station to "relax" for a few days. As a result, when he came back with the motorcade, he became the food of scorpions.
Xia Chen went to the hut behind the warehouse and used his terminal to open the door. It was a small room of only 20 square meters, with a bed, a table, a bathroom, a lamp, a computer, and nothing else. He put down his luggage, picked up "A Brief History of Mecha Development and Design", and read it with interest.
At this sight, he was completely immersed in the book unconsciously. When the tactical terminal issued a "Didi" prompt tone to remind him to go to the restaurant for dinner, he didn't react, and the whole afternoon passed. This book has been read by him, only one in five. What surprised him was that when he was immersed in that state of engagement, he automatically entered the state of "insight". In this state, he can never forget anything. He can remember every page number and punctuation mark in the book clearly, and he can recall it at any time, which is faster than the search engine. It seems that this is the credit of the mysterious crystal pyramid again.