I know you, this 'love the people like your own children' guy, probably wouldn't be willing.
But you have seen it, we're indeed making a 'secret weapon', if you want the Black Disaster to pass faster, then lend a hand.
We have to finish a batch and send them to the frontline before the number of Wolf People exceeds the Maginot Line's limit. Now everyone knows the situation is tough, combat professionals are risking their lives on the front line, we administrators and manufacturers must also shoulder our responsibilities.
So, let's get through this together."
"Uh, I understand the principle..."
Tepar looked at the classic style black Sten in his hand. Even as a non-military enthusiast, he had heard about the various 'good reputations' of this thing. He timidly placed it aside with both hands to avoid it 'misfiring' and taking him unexpectedly.
He said:
