On this afternoon, the storm communication company caused a sensation, the reason was just that An Xin posted a notice at the door of the technician's office after returning to the company, with a few simple words, the storm army recruits volunteer telephone technicians, who may go to the battlefield, and those who are willing to go voluntarily register with the assistant Lin Shuang. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There was no superfluous thinking, no noisy discussions, no passionate mobilization, and there were no engineers in the office who were still on standby, and the technicians rushed to Lin Shuang's office without hesitation, forming a long queue. There was a calm smile on everyone's face, and they couldn't see anything, just like queuing up in the cafeteria on weekdays.

In the following hours, the technicians who went out for field maintenance came back one after another, and after seeing the notice, many people didn't even have time to remove the tool kits, so they hurried to Lin Shuang's office. It looks like the company gives out red envelopes today, and the red envelopes are gone when they are late.

Before getting off work, the technicians who were resting at home on shift vacation also came to the company one by one out of breath after getting the news, and rushed directly to the registration office to register.

Nanren sat on the sofa in An Xin's office and quietly looked at the crowd queuing at the door of Lin Shuang's office opposite, he saw that Jin Tao, who usually had the most sycophants, rushed back in a hurry, and rushed to the queue without saying hello to himself. I saw a few students who had just joined the company for internships, and after learning that they could also sign up, they were also excited to stand in the queue.

What moved Nanren the most was that a technician who had broken his leg at work a few days ago and had just put on a plaster cast and was still recuperating in the hospital was also carried to Lin Shuang's office by a few friends.

After the time to get off work, more than 200 technicians of Baofeng Company, in addition to injuries and age factors, a total of 190 people successfully registered.

As An Xin said, as long as the country calls, everyone is eager to join the army and go to the battlefield for the country. No one cares about personal gains and losses, no one asks where war broke out, as if all this were taken for granted.

Is this what An Xin calls civic responsibility? For the first time, Namin had a deep admiration for the people of this plane, and he also blushed for his thoughts. Compared with them, my first thought was to roll up and run away, which was too embarrassing.

"It's that I don't have a sense of national identity with this country, so I'm afraid of going to war." Nanren mentally found a step for himself, and completely dispelled the idea of escaping. He can imagine that if he retreats from the battle, he will definitely be spurned by the people of this time and space, and we also have a bottom line with dicks.

"And even if you run to the ends of the earth, you will be chased and killed" Nan Ren thought about it, and glanced at the female spy Feng Ling who was sitting on the sofa not far away, before the end of work, the female spy brought the folder into the office, and as soon as she entered the door, she didn't give herself a good face. didn't even say hello, so he discussed the list of technicians with An Xin.

Listening to their tone, I don't mind the registration situation at all, and firmly believe that as long as I make a list, the people on the list will definitely sign up.

In fact, just as the two of them thought, after getting off work, Lin Shuang sent a list of registrations, checked with the list of the two of them, and all the people they listed were found on the list.

After checking that it was correct, the list received by the wind spirit said, "The personnel are all right, An Xin, you ask them to prepare tomorrow, and all of them will come to the storm fortress to report the day after tomorrow."

"In such a hurry?" An Xin was still a little surprised, she was in a hurry.

Feng Ling Zhengse said: "Time waits for no one, we plan to set off in 5 days, and the journey is relatively far, so we must advance it." ”。

Hearing that the road was far away, Nanren couldn't help but interject: "Miss Feng, can I ask where to go?" ”。

Feng Ling glared at Nanren, and said angrily: "I can't tell you, if you brag outside and leak military information, who will be responsible, you will know when you come to the military camp at night."

"Ahh I'll go back to the barracks in the evening!" Isn't it a big day after tomorrow collection? Nanren was very reluctant, he was about to go to the battlefield, so he had to have a good time for a few days, and he still wanted to find time to go to the Storm Arena to play a qualifying match, and take advantage of the heroine before leaving.

"Yes! Feng Ling, he has also worked hard these days, let him rest" An Xin was a little sympathetic, this time was indeed too hard for him.

