86: Chapter 86 From a certain perspective, Oglin is a disabled person.

Chapter 86: In a Certain Sense, Ogryns Are Disabled (Fourth Update)

The afternoon training session began.

Fu Haoran had weapons brought in.

Ripper guns, Stubbers, grenade launchers—all heavy weapons.

"Ogryns in melee will take the front as defense, gunners provide support from the rear," Ling Shuang instructed.

This was the most basic training content, something even a fool could learn!

At least, that's what Ling Shuang thought at first.

However, firearms training became Ling Shuang's nightmare.

She hoisted the modified Stubber, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A half-meter-long tongue of flame shot from the muzzle.

The recoil slammed into her shoulder, but she didn't budge an inch, only the heavy weight on her chest swayed violently.

Ling Shuang was already used to this. She kept her expression taut, pretending nothing had happened.

"This is how you use a Stubber. Now, each of you take one and practice shooting."

The Ogryns cheered and rushed forward to grab the guns.

The disaster began.

The first Ogryn took the gun and mimicked Ling Shuang's movements.

Then he started trembling all over, his teeth chattering: "T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t—"

Fu Haoran froze. "What's wrong with him?"

Ling Shuang stared for five seconds, her face turning pale. "He's... imitating the recoil."

A second Ogryn shoved his way over.

He didn't take the gun. Instead, he grabbed a handful of bullets, swung his arm in a wide arc, and hurled them.

The bullets whizzed across the training field like throwing darts.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Over a dozen dents were smashed into the target fifty meters away.

Ling Shuang stood frozen in place.

She looked at the bullet tips embedded in the target, then at the Ogryn's arms, thick enough to strangle a rhinoceros. Her lips moved, but no words came out.

Fu Haoran coughed. "At least... they're strong."

Ling Shuang took a deep breath, reasserting the authority of a Political Commissar. "No! You load the bullets into a magazine, insert the magazine into the gun, then pull the trigger to fire!"

She picked up a magazine and slid it into the gun's body.

Click—it locked into place.

"Just like this—"

Before she could finish, an Ogryn snatched the gun, grabbed the magazine, and yanked with all his might.

The magazine, along with a clump of internal parts, flew out in an arc, clattering against the wall thirty meters away.

It was totaled.

Ling Shuang stared at the "fallen" Stubber, her eyes vacant, but the tips of her ears flushed red with suppressed fury.

Over the next few days, the training field turned into a theater of hellish comedy.

On the first day, Ling Shuang taught them about the safety.

She demonstrated three times and guided their hands five times.

During the final check, an Ogryn snapped the safety lever clean off.

Ling Shuang had seen the mentally handicapped and the brain-damaged.

Those poor souls suffered, but they weren't stupid.

Ogryns, however, were simple, pure idiots.

All of Ling Shuang's meticulous instruction was met only with that dense, utterly benign stupidity and pure confusion.

And it seemed their brains contained nothing but thoughts of food!

However, the training that would drive her to the brink had only just begun.

Ancient wisdom, paid for in blood and tears, tells us one thing: people who are too clever are not suited for teaching.

During the first week of training, Ling Shuang struggled to restrain herself from getting angry at the idiots.

During the second week, she desperately reminded herself that, as a Political Commissar, she absolutely must not shoot these Ogryns!

During the third week, Ling Shuang suddenly realized that being forced into an arranged marriage by her family wasn't so bad after all.

While she'd lose her freedom, at least her sanity wouldn't be tortured.

During the fourth week, Ling Shuang began praying to the Emperor.

She swore she had never prayed to the Emperor with such piety, selflessness, and lack of worldly desire in her entire life.

She begged for the light of the Emperor's wisdom, even if not shared equally among all humanity, to at least grant a sliver to these Ogryns.

Despair became Ling Shuang's only emotion.

This sense of powerlessness and despair was so profound that without a bottle of strong liquor to help her sleep, Ling Shuang couldn't fall asleep at all.

Yet, what drove Ling Shuang most to the brink was that she couldn't bring herself to be angry at someone who bore her no ill will.

It was part of her noble upbringing.

The Ogryns were just too stupid. Ling Shuang had never imagined the word 'stupid' could be paired with a modifier like 'peerless in the world.'

Over these 30-plus days, Ling Shuang's only achievement was getting the Ogryns to learn to pull the trigger and shoot in the direction she pointed.

They didn't even know how to aim.

Whether they hit the target depended entirely on whether the God-Emperor's blessing was in full effect.

As for reloading, the most basic skill—a raw recruit could master the fundamental tactical movement in ten minutes. But for the Ogryns, that wasn't even enough time for them to distinguish between bullets.

Let alone tell which end was the primer and which was the bullet tip.

