The synchronization test was being carried out across the entire Li Consortium. It was not only Ren Xiaosu and the others who were participating, but even the Li Consortium's own troops were also participating.
Ren Xiaosu watched from outside the tent as the soldiers lined up to enter the tent. When someone passed the synchronization screening, the others would go up to congratulate them.
The Li Consortium's troops should know very well what they were doing. So seeing how they were congratulating their comrades, it should be a good thing for them to have a meteoric rise.
"Platoon Commander, what's this synchronization screening for?" a student asked.
As they were all classmates, Ren Xiaosu's nickname of "Platoon Commander" had been passed down. Sometimes, his classmates would even address him as "Teacher."
Ren Xiaosu did not hide it from them. He thought for a moment and shared his guess. "The Li Consortium's nanomachines and neuronal connection technology have achieved breakthroughs. It looks like they're selecting suitable candidates to be connected to the nanomachines."
Sure enough, the Li Consortium immediately applied the nanomachines technology to the military after the technological breakthrough. If it was really as Luo Lan had said, that nanomachines could help humans possess tougher bones, muscles, and even other aids, then the Li Consortium was probably trying to create an elite army with nanomachines as support.
However, Ren Xiaosu still felt that it would be very awkward to put some machines into his body.
The officer named Li Qingzheng chuckled as he looked at Ren Xiaosu and the others. "Everyone, come with me. Let's go register first. From now on, you'll be my soldiers. Follow me, and you'll have a good life!"
Ren Xiaosu glanced at him. Li Qingzheng's military cap was still crooked, and the buttons at his collar were unbuttoned. He looked just like a ruffian soldier.
No, this was a real ruffian soldier.
Ren Xiaosu walked over and shook hands with Li Qingzheng. Then he stuffed two bills into his hands. "Platoon Commander Li, please take care of me in the future."
When Li Qingzheng saw that Ren Xiaosu was so understanding, he immediately beamed with joy. "Don't worry, bro. I, Li Qingzheng, have just been promoted to an officer, so I don't have much of a bureaucratic attitude. We'll be brothers from now on!"
With two bills, they had become brothers. Ren Xiaosu asked, "Where are we going after this?"
"We'll register you all first. After we get our uniforms, we'll head to the outpost up ahead. The entire outpost will be ours!" Li Qingzheng said in high spirits.
Ren Xiaosu was a little puzzled. Li Qingzheng was only a platoon commander in the private army, so how could he command the entire outpost?
"Aren't we going to operate around the stronghold?" Ren Xiaosu asked.
"After all, there are still factories outside. We have to protect these factories from sneak attacks." Li Qingzheng explained, "It's fine, y 'all don't worry. I, Li Qingzheng, have been practicing martial arts with the blacksmiths in town since I was young. I'm proficient in many types of punches now."
When Ren Xiaosu heard that, he felt a little upset. If it was a conscription, so be it. Why did they have to enlist them into a ragtag army?
Li Qingzheng looked at Ren Xiaosu and said, "Although you look a little thin and weak, and your synchronization is a little low, you can rest assured that your Brother Li will protect you!"
"Mhm, thank you, Brother Li," Ren Xiaosu said. After his Dexterity increased, he did look a little thin and weak.
The students around him looked at one another and did not know what to say. They were all worried that Ren Xiaosu would punch Li Qingzheng's brains out.
At this moment, there were still seven escapees in the group who needed to serve in the military. These people looked like they had lost their parents. In the past, they thought refugees were the lowest class of humans in the world. They thought refugees were born to serve the stronghold residents, but they never expected they would end up becoming refugees one day!
Ren Xiaosu had already paid up, so he was Li Qingzheng's brother. However, these escapees did not have any money to pay up. Li Qingzheng looked at them with a different expression. "You guys, hurry up and keep up with us. Who are you trying to show those long faces of yours? You'll feel better once we get to the outpost. "
Originally, Li Qingzheng had around a dozen soldiers under him. But now, he had finally made up for the 30 soldiers he had and formed a complete platoon.
Ren Xiaosu learned from Li Qingzheng that they were part of the private army's Iron Second Battalion's 8th Platoon.
At this moment, Li Qingzheng probably still did not know what kind of people had gotten into his group.
The group went to register. When it was time to collect their uniforms, the soldiers from the logistics office informed them that they did not have enough uniforms and that they would be issued more later.
Ren Xiaosu wondered how much they had expanded their forces to the point that they could not even get their uniforms issued. Were they going to wear their own uniforms to guard the outpost?
Wasn't this too fucking sloppy?!
It felt like even though the stronghold had also expanded the ranks of the private army, they did not attach any importance to it at all. When they went to get their weapons, they did not even issue them with guns.
Along the way, he suddenly saw Yan Liuyuan standing outside the barracks. Neither of them spoke to each other. Yan Liuyuan tossed a note over the wooden fence of the barracks. Ren Xiaosu opened it and read, "We've settled down in town. Everything's fine."
Only then did Ren Xiaosu feel relieved. At this moment, Li Qingzheng shouted from a military transport truck not far away, "Bro, get in the truck! Let's go to the outpost! "
Ren Xiaosu nodded at Yan Liuyuan and walked towards the truck. He did not know what kind of outpost he would be heading to next. After he figured out the situation here, he would leave with Yan Liuyuan and the others.
At this moment, the bottle of silver liquid-like nanomachines was sent into the stronghold. A researcher in a white coat was standing in front of the stronghold's gate for an identification check. When the guards saw his special identification, they immediately let him in and prepared a special vehicle for him to be sent to the 613 Research Institute inside the stronghold.
As the researcher sat in the vehicle, he was thinking about how the nanomachines technology was already very mature. It would be understandable if one or two of them were broken, but it would be a little strange if the entire bottle was broken. After all, there were an astronomical number of nanomachines in this bottle of silver liquid, so surely they couldn't all be broken, right?
The nanomachines were not really smaller than a nanometer. They only needed to ensure that their operating tentacles were nanometers in size. Their individual bodies were about four nanometers in size.
What did one nanometer mean? One nanometer was equivalent to 0.000001 millimeters. For this entire bottle of nanomachines to be broken, it was definitely not a technical problem. There had to be some other reason.
This made him very puzzled and bewildered.
When he arrived at the 613 Research Institute, he walked into the laboratory building and said to the secretary, "I want to see Mr. Li!"
The beautiful secretary adjusted her glasses and said, "Just let me know if there's anything you need. Mr. Li is very busy."
"We've had a small incident here." The researcher said, "Please let Mr. Li know quickly."
"Leave it with me and leave your contact information. I'll let you know if there's any news. Today, there have been cases of nanomachines being damaged due to operational errors in the various strongholds. Mr. Li is very busy," the beautiful secretary said nonchalantly.
The researcher was stunned. Damaged due to operational errors? But he somehow felt that the situation on his side was different. He clearly remembered that he had not made any operational errors at that time!
He said in seriousness, "I'll go back and wait for your news. But you must explain to Mr. Li that there were no operational errors when this bottle of nanomachines malfunctioned. The situation is very suspicious!"
The secretary glanced at him and put an urgent label on the bottle of nanomachines under his gaze. Only then did the researcher heave a sigh of relief. "Thank you!"
But what he did not know was that over a hundred bottles of nanomachines that had been sent into the laboratory were already labeled as urgent.
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