"Yo! An Xin, are you distressed?" Feng Ling smiled narrowly, the female spy's eyes were ambiguous, but she firmly refused: "No, there are still a few sail battleships that must be wired and installed immediately." The reason why they set off in five days was to complete the wiring of the remaining Emperor-class sail battleships within five days. All the communication technicians will have to work overtime tonight, and he will not stop the whole project."

An Xin didn't care about Feng Ling's ridicule, and looked at Nanren's eyes full of guilt. Without him, Storm Communications was still coerced by Qualcomm Germain. Without him, Stormstorm Fortress would not have cooperated with itself. His contribution to the company is truly limitless. Now that he is on the battlefield, he has also changed the company and his own interests.

With a full sense of guilt, An Xin was about to say something of thanks, but as soon as the voice came out, it stuck in her throat, and the guilt was gone. I only saw that Margaret, an employee of the customer service center, passed by the corridor at the door after getting off work. Nanren's worried face immediately turned into the shape of a pig brother, and his eyes were bright, staring closely at Margaret's proud breasts, swallowing saliva as he shook it, and his eyes wanted to see through his clothes.

"Feng Ling, the war is important, you can take him back to the barracks now." An Xin is angry, when is this lewd man, or his nature has not changed, he should go to the battlefield to contribute, it is a big scourge in the company, and it makes people angry when he looks at it.

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When Nanren returned to Stormwind Fortress, the entire fortress was completely changed. The gates, which normally close after dark, were open, and soldiers, supplies, and horses were coming in and out. Countless soldiers of the army who Nanren had never seen on weekdays were lining up in a neat queue, carrying guns, and walked into the barracks in an orderly manner.

The barracks are boiling, the officers are commanding, the soldiers are assembling, and the logistics troops are all kinds of materials that have just been transported in an orderly manner.

Along the way, the soldiers had serious expressions on their faces and resolute eyes, and a sense of urgency that the battle was about to come filled the entire barracks.

Before going to the battlefield, Nanren had already deeply felt the breath of slaughter. Also shocked by the rapid efficiency of the army in this era. It was only a few hours, and the soldiers quickly began to assemble on a large scale in the era of backward means of communication.

After spending a few days in the barracks, Nam Ren also learned about the simple organization of the army in this era from the discussion of military technicians, and most of the country's current armies are named after the corps as the core. Legions are also divided into large legions, small legions, and special legions, with large legions having a full strength of 100,000 and small legions generally having a total of 20,000 people.

There are also special legions, such as the Glorious Legion of the Gallic Empire and the Royal Guard Legion of the German-Bond Alliance, both of which have only 10,000 men, but their most ordinary soldiers have bronze level strength. When it comes to real battles on the battlefield, the special legions have the strength to defeat the large legions.

In the 19th century, the outcome of the war was not determined by the number of people, but the quality of the soldiers, the quality of the weapons, the gains and losses of tactics, and the luck all affected the development of the war.

The Storm Legion belongs to the Grand Army, with a full strength of 100,000 people, and the combat troops are scattered and stationed in various places in peacetime, and once the war breaks out, the troops stationed in various camps will assemble to the Storm Fortress one after another according to the order.

When he arrived at the dock, Nam Ren was stunned again. The dock fleet anchorage, which normally has a curfew at night, is now brightly lit, and all the 5-kilometer-long berths are lit up, illuminating the entire pier as if it were daytime. Countless naval officers and sailors worked on the docks like ants, piling up mountains of supplies.

Nanren wondered how there were so many things piled up on the dock.

"Mr. Nan, you are back, you are waiting for you on the battleship to guide the installation" The greeting came, and Mao Tianshi, who stayed on the warship in the afternoon to continue his work, came over and greeted him warmly.

"What's the matter, there are so many lights on the dock tonight, and so many supplies are piled up," Nanren asked, pointing to the mountains of materials piled up on the dock.

Mao Tianshi pointed to the sea in the distance and said, "Listen to Xu Weiwei and them, the various detachments of the Storm Fleet cruising on the ocean tonight are coming back one after another. The tide only rises at night, and it is estimated that so many lights will be lit to guide them."