"Name?"

"Chen Xidong."

"Occupation?"

"Computer Software Programming Technician, Senior Title."

……

"Name?"

"Lin Wenhong."

"Occupation?"

"Professor, Department of Literary Studies, National University of Iraq."

……

The long line lined up within the first wall, a table, a computer, and a recording officer, faced by five hundred ragged slaves.

Behind was the gate of the second wall, and the five hundred people looked around with some indifference, as if they had nothing to look forward to for the unknown fate ahead.

Every slave who stepped forward to register had only a dead peace of mind.

For this world, each of them has no expectations.

A strong electromagnetic storm destroyed most of the world's computers and destroyed human civilization.

And today's world does not need so many experts in the field of computers, let alone old pedants who study culture and history.

But the knowledge of these people was still more valuable than that of ordinary people, and naturally they became the main objects of the slave business.

Especially in the Middle East, after the establishment of the China-Africa Alliance, it vigorously advocated education to rejuvenate the country, and in just a dozen years, a generation has risen completely under the excellent educational resources.

A large number of excellent technical talents of various types have been cultivated for the member states of various federations, but after the catastrophe, the times have changed, resulting in many talents that were once in demand becoming less important.

It's as if most of these people are young computer masters and experts, but in this world where there are hardly many computers that can be used. There is little use for them either.

The cyber world was destroyed in an instant. Even if there is a computer. It's just a single-machine world, unless the human beings of the world can persist and continue to rebuild a cyber world covering all mankind in ten or twenty years.

When talent loses its value, it becomes a commodity that is bought and sold.

It's just that they don't know what they want to do with the new owners who bought everyone at once?

However, they are too lazy to guess, even if the next gate is hell. They didn't have much to say, because since they were taken as slaves, each of them had already boarded a one-way train to hell.

One by one, the slaves were registered, took their numbers, and then consciously walked through the gate of the second wall.

Behind the gate, three field medical vehicles were waiting for them, one by one, according to their numbers, to go to the medical vehicle for a physical health examination.

After confirming that you are in good health, there is a temporary bathhouse in the back. All the clothes they took off were burned directly in the incinerator next to them.

All the well-washed slaves, and some people gave them haircuts. I shaved off my messy beard and got into brand new clothes.

Soon, everyone's external image has changed drastically, the sloppy color has long been gone, and the clothes after changing make them look quite intellectual.

It's just that this set of processes has made everyone's hearts a little lively, after all, some people have changed hands several times in a short period of time.

In the past, they were traded as commodities, and at most they were checked for health, and then they were stuffed into the slave market.

How can there be a detailed registration, a full range of medical examinations, and new clothes to wear after a change of washing.

It's just that they still don't think that the people here don't seem to treat them as commodities and are ready to sell them again.

But what can they do now?

And the high walls around it also tell everyone that this place is not simple.

At least, they had never seen a safe zone with such a large wall built on it.

The major security zones, where financial, manpower, and material resources are stretched, cannot make ideas even if they have them.

The slaves, who were a little suspicious, were brought under an equally tall wall after they had been fully dressed.

Here, almost twenty recording personnel are waiting here.

"Re-log the information, all the information you've had is invalidated, put your eyes on the camera, and answer all my questions, and then I'll give you an ID card and walk up to the fence behind me, where someone tells me what to do next."

The recorder under the second wall said somewhat mechanically, seeing that the slave in front of him obediently pointed his eyes at the camera, and began to routinely ask for all the relevant information.

The first slave to finish the questioning immediately received an ID card that was still a little hot.

On the ID card, there is a photo of them and some simple information, a chip in the ID card, which can read the details that have just been recorded.

The slaves who received their ID cards came to the third wall gate in turn, and the two regular army soldiers with loaded guns and ammunition at the door said a little indifferently: "Take out your ID card, swipe the identifier, and you can go in." ”

The third wall comes in, and there is a large plain, and along the wide national road, it is the town of Shaxi.

Outside the town of Shaxi, in a makeshift camp, soldiers from a cooking squad are preparing lunch for the slaves with the help of survivors.

It's just that the slaves who came one after another were all gathered outside the camp, and they could only smell the fragrance inside and keep their saliva.

Elleyesel and Zhao Long stood at the door of the camp, their eyes scanning the slaves who were slowly gathering from time to time.

I got rid of my messy hair, hung up my beard, washed off the mud and dirt all over my body, and put on new clothes.

These five hundred people no longer look like slaves, but more like a group of ordinary people waiting for the judgment of fate.

The high-pressure environment has always made them stand quietly with their heads down, no one dares to talk to each other, and no one dares to move their steps at will.

Although there were not many guards to be seen around them.

However, under the calm surface, they were very shocked, this place they had never heard of and had never visited.

And this just refers to the fact that right now, the main road from Erbil to Mosul, how could they not know?

It's just that such a huge base, what was built, they really don't know.

Now, they smell the smell of food, not those that only supply two hundred grams a day, but the smell of the food before the great calamity.

If it's an ordinary survivor, I'm afraid it's already a little ready to move at this time.

But they didn't dare, not only because of the helpless status of slaves, but also because they were all very literate and intelligent people.

When all the five hundred slaves had gathered, Elleyesel stepped forward and shouted with a megaphone: "You can smell the food, it is for you, but we don't need waste or indiscriminate goods here, if you want to eat inside, it's very simple, just pass the exam." ”

As soon as Elleyesel's words were finished, five groups of soldiers ran out, each with a tablet computer in the hands of the soldiers.

"There are all of them, fifty people in a row, and ten rows in turn."

Hearing that the slaves who could eat their meals, there was finally a hint of excitement on their faces, and they quickly lined up neatly, all looking forward to the exam they were waiting for.

"The first row goes up five steps, and the second to tenth rows listen to my orders and turn back."

The fifty people in the first row stepped forward five steps with some excitement, and the back queue all turned back.

"All of them, sit down, the first row of exams begins, and no one else is allowed to look back." (To be continued......)