Zhao Chen looked at the densely packed cultivation chambers in front of him, which resembled a honeycomb in operation. He knew that when he came last time, there were only a few in operation.
Right now, everyone is working.
One by one, the delicate bodies of female crew members were produced, and then their original consciousness was injected into them.
Looking at the female crew members, Zhao Chen felt a little heavy-hearted.
All of this is because of the sacrifices made in this battle.
In this battle, the three JF-17 Thunder Legions lost a total of nearly 500,000 female JF-17 crew members.
During this period, the T4 Reborn-class clone starship worked tirelessly to revive all the female crew members who had sacrificed their lives.
This is the first time we've had such a massive workload.
"How is the situation right now?" Zhao Chen asked.
Rabbit-woman A-Yun trembled, her ears perked up, and after a moment of surprise, she said, "The resurrection process is progressing smoothly. It is estimated that in another half day, all those who sacrificed themselves in the previous battle will be resurrected."
In fact, given the speed of the Reborn-class clone starship, it could have been completed within a day.
But the most important issue is the resettlement of these people.
Because half of the female soldiers who were resurrected during the first civil war were still recuperating half a month ago.
The two groups of female soldiers came together, which raised the question of their placement.
Therefore, the only option is to artificially reduce the resurrection efficiency.
"If it weren't for Secretary Lilith bringing thirty T3 Andromeda-class interplanetary medical ships this time, none of these incubation pods would have been operational."
"Have the number of resurrected people been tallied yet?" Zhao Chen asked.
Rabbit-woman A-Yun immediately pulled up a data file containing information on all the resurrected female crew members, their current situation, and so on.
These can be mainly divided into several categories.
One category consists of those who have been revived and rejoined the workforce; their current names and positions will be listed later.
Because the resurrected individuals are currently kept secret, they will join the Dragon Legion with a new identity and enter a completely new environment.
They will also be told that they are strictly prohibited from contacting past friends and relatives.
Some people might wonder, won't we encounter this?
The Dragon Legion is enormous, with tens of thousands of interstellar warships combined. Moreover, each interstellar warship is divided into many departments, and some people may never recognize all their comrades on their own interstellar warship in their entire lives.
Therefore, it is practically impossible for acquaintances to meet.
The second category consists of those who have been resurrected but are in poor mental condition. However, they still wish to return to their combat posts, so they are left to recuperate ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) and be observed further.
The third category is similar to the second, but they have been determined to be forever unable to return to combat duty.
For the third type of resurrected individuals, several options are generally offered. The first is retirement, where they can live on any planet in the Xiaolong Galaxy and receive wealth that ordinary people could not accumulate in a dozen lifetimes. While they may not become extremely wealthy, they can at least live a life free from worries about food and drink, and they can also be given the best jobs.
Alternatively, one can choose to join a second- or third-tier position in the Dragon Legion, such as a Starship, Eden, or Goddess Academy-class starship.
The vast majority of female crew members who suffer from post-mortem trauma choose to continue contributing their remaining energy in second- or third-line positions within the JF-17 Thunder Corps.
The fourth category is female crew members who are in a state of recuperation after being resurrected.
The fifth category consists of female crew members awaiting resurrection.
All the numbers were recorded in the data of Bunny Girl A-Yun.
"Over a million." Zhao Chen murmured as he looked at the total.
The JF-17 Thunder Legion has suffered more than one million casualties to get to where it is today.
If it weren't for the Reborn-class clone starships, these million female soldiers would have died forever on the battlefield, their young lives wasted.
Could one of them be someone close to you?
Charlotte? Lilith? Zhao Wan'er? Zhao Ruyue? Shen Bing?...
Zhao Chen dared not think about it.
Zhao Chen looked at the most important line of data.
That includes nearly 500,000 female soldiers who are either recuperating or awaiting resurrection.
This is a very large number.
"Make sure these resurrected female soldiers are properly taken care of!" Zhao Chen looked at the bunny girl A-Yun seriously: "Whatever your needs, we will meet them."
They are heroes who died once for the development of our Falcon Legion; we cannot let them down!
The rehabilitation training and psychological counseling of these female soldiers have always required a lot of resources, more than the cost of raising a healthy female soldier.
However, Zhao Chen always agreed to these expenses without any hesitation.
"Please rest assured, Commander, I guarantee I will complete the mission!" Rabbit-woman A-Yun said, her eyes red and deeply moved.
No... rabbits' eyes are supposed to be red...
Afterwards, Rabbit-woman A-Yun took Zhao Chen to some recuperation areas, and Zhao Chen also personally comforted some of the resurrected female crew members and soothed some of the crew members who were emotionally distraught.
Zhao Chen's shoulder has been lent out countless times.
After comforting a female crew member, Zhao Chen noticed a figure huddled under the covers next to him, deliberately turning its back to him and covering its head.
In fact, Zhao Chen already knew her identity, and one of his purposes in coming here was to see her.
Zhao Chen leaned down, looking at the half-buried head. He spoke softly to the exposed ear, "Wu Chun'er? What's wrong? Did I do something to annoy you that makes you so reluctant to see me?"
The sound of breathing and voices around her made Wu Chun'er shudder.
He suddenly sat up on the hospital bed, looking at the commander with slightly red eyes.
"No...no...I...I just feel ashamed to face the commander..."
Her ears were completely red at that moment.
Zhao Chen squinted: "Shameless? Why?"
"I...I have one of my T4 Paladin-class heavy interstellar missile frigates...destroyed..."
It caused huge losses to our legion... I... I..." Wu Chun'er lowered her head in shame.
"Losses? Who said that?" Zhao Chen said, feigning anger.
“I know... the Paladin-class heavy interstellar missile frigate is very important... I... I...” Wu Chun’er’s voice was trembling.
Zhao Chen reached out and stroked Wu Chun'er's lowered head: "The Paladin-class heavy interstellar missile frigate is very important, even though our Xiaolong Legion only has a little over a hundred of them right now!"
This made Wu Chun'er lower her head even further.
But Zhao Chen changed the subject: "But you are more important to me and to the Xiaolong Legion."
In that situation, if it weren't for your use of the ships as a shield, our JF-17 squadron would have suffered even greater losses!
You should feel no shame, you should be proud, for you are a hero of the Dragon Squad!
As he spoke, Zhao Chen looked at Lilith behind him.
Lilith understood what she meant, took out a small box, and opened it.
Inside the small box was a medal with a dragon-patterned petal design.
"Raise your head! Even in a hospital bed, the commander of my Xiaolong Legion should maintain the bearing of a soldier!" Zhao Chen said sternly.
Wu Chun'er immediately straightened her chest and raised her head. If her legs hadn't been still weak, she probably would have stood up straight.
Zhao Chen pinned the dragon-patterned petal medal on Wu Chun'er's chest.
"This is a special medal of our Dragon Legion, which every resurrected person has. But it has no name, just like you will also lose your real names for some time to come."
This medal cannot be proudly displayed on one's chest.
There will be no celebration ceremony, no public awards, and even your relatives and friends are currently immersed in grief.
But please rest assured, you will soon regain your original identities.
Then you will be able to wear this medal openly and proudly, and receive the admiring gazes of all JF-17 crew members!
"You are heroes!" Zhao Chen said firmly.
Wu Chun'er looked at the medal and cried.
This medal will also have a name in the future.
'Resurrected Medal'.
It is one of the most prestigious medals awarded by the JF-17 Thunder Legion, and a source of pride for many JF-17 crew members!
