Soldiers

"Conscripts…"

Excitement filled Zhao Yu's eyes. The establishment of the training camp meant he would transition from fighting alone to combat in groups.

There would be conscripts, infantry, and potentially even more elite special forces in the future.

The most urgent task at hand was to gather the necessary materials for the conscripts.

"72 kilograms of flesh and blood can produce a 66-kilogram clone, with a possibility loss of 6 kilograms..."

"10 grams, 100 grams of silver, 500 grams of copper, these are likely the materials needed for the AI chip..."

As for the 1 kilogram of fabric, Zhao Yu guessed it might be intended for the clothing.

Zhao Yu examined the training camp in detail before heading back to the base.

Having been out for almost a day, he was exhausted. After a brief wash-up, he went to bed.

When he woke up again, his technology points had naturally increased to 50.