It could be said that during this period, Ling Shuang's entire mind was numb.

The Loyalty Heir Academy had taught her how to utilize abhuman auxiliary forces, about Ogryn physical capabilities, tactical applications, how to muster courage, and how to strengthen her faith.

The one thing they didn't teach was how to deal with idiots!

While Ling Shuang was breaking down, Fu Haoran wasn't idle.

He was quite certain Ling Shuang couldn't train the Ogryns into competent soldiers within 30 days.

Conventional methods were utterly ineffective.

More critically, surveillance from the Underhive showed Grave-Thief activity in Sector H-7 was becoming increasingly frequent. Conflict incidents had tripled over the past week.

Dredd from the Adeptus Arbites hadn't been heard from in three days.

Fu Haoran stared at the spreading red dots on the screen, knowing time was not on their side.

"Conventional training is a dead end. Ogryns' strengths are their strength, obedience, and simple conditioned reflexes. Their weaknesses are comprehension and fine motor skills."

"So, the solution isn't education. It's programming."

"Looks like I need to make another trip to 2K World."

Fu Haoran had considered using Tony's power armor technology but decided against it after some thought.

Theory and practice were two different things. Without a practical foundation, he might not be able to pull it off.

The key issue was a lack of supporting talent.

What the Ogryns needed now was a set of auxiliary exoskeletons that could teach them 'what a trigger is, what a muzzle is.' In essence, a smart assistive system that guided their limbs.

This kind of work was best left to a company from 2K World.

9 AM, Kangjian Technology conference room.

"Follow the data. I'll provide the corresponding materials here," Fu Haoran tapped his tablet. "200 sets, delivery by month's end."

"Use the best materials for the rest. The shell needs to be impact-resistant."

The product manager looked at the parameters Fu Haoran handed over, his hand trembling slightly. "Mr. Fu, the output torque you're asking for... this is hardly spec for elderly care equipment."

The engineer's tone was even more unfriendly. "Mr. Fu, with horsepower cranked this high, if the user flails their arms around, they could fling themselves off their feet, even injure themselves."

"Besides, higher horsepower inevitably increases size. This goes against our designOriginal intention for the disabled. I think this is extremely irresponsible—"

—

Clearly, the engineer was an idealistic, principled person.

Fu Haoran cut him off directly. "I know what's safe. I can sign a liability waiver with you. If anything happens, you won't be held responsible."

Arrogant!

The engineer thought this rich kid was too arrogant. Just because he had a few stinking coins, he thought he was hot stuff, completely disregarding user safety!

The product manager also thought this was nonsense. A waiver didn't just absolve everything.

However, as a seasoned product manager, he knew to leave room in negotiations. As long as the money was made, who cared if it was dirty money? "May I ask, Mr. Fu, who are your target users? I need to specify it clearly in the contract."

Fu Haoran thought of the figures over two meters tall and answered without blinking. "For a group of adult gorillas."

Product Manager: ————

Engineer: ————

"Fine, fine. Since you're being this shameless, don't blame me for not being polite."

The product manager decided to make an outrageous demand. "Mr. Fu, producing a non-standard product like yours will likely be very expensive. We'd like to know your budget."

The product manager had already planned to quote 180,000 per set for what was essentially an 80,000 top-tier spec, aiming to fleece him dry.

Fu Haoran thought for a moment and said, "I need these urgently. How about this: at a standard of 280,000 per set, give me 200 to start."

How much?

280,000 per set?

That's the price of a car!

The product manager asked uncertainly, "Mr. Fu, are you sure that's 5.6 million?"

"Yes. Make me a prototype. Once it passes testing, I'll pay in full immediately."

Gulp~

This was what you called 'loaded.'

This was truly loaded!

Seeing the two had no further issues, Fu Haoran asked impatiently, "Any problems?"

Before the product manager could speak, the engineer chimed in with a radiant smile, "Boss, you have a great eye! We absolutely have no problems!"

The product manager, having snapped back to reality, glanced at the thick-browed, big-eyed engineer and thought, "Good grief. Usually when I give you requirements, it's 'can't do this, can't do that.' Now you're kneeling so fast? That's not what you said a moment ago!"

Feeling the product manager's mocking gaze, the engineer glared back, secretly pleased. "So what if it's for gorillas? As long as the money's right, I'll give you as much horsepower as you want. Even if you asked me to build an exoskeleton for King Kong on Skull Island, I could do it!"

After the contract was signed, Fu Haoran leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.

The equipment was secured, the personnel were there. Now it was up to whether Ling Shuang could handle leading them.

He checked the time. How long until the possible Grave-Thief uprising?

Fu Haoran didn't know the answer, but he knew one thing: if the Ogryns were still in their current state thirty days from now, things would get messy.

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