My Players Are So Fierce

“This here is some top-of-the-line contraband smuggled from Charldo Harbor.

If you weren’t such a major client, I wouldn’t be willing to bring this out.

Just take one deep inhale; the Half-body Man has set the inhalation control so it can precisely control unconsciousness time to ten minutes.

Hey, big guy over there, your mechanical hand has some new combat components, you want to switch it out too?

The new strong-attack frame just arrived, and its power output is insane.

We call it the Gorilla Arm.

I’ve entrusted Lord Flywheel to redesign its internal structure, so now you can also attach small Mantis Blades too.”

“Sure, give me one!”

As Loyal Brother and Iron Hand Captain engaged in conversation, Major Ron drifted into a hazy sleep.

By the time he awoke, the mechanical body implant surgery had been completed.

His left leg still didn’t have that organic feel, but he could clearly sense a “new organ” there waiting for orders.

This was quite a novel experience.

He had previously heard Captain Robinson describe the feeling of receiving the prosthetic body for the first time.

The mechanical arm that always required orders to move was cumbersome to use, but once adapted, it felt much more practical and deadly compared to the original hand.

“Although it’s a basic prosthetic, I’ve also installed a jump enhancement module and a shock absorption module.

Now you can leap into the sky and dive into the battlefield in a ‘rocket strike’ style.”

Loyal Brother cheerfully patted Ron’s mechanical leg, saying:

“Let the Captain teach you the specific usage method.

Oh, considering you might become penniless later, the Captain covered the extra retrofit expenses for you this time.

We’ll see each other again, young man.

I’ve just arranged to buy you a ticket to the airship station on the Maginot Line, due in thirty minutes, but listen to your uncle’s advice: don’t act impulsively when things arise!

Your future is important.

You must understand that what you swallow is grievance, but what you’re feeding is perspective.”

Having ignited the situation again, he dragged his mechanical box out of the ward, while the Iron Hand Captain stood to the side, adjusting to the new mechanical hand.

This thing was a full two sizes bigger than the previous one, and even with Iron Hand Captain’s exaggerated upper body muscles, it seemed slightly disproportionate.

However, the sense of power bursting from the Iron Giant Fist when clenched was certainly intimidating to the max.

Such a heavy punch could likely fracture a Wolf Person’s skull, and in battles against human enemies, this thing served as a definitive deadly weapon.

Ron attempted to leap off the hospital bed, staggered when standing but quickly steadied himself.

He issued follow-up commands to his mechanical leg, and a mini-steam furnace buzzed inside upon his first step, allowing several modules to operate and adjust the landing force based on Ron’s gait.

It sounded very sophisticated, but the unique roughness of steam engineering kept it “barely usable” in a “clumsy” manner.

After several adjustments, Ron was able to move in a rather awkward manner, but it was clear more time was needed to use the mechanical hand as flexibly as Iron Hand Captain.

“You stay here; I’m heading to the Maginot Line.”

Ron draped a coat over himself and prepared to set out, but the Captain shook his head, fetched him a classic green military coat for warmth, and said:

“It’s already deep winter, Major, and you’re still a patient.”

“What do you mean with that backpack?”

Ron glanced at his adjutant, saying:

“I didn’t ask you to follow me; you don’t have a general for a father.

If you dare follow me to the Marshal’s office, watch your head!”

“General Soros ordered me to protect you, Sir.”

Iron Hand Captain shrugged, saying:

“I must perform my duties.

Besides, I suddenly realized that with my background, retiring as a school officer would be my greatest fortune, and I have a big family to feed.

Just relying on a military salary won’t give my family a good life.

You’re not the gambling king of Transylvania, and you have many ways to make money with your righteous spirit.

Following you will definitely bring big money.”

“That’s nonsense, stay here!”

Ron grabbed the adjutant’s backpack, scolding:

“You’ve risked your life so many times for your career.

Now, after becoming a war hero, you’re destined for success.

There’s no need to throw your future away with me, a wastrel.

I don’t need that stuff, but you’re different.”

“Only a third of our brothers from Position Eight came back; the rest are still lying here.

Who doesn’t have a fire in their hearts?

You’re not the only one who found problems.

If I dared to let you seek justice alone for our fallen brothers, the others would eat me alive.”

Iron Hand Captain sighed, saying:

“Future prospects are important, but we men, in our lives, have some things more important than fancy stuff.

I’m a simple man, can’t comprehend the complex matters only Colonel Fraser could understand.

If you think there are hidden issues related to the high command of the Exploration Corps, then I’m willing to follow you to storm the Headquarters.

Hopefully, General Soros will speak up for me when a furious Marshal wants to execute me for dutifully obeying orders.”

“You won’t die.

We’re already war heroes, and even if Marshal Loren is furious, he has to consider domestic repercussions too.

He can’t do something like punishing heroes after a war because King Louis’s passive arrangement towards Transylvania meant they had to rely on promoting our victories domestically after Blackflame Mountain Pass fell.