The civil servants who had been away from the front line for years or had never experienced such things were even worse. They cast their gazes at the warriors as if they were saying: “This is your problem; don’t implicate us.”
Commissioner Huang’s gaze swept across the faces as he sighed silently. “This time, we will do it voluntarily. Anyone who is willing to step forward will be rewarded according to the highest standards. Your family will also receive the corresponding preferential treatment. Alright, those who are willing to participate in this mission, take a step to the left!”
The entire parking lot suddenly fell silent. Many people looked at each other, but their legs went limp, making it difficult for them to take that step.
After dozens of seconds, only a few people showed any intention of participating.
At this moment, someone shouted, “Old Huang, don’t make things difficult for these young children. Leave it to us old bastards!”
Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and the others looked over and saw 20 to 30 people wearing different aluminum pots walking into the parking lot.
The leader was Elder Zhang—who was wearing the faded Salvation Army uniform.
Elder Zhang walked to the front of the team and turned to face Commissioner Huang. He then took off the aluminum pot on his head, revealing his white-haired, wrinkled face.
He looked at Commissioner Huang and laughed self-deprecatingly. “Many people think that old folks like us are conservative, stubborn, rigid, and have psychological problems; they wish we could die earlier. Now, it’s just as they wish; we can show some of our remaining enthusiasm.”
With that said, Elder Zhang’s expression turned solemn. He pressed his feet together and said, “Regimental Commander Huang, Zhang Wangyuan from the Second Battalion reporting for duty!”
Following him, the old Salvation Army warriors wearing aluminum pots removed the aluminum pots that blocked their eyes and ‘protected’ their heads one after another. They straightened their bodies and shouted, “Regimental Commander Huang, Liu Ming from Regiment HQ reporting for duty!”
“Regimental Commander Huang, Zhou Kaiqi from the Third Battalion’s Charlie Company reporting for duty!”
…
Hong Guangming—who was standing among the civil service personnel—looked at the familiar faces and suddenly wore a dazed expression. He seemed to have returned to the past, to the era when his blood still boiled.
Commissioner Huang fell into a daze for a moment before he nodded with emotion. His already upright body became straighter as he pulled his feet together and pressed his legs tight.
Upon seeing this, Hong Guangming’s mind buzzed. He felt that he couldn’t suppress the burning blood in his heart.
He limped out of the team and saluted solemnly to Commissioner Huang. “Regimental Commander Huang, Hong Guangming from the Second Battalion’s Alpha Company Hong Guangming reporting for duty!”
Commissioner Huang exhaled in relief. Following this, he stretched his right hand with a solemn expression and pressed it to his left chest. He then looked around and shouted loudly, “For all of humanity!”
Elder Zhang, Hong Guangming, and the others raised their right hands and pressed them to their left chests. They replied in the most solemn and pious manner, “For all of humanity!”
The young Salvation Army warriors and the civil servants watched this scene in a daze, momentarily unable to come to their senses.
At this moment, a small speaker with a blue bottom and a black surface boomed at maximum value while placed beside the feet of Shang Jianyao—who was wearing a black trench coat and black sunglasses.
“I don’t want to die in lonely defeat;
“I don’t want to forever live underground.
“The materialist scams;
“The scurrying ants;
“People with no ideals don’t get hurt;
“He doesn’t get hurt!”
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