Chapter 222: Qualifications

Today's Di'anmen is different from usual, all the tourists are blocked out, and the surrounding circle is full of military personnel on guard. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The transport vehicles of various military regions drove towards this side one after another, and when the vehicles stopped, there was a soldier with a horn, directing the soldiers and where they were going.

The soldiers lined up in a long line, trotted into the Middle North Sea, and disappeared into the eyes of the people.

"Is this what happened, drill?"

"I don't think so, they didn't bring any weapons, I guess it's not a drill. ā€

"What are you doing here, there are at least 10,000 of these soldiers. ā€

"Well, I just counted, almost three hundred transporters. ā€

"Damn, it can't be a big move, they seem to be running towards the place in the Middle North Sea just now. ā€

"What's the matter, the affairs of the soldiers, naturally there are soldiers to take care of, we tourists, as long as we concentrate on tourism. ā€

"Hehe, you're right, then let's concentrate on traveling. ā€

"Look, the cordon has been lifted. ā€

At this time, a soldier held a loudspeaker and shouted to the surrounding tourists: "It was a special exercise just now, and no one is allowed to upload the video to the Internet without the permission of the troops, otherwise they will be pursued for legal responsibility, and it is best to delete the video, otherwise, don't blame me for not reminding you." ā€

After the soldier finished shouting, he trotted away, not caring at all about the reaction of the tourists, or rather, not bothering to deal with the tourists at all.

In the middle of the North Sea, in a very wide place, there was a square formation composed of soldiers, one hundred people on the left, right, one hundred on the front and one behind, just a phalanx of 10,000 people.

At this moment, all the soldiers held their heads high and looked directly at the chief on the rostrum in front of them.

"You should still be a mess now, it's okay, when the time comes, you will know your purpose. ā€

The old man was talking on the rostrum, but he saw that the soldiers in the audience had strange eyes, all looking behind him.

The old man turned his head to look, only to see that Xia Min was holding a bag of fritters in his left hand and a fritter in his right hand, gnawing on them while walking towards him.

"Would you like one?"

Xia Min raised the bag of fritters in his left hand towards the old man, and said slurredly, and the voice reached the ears of all the soldiers present through the microphone.

He is worthy of being the best quality soldier, although his eyes are a little surprised, but he still maintains a standing movement on his body, and there is no change in his face.

"No ......"

The old man wanted to habitually refuse, but then remembered that the person in front of him was Xia Min, and silently reached out and grabbed a fritter, stuffed it directly into his mouth and gnawed it.

"Do you want it?"

Xia Min asked the group of old men behind him again, with a flat smile on his face.

"Good. ā€

"Yes. ā€

ā€œ......ā€

Contrary to everyone's imagination, this group of old men was very excited, and ran directly towards the fritters in Xia Min's hand, as if those fritters were a panacea.

"No, I'm going to keep it for myself. ā€

Xia Min saw the old men running towards him, and quickly withdrew his left hand, hid the fritters behind him, and looked at the old men with a thief-proof look.

All the old men's movements stiffened for a moment, and then with envious eyes, they looked at the only old man who was gnawing on fritters.

The old man took a bite of the fritters proudly, and shook the fritters in his hand at the others with a smug face, causing the old men to look at them even more angrily.

"Uh-huh......"

A cough sounded as it spread throughout the area, and all the old men and soldiers closed their lips.

The old men wanted to see what Xia Min was going to say.

And those soldiers were wondering what kind of identity Xia Min was that he dared to behave like this on this occasion in front of these people.

"You must be wondering who I am. ā€

Xia Min lifted the microphone into the air with one foot, directly used some aura, and whispered to the soldiers.

The voice came out of Xia Min's mouth, like a breeze and drizzle, whether it was the soldiers in the front row or the soldiers in the back row, the voices heard were as loud as the thunder of the nine heavens.

It's just that this time, the eyes of these soldiers looking at Xia Min are full of red heat, whether it is okay or not, you can know it at a glance.

Xia Min's hand made these soldiers no longer have any doubts.

"Very well, since you all have no doubts, then I'll start talking. ā€

Xia Min said, with his legs crossed, he sat on the ground, and every time he said a few words, he had to bite the fritters.

After sitting on the ground, Xia Min threw the bag of fritters in his hand in the middle of the group of old men, and in an instant, he was snatched up by all the old men.

The scene was very weird, and there were 10,000 high-quality soldiers in the audience, all of whom held their heads high and looked at the stage with red eyes.

On the stage, whether it was Xia Min or the old people, they all held a fritter and gnawed it in their mouths.

"That, there are so many of you, it's troublesome to remember your name, so let's report the number first. ā€

Xia Min gave an order, so he put his left hand on his cheek and held the fritters in his right hand, gnawing on them while watching the soldiers report the numbers.

The soldiers looked at each other for a while, and the man on the far left yelled at the stage: "Demon (1)".

"II. ā€

"Three. ā€

ā€œ......ā€

Soon, the soldiers began to report the numbers in order, although they were not from the same military region, but these basic skills were still very proficient.

In the process of reporting the number, there was no error, and the sound was very loud, but after it was transmitted to the stage, it was like a mosquito, almost inaudible.

Although the speed of the soldiers was very fast, nearly eighty minutes had passed after the 10,000 numbers were reported.

"Very well, remember, the number you just reported is your code name. I'll be in charge of training you guys for the next month. For the rest, after a month, whether you have a chance to know depends on your performance. ā€

After Xia Min finished speaking, he stood up and said to the soldiers: "Now the first thing, I don't care what method you use, you can be abducted and deceived, I want to see you in the Dandong military camp before six o'clock in the afternoon, if you are late, you will be spanked 10,000 times." ā€

After Xia Min finished speaking, he shook his right hand at the soldiers: "I'll go and wait for you first, the first person to arrive, you can worship me as a teacher." ā€

When the soldiers heard this, they couldn't help but talk loudly in confusion, but some of the other people who knew Xia Min's identity immediately pulled out their legs and ran towards the exit.

"Wow......"

ā€œ......ā€

Just as the soldiers were talking, there was an exclamation.

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see Xia Min's legs kicked, and the whole person jumped up more than ten meters and landed on the roof steadily: "Remember, only the first one is qualified to worship me as a teacher." (To be continued.) )