In front of him were 50 copies of the information of the adjutant candidates, several of which had been deliberately marked in red, which was particularly distinctive.

If anyone could read the names of the candidates marked in red, they would be tempted to shout, because the names represent people who are so amazing.

But what is surprising is that Tong Meng's eyes at this time did not focus on those files with amazing identities, but stared at a thin file with only a few pages.

The outermost layer of the file is printed with a simple and chubby round face, and in the "name" column, the fat man's name is neatly written: Kang Ming!

Syllable!

Tong Meng's fist on the desk suddenly made a cracking sound due to force, showing that the mood of the commander, who had always been known for his composure and calmness, was not beautiful.

He glanced up at the clock on the wall, and there was still a full hour before the deadline for all candidates to register.

After an hour, all the candidates will be reviewed by themselves at the command headquarters, and at that time, the door to the adjutant selection will be completely closed.

But......

What upset Tong Meng at this time was-

Why hasn't that damn fat guy shown up yet!!

............

At 11:30 p.m., Tong Meng got up and strode out of the office.

Outside the headquarters, there was a small square that was not very wide, paved with hard alloy to create a sense of silver ash and slaughter, and everywhere revealed the rigorous and efficient style of the Praetorian Guard.

On one side of the square, there is a small rostrum, and behind the platform is a humanoid statue more than three meters high.

This statue only depicts the back of a person, with short hair, a burly body and a long cloak that seems to swing gently in the breeze, and all of this combined becomes the existence that is worshiped as a god in the hearts of every White Tiger People-White Tiger Emperor!

I don't know why, the White Tiger Emperor doesn't like to take pictures, and he doesn't like to have a frontal statue of him. The statue on the back of the Praetorian Guard command headquarters was only built after the plea of Lord Muller.

However, although it was only a back, every Praetorian Guard soldier would respectfully perform a standard military salute when passing by this statue - because they knew that the reason why the White Tiger Empire could have a few days could be said to be due to this god-like man.

Today's square is not the same as it used to be.

Every officer or soldier passing by the square couldn't help but look at the figures in the middle of the square, and although none of them would stop their steps, there was still a sense of surprise and excitement in their eyes.

Those legendary fierce men, are they really here?

On the square, there were already 49 tall figures standing at this time, because today's events are very important, although these people all have prominent identities and fame, but almost everyone came to the headquarters square in advance to gather.

These 49 people, the imperial elite elected by the high-ranking and elite groups of the entire White Tiger Empire, came here as the position of adjutant to the commander-in-chief of the Praetorian Guard.

From the uncalm eyes of the people around the square, it can be seen that the identity and strength of these 49 people are definitely the top figures in the young generation of the White Tiger Country!

At 11:45 a.m., fifteen minutes before the final gathering of reports, a crisp herald sounded:

"Everybody, assemble!"

In just a few seconds, I saw that the people who were originally scattered in the middle of the square gathered together at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, forming a seven-row line.

Not only that, in just a few seconds, the seven rows of formations were all arranged according to their size, as if they had been rehearsed countless times, and all of them found their places at the first time.

But everyone knows that these people are meeting for the first time today, not to mention standing in line for rehearsals, I'm afraid they haven't even said a word.

In other words, this neat phalanx was a judgment made by these people in an instant after hearing the command to assemble-

Instantly scan the height and body shape of everyone present, mentally estimate the perfect queue formation and find your own position;

Mobilize your own body to reach the most suitable position for yourself as quickly as possible;

All in a matter of seconds!

I have to say that the 49 people in front of me are really the elite of the elite!

A majestic figure slowly walked out of the office building behind the rostrum, and it was the commander-in-chief of the Praetorian Guard, General Tong Meng, with a serious face.

However, Tong Meng did not speak after he stepped onto the rostrum, but beside him, a middle-aged officer in his thirties stood up and glanced at everyone majestically.

Then the middle-aged officer turned around, saluted Tong Meng with a standard military salute, and reported loudly:

"Report to the general, the candidate detachment has been assembled, it should be 50 people, but it is 49 people, and there are still 10 minutes before the final deadline for the assembly, please instruct!"

Tong Meng glanced at the officer and said without any expression: "Wait for another ten minutes, everyone will take a break!"

Huh? What's going on?

Although no one spoke, the eyes of everyone in the audience had begun to flash with questions......

Anyone still hasn't come?

Wouldn't it be that someone didn't come to the square in advance for such an important matter?

Or even be late?

You must know that the most important thing in the army is the concept of time, as long as you are even a second late, even if you are the son of the White Tiger Emperor, I am afraid that you will never have a chance to enter the adjutant selection team.

After Tong Meng said this, his eyes turned to the crowd below, and he really wanted to see how these people would behave when such news was exposed.

As he expected, even though none of the people below had any small movements or other reactions, the expressions on their faces and the look in their eyes betrayed their inner reactions.

Or surprised!

Or disdain!

Or schadenfreude!

The only people who can make Tong Meng nod secretly and not see any waves in his heart are only four!

Tong Meng's gaze swept over the faces of these five people one by one, and he clearly felt that these four people were extraordinary in this team. Coincidentally, they happened to be the "good candidates" on the four red-lettered files on their desks!

Tong Meng's gaze swept over in turn:

Mo Hui, the son of Mo Jianli, the prince of the White Tiger Empire, has short blond hair that is said to have been deliberately trimmed in order to enter the army, but it has not affected the noble and elegant aristocratic temperament he exudes in the slightest.

Not only that, Mo Hui was also the number one young master in the aristocratic circle of the White Tiger Empire, and at the age of less than twenty, he had already reached the level of the peak of the Silver 9th Order, and he was really talented, far beyond ordinary people.

Li Ruiwen is one of the only three women among the candidates.

When Tong Meng saw her, a familiar light flashed in his eyes, just because he was really familiar with this Li Ruiwen.

As the youngest colonel-level officer in the White Tiger Country, no one would believe what kind of sensation this 19-year-old girl has caused in the entire White Tiger **** world.

The great strength of the Silver 9th Order.

He was rated as the best staff officer in 12 nationwide joint combat exercises!

After passing all the assessments of the front-line Huben special forces, three of them broke the historical record, and in the end, they were dragged back from the front-line troops by the military General Staff!

The rose in the army, the embodiment of wisdom, the hope for the future of the White Tiger military community......

and so on, a series of names are added to this girl with short red hair, how not to let Tong Meng look sideways.

When Tong Meng looked at the first two, there was still a little appreciation in his eyes, but when he looked at the two behind him, he couldn't help but feel serious.

An Shixiong, the cousin and nephew of the Prime Minister of the White Tiger Empire, has short hair that rises to the sky, and a burly body of nearly 1.9 meters, showing extremely terrifying power like an explosion.

Although he is a relative of Prime Minister Ahn, no one will think that he entered the selection list through the prime minister's back door, just because An Shixiong's strength is completely unnecessary.

Now 25 years old, he is already the number one master of the Radiant City Security Brigade, and his strength is said to have reached the level of the peak of the Silver 9th Order a few years ago, and no one knows when he will break through the gold.

What's even more commendable is that after this An Shixiong joined the Radiant City Security Brigade, the crime rate in the entire city has plummeted by ten percentage points, although it is difficult to say that this is his own credit, but it is enough to show the extraordinary ability of this young man.

But the reason why Tong Meng looked at An Shixiong with a strange look was for no other reason, naturally because of the news he learned about Prime Minister An Shigeng before.

From the mouth of Song Zhi of the research institute that day, I learned that this Prime Minister An actually had a secret connection with the Astral Consortium, so what is the purpose of this nephew An Shixiong joining the Praetorian Guard today?

Tong Meng swept his gaze to the last outstanding guy, and the cold taste in his eyes became even colder.

If An Shixiong in front of him just made him a little suspicious, then this last guy is already a guy who has been blacklisted in Tong Meng's heart.

Jiang Zhongxie, a guy with blue and black tattoos all over his body.

At the same time, he also has another identity - the champion of this year's Gene Warrior Contest of the First Research Institute!

In Tong Meng's information, the former First Research Institute was directly controlled by Song Zhi's Life Science Institute, and now that he knows Song Zhi's identity, there is no doubt that this Jiang Zhongye in front of him is a terrifying general cultivated by the Astral Consortium.

The dignified Janissary Commander-in-Chief Adjutant Adjutant, the Astral Consortium has so blatantly sent people out to fight for this place, hmph, I want to see what tricks you guys can do.

(End of chapter)

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