Chapter 112: Want to Taste My Fist?
Wang Hao stood in front of the conscription sergeant's table, wanting to salute, but after thinking about it, he felt that he wouldn't, so he forgot it.
The sergeant raised his head, saw Wang Hao, and looked down for a while: "These are your files, take them to room 204." They will take you to the test. Knock on the door and go inside. ”
All recruits were placed on quirky intelligence tests that they had never heard of before.
Wang Hao scoffed at this set, but since the army liked it, he had to take the exam.
Finally, the Appointment Officer asks all recruits to list their job options in order.
Pilots, power cabin mechanics, cooks, intelligence officers, psychological weapons troops, chemical weapons troops, biological weapons troops, war ecology, logistics troops, military dog troops, and more than a dozen other positions that Wang Hao has never heard of or even thought of.
For this matter, others may be very entangled, just like every child will be entangled when he is a child, will I be a big star when I grow up? Or be a scientist? To go to college is to go to Cambridge? Or go to Oxford?
It turns out that you think too much about children.
99.9% of people think too much, because the vast majority of people are chosen, not actively chosen.
Wang Hao was very relaxed, he didn't think about it at all, and he was directly a motorized infantry.
After completing all the tests, Wang Hao and a group of recruits were transported by carts to a temporary camp outside the city.
Here, everyone has to wait for the results of the evaluation to be announced, and the army will place everyone in the position that best suits their characteristics according to the evaluation results.
After that, they will be assigned to the corresponding military bases for training.
Of course, the sooner a person with special skills, or the more talent is lacking in the army, the sooner he should be notified, and the sooner he will set out.
Four days later, close to evening, Wang Hao was able to go to the camp's political office to get his position papers.
I learned that some of the evaluations of the investigators about him are listed as follows: insufficient intuition of spatial location relationship, insufficient mathematical talent, insufficient mathematical foundation, and insufficient language talent...... Excellent reaction time, excellent eyesight, good facial features, and strong body.
I have a sentence that MMP is not worth talking about, not to be said!
Obviously, there are no math problems at all during the test, but it can be measured that the mathematical talent is not enough, and this test is also quite magical.
Wang Hao understood that his level of cultural class was not up to par, but he was glad that they wrote the last two items.
When he came out of the political office, he had documents in his pocket proving his position.
A little lost, but not unhappy either.
At least being accurately assigned as a motorized infantry can be regarded as a complete task.
It's been a while since the end of the day, and the building is empty, leaving only the slow-moving, or the staff who come to work the night shift.
Wang Hao met a person who was about to leave in the hall, he looked familiar, but he didn't seem to dare to confirm who he was.
He saw and recognized Wang Hao.
"Good evening!" He said briskly, "Haven't you set off yet?" ”
Only then did Wang Hao recognize him, the sergeant in charge of Wang Hao's recruitment in the Federation Building. Wang Hao looked at the sergeant and was very surprised, his eyes were a little bigger, and his eyeballs were about to pop out.
The sergeant did not wear a military uniform, but only civilian clothing, walked on two legs, and had two full arms.
"Good evening, Sergeant." Wang Hao replied hesitantly.
The sergeant knew very well why Wang Hao had such an expression. He glanced at himself and smiled, "Relax, lad." I don't have to put on that horrible look anymore after work, I'm normal now, am I? Not allocated yet? ”
"Just got orders."
"What for?"
"Motorized infantry."
His face smiled like a flower and he held out his hand. "Do the same business as me! Come, shake hands, kid! We'll train you to be a man, or we'll force you to give up. Of course, it is also possible to achieve both. ”
"Is this a good choice?" Wang Hao was stunned for a while, obviously he was already limb complete, didn't he, why could he say it so proudly.
"Okay?! Child, this is the only option. Motorized infantry is the real soldier! Everyone else just clicks the button, or does research. They handed us saws, and we got to work. ”
He shook Wang Hao's hand again and continued, "Remember to write me a postcard signed 'Sergeant James, Federation Building', and it will be sent to me." Good luck! ”
With that, the sergeant turned and walked away, his chest puffed out, his steps clicked, and his head held high.
Wang Hao looked at his hand, and the right hand that the sergeant stretched out felt very strange. It feels like real flesh and blood, and the handshake is very powerful. Wang Hao has found this kind of dynamic prosthesis in the information in the past few days, but he is still very surprised when he really touches it.
In the past few days, Wang Hao has not been idle, using the tablet computer in his hand to frantically search for information on the Internet.
The background of this world is that mankind has been in an era of complete peace for a long time, so the technology tree is a little crooked. The flight of these dicks in medical aerospace has not achieved leapfrog development in the military sector as a result.
The development of medical care has directly led to the increase in the earth's population, the gradual reduction of resources, and the gradual reduction of living space. It has directly promoted the development of space technology, and now mankind has gone out into outer space and established colonies on alien planets.
Compared with the weak development of military science and technology, the medical aspect is very developed, and there is a mechanical arm when the hand is broken. In the original movie, the protagonist's leg was pierced with a big hole, and he was able to jump alive again in only about 3 days, and the jump was not ordinarily good, and a certain firefly was such a tragedy.
If you put it in modern times, if you have such a serious injury, you still want to come out alive? If you don't bleed too much and die, you're almost going to have your leg amputated.
Therefore, Wang Hao is salivating for the high-tech of this world, and whatever he brings back, he will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life.
Return to the dormitory where the recruit will temporarily live while he is being assigned.
Of course, uniforms will not be distributed when duties are not clearly assigned. All of them can only wear uniformly distributed, regardless of the class.
Of course, what you wear to bed at night is a matter of personal preference.
Wang Hao returned to the room and began to pack his luggage.
I'm going to leave early tomorrow morning, so I have to pack my bags and get ready to go, and if I can't take them, I can only send them home or throw them away.
The Politics Division warned everyone not to bring anything with them, except for family photos and a musical instrument, if you know how to play.
One of the four roommates had set off two days earlier, with the rank of lieutenant-in-waiting, to become a glorious and noble pilot, if he could pass the examination without any success.
While tidying up things, Wang Hao's temporary roommate walked in.
"Got the order?" He asked.
"Yes."
"What for?"
"Motorized infantry."
"Infantry? Oh, you poor devil! I'm so sorry for you, really. ”
This roommate is a standard citizen who runs to the army, his first choice is a chef, and his biggest hope is to spend two years of service in peace.
Originally, this was understandable, but this person's mouth was too damaged, and after learning that Wang Hao had chosen motorized infantry, he kept joking about the high casualty rate of motorized infantry. After driving for several days, Wang Hao couldn't help but smoke him.
Wang Hao stood up straight, looked at him and said, "Shut up!" At least it's much better than someone like you who hasn't received an order until now! ”
"Haha, you'll know." He smiled even more cheerfully, so close that he could even see the crow's feet in the corners of his eyes.
Wang Hao looked at him, and suddenly cracked his mouth and smiled, "The chef of the army, you must know very clearly what is edible on the alien planet. So, want to get a taste of my fist? ”