The next day, the task had been assigned, which was clearly a kind of retaliation.
"What task?"
Su Mo was also slightly startled.
"It's like this, Major Mo Baoke has ordered you to go to our team's hangar to inspect the maintenance condition of all the Mechas, and you will have to write a report too," Zhao Bo said.
This was a tremendously tedious task; the entire eighty-six reserve squads had a total of 52 combatants equipped with 51 first-generation Iron Guard Mechas and one second-generation mech.
To check and maintain each one would be exhaustingly busy.
Just inspecting was one thing, but writing a report meant no peaceful off-hours.
Even if you seriously completed the task and wrote the report, just a casual remark from your superiors could make you rewrite it entirely.
After hearing Zhao Bo's words, Su Mo frowned slightly and responded, "Am I the only person performing this task? Isn't there anyone else to assist?"
'I'm afraid not,' Zhao Bo responded regretfully.
