Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

"Zhang Dongchen!"

"To!"

Zhang Dongchen with a scarred face shouted at the top of his voice, puffing out his proud chest.

"I'm last, you're second to last"

"Yeah?"

Looking at Zhang Dongchen with a bitter face, the thin man ignored him, looked around, and said in a deep voice:

"You are the soldiers trained by me, and you are also the first batch of coordinating talents after the reorganization of the joint military government. Don't embarrass me, whether it is discipline or other aspects, let's go!"

"Yes!!!"

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'Boom!Boom!Boom! ...'

The uniform pace, from far to near, the voice is getting louder, gradually attracting the attention of young people in the square.

In this extremely familiar voice, a group of young people unknowingly raised their feet together, raised their chests, and solemnly looked in the direction of the voice.

They are the last group of people who have seen the demeanor of the People's Liberation Army in this era, and they have a mysterious sense of trust and security for this kind of pace engraved deep in their memory.

'Hmmm...'

"Everyone has it! Stand at attention!"

'Boom! '

"turn right!"

'Shuh! '

"Count the numbers!"

"One!" "Two!" "Three!" "Four!" "Five..."

"...Report to the squad leader, there should be 25 people, and there are 25 people, please give instructions!"

"Take a break!"

'Boom! '

At the front of the line, the man with a scar on his face turned back and looked at the young people in the square. Like the thin man, he squinted and glanced back and forth.

Behind him, 25 men also dressed in dark gray uniforms, like a green pine towering above the ground, did not sway in the howling wind.

In an instant, apart from the whistling wind and clanging metal friction and collision, there was no sound to be heard in the square.

I don't know how long it took, but when the group of young people in red overalls couldn't help but sway, the scarred face at the front of the line started to move.

He nodded slightly, then shook his head again, not knowing whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied, he just raised the folder in his hand and shouted loudly:

"...My name is Zhang Dongchen, the chief military officer of the peacekeeping force of the coalition military government. On behalf of the coalition military government, I would like to extend my sincere greetings to all of you!

Next, everyone will be assigned to different positions according to their specialties, and strive for our tomorrow!

Now, please listen carefully with your ears up, the chief officers of your various positions will call your names.

All those whose names have been called out, come to the front of the team, follow your chief officer to their respective assembly points, and wait for the next step instructions!

Do you understand everything? "

"Listen... I understand..."

Hearing the uneven shouts, like stragglers, Zhang Dongchen didn't lose his temper. He turned his head and glanced at the leader of the team behind him, and said in a deep voice:

"...According to the order of the team, roll out the roll call one by one!"

"Yes!"

With a chorus, the reply from twenty or so people was even more powerful than the voices of hundreds of young people in the square.

'Boom! '

At the front of the line, a young man wearing glasses stepped out, saluted Zhang Dongchen, then faced the square, opened the roster in his hand, and shouted loudly.

"Wang Guoping!"

"To!"

"Zhou Baoliang!"

"To!"

Five hundred... four hundred... three hundred... one hundred... fifty... twenty...

One after another young people were elected, and one department after another left. There were fewer and fewer people left in the square, and the hearts of young people became more and more anxious.

In this era when jobs are extremely scarce, if they cannot be selected by the coalition military government, it means that they will have to work in the most boring and poorly paid jobs...

No one wants to spend their life like this, let alone a group of young people in their early twenties who are full of longing and yearning for the future...

"...Guo Fan!"

"To!"

"Ning hao!"

"To!"

Zhang Dongchen closed the roster in his hand, glanced at the remaining six bewildered young people in the square, did not speak, then turned his head to look at the people he had selected, and said in a deep voice:

"...You guys, line up in two rows and follow me!"

As he said that, he walked out of the square without looking back.

In the same place, the six bewildered young people looked at each other, not knowing what to do, they wanted to call Zhang Dongchen who was leaving, but they were afraid of the scar on the opponent's face, so he dared not speak.

The six young people just stood there blankly, looking at the scarred face, leading a group of young people imitating the steps of the soldiers just now, and gradually went away.

The gust of wind whizzed past, and in the huge and empty square, six lonely figures felt a chill in their hearts...

"...Everyone is gone..."

"...We...Aren't we... No one wants us..."