Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

‘Sha!Sha!Sha!…’

The uniform steps, from far to near, were getting louder and louder, gradually attracting the attention of young people in the square.

In this extremely familiar voice, the young people unknowingly raised their feet, raised their chests and raised their heads, and looked solemnly in the direction where the sound came.

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

‘Shadow…’

"Everyone has it! Standing attentive!"

‘Shake!’

“Turn right!”

‘Swish!’

"Report the number!"

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

"... Report to the squad leader, twenty-five people should arrive, but twenty-five people should arrive. Please instruct me!"

"After a moment!"

‘Shake!’

At the front of the team, a man with a scar on his face turned back and looked at the young people in the square, imitating the appearance of a man who had just lost weight, squinted his eyes and glanced back and forth.

Behind him, twenty-five men in dark gray uniforms were like green pine trees standing tall, without a trace of shaking in the howling wind.

In an instant, there was no sound in the square except for the howling wind and the clanging metal friction and collision sound.

It took a long time to the group of young people in red work clothes that could not help but slap their faces at the front of the team. Then the scar face at the front end of the team took action.

He nodded slightly and shook his head again. I don’t know if it was satisfied or not, but just raised the folder in his hand and shouted loudly:

"...My name is Zhang Dongchen, the military chief of the peacekeeping force of the United Military Government. On behalf of the United Military Government, I would like to extend my sincere greetings to you!

Next, you will be assigned to different positions according to your expertise and strive for our tomorrow!

Now, please prick up your ears and listen carefully. The heads of your positions will click on your names.

Anyone who has been named after the name comes out, come to the front of the team, follow your chief officer to their respective meeting points, and wait for the next instructions!

Do you understand all of them?"

"Listen... I understand..."

Listening to the uneven shouts, like a scattered soldier, Zhang Dongchen did not get angry, turned his head and looked at the ranks of the team behind him, and said in a deep voice:

“…In order of the team, we will delist and name it in turn!”

"yes!"

With a shout of one another, the answers of about twenty people were even more intense than the shouts of hundreds of young people in the square.

‘Shake!’

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

"Kingguoping!"

"arrive!"

"Zhou Baoliang!"

"arrive!"

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

One young man after another was chosen, one department after another left, fewer and fewer people were left in the square, and the young man's hearts became more and more anxious.

In this era when jobs are extremely scarce, if they cannot be selected by the joint military government departments, it means that they have to engage in the most boring and the most meager job...

No one wants to spend his life like this, not to mention that they are still a group of young people in their early twenties who are full of longing and yearning for the future...

“…Guo Fan!”

"arrive!"

"Ning Hao!"

"arrive!"

Zhang Dongchen closed the roster in his hand, glanced at the six young people who were at a loss in the square, and did not speak. Then he turned to look at the people he had chosen and said in a deep voice:

"...You guys line up in two rows, come with me!"

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

In place, six confused young men looked at each other, not knowing what to do, and wanted to call out Zhang Dongchen, who was leaving, but were afraid of the scar on the other person's face and dared not speak for a long time.

The six young people stood there blankly, watching Scarface, and gradually faded away with a group of young people who imitated the steps of the soldiers just now.

The strong wind whistled past, and in the huge and empty square, six lonely figures were filled with coldness in their hearts...

“… Everyone has been exposed…”

“…we…we…no one wants it anymore…”

“…No…No…No…No…No…No…”

"...even if we don't want us... we have to leave someone to tell us what we will do next..."

“… Should we… go back to where we came…”

‘Ka…da…da…da…da…da…’

Just as several young people were communicating in panic, a monotonous footsteps sounded again in the empty square.

The sound was not loud, and it didn't sound quite straightforward, but in the hearts of the six young people, it was like a life-saving straw, and the six heads turned to the place where the sound came.

Not far away is where the officials arrived just now.

A man wearing a gray uniform, thin body and a sickly pale complexion. He looked like he was not much older than them, walked over slowly.

The man came to the six people, glanced at them, then nodded slightly, and said softly:

"...Wang Xuebin, the United Military Government, the Special Rescue Team, the captain of the rescue team No. 001-01, and is also your future captain. You... will you introduce yourself too?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, the six young men who had survived the disaster breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at each other. A man who had obviously served as a soldier took the lead and saluted, saying loudly:

"Report to the captain, former Southeast Military Region Special Forces, Wolf Warrior Squadron assaulter, Liu Feng!"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin looked up and down at Liu Feng, nodded thoughtfully, and said softly:

"...No need to be so detailed, just say the name. For a specific introduction, I will come to the stronghold later!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's gentle tone, the tension in the six people was slightly reduced, and they looked at each other and introduced them one by one from Liu Feng to the next.

"Report to the captain, my name is Zhang Qiang!"

"Report to the captain, my name is Zhao Xin!"

"Report to the captain, my name is Li Yan!"

"Report to the captain, my name is Lin Bei!"

"Report to the captain, my name is Han Zi'ang..."

The team members reported their names one by one. Whenever they heard a name, Wang Xuebin would nod slightly, but when they heard the last name, his eyes couldn't help but condense.

“…Is Han Zi'ang like that?”

When Han Zi'ang heard the captain mention his name, he suddenly became nervous again, smiled and nodded in a slight sense of perseverance. In his timid eyes, there was a hint of undetectable determination.

Noting this scene, Wang Xuebin nodded again, without saying anything more, looked around and said softly:

“…Come with me!”

As he said that, he turned around and walked out of the square with six young people who had survived the disaster.

The strong wind whistled past, and the towering planetary engine stood majestic above everyone's heads.

On the planetary engine, giant trucks like ants were passing through the engine's body in an orderly manner.

In the night sky, a full moon hangs high in the sky. The full moon like a white jade plate in the past seems to have ugly pockmarks growing at this time, which is daunting.

“Welcome to…the Wandering Earth…”