This was Qin Shi’s first ti seeing a Barrier City. Unlike the planned distribution of an Urban Circle, it resembled a massive defense structure.
Majestic and towering thick walls ford three layers, impenetrable even by artillery bombardnt.
Nurous vantage points made it resemble a hive, with various hot weapons mounted on the surface, barrels protruding from dark embrasures capable of spitting fire.
It was foreseeable that once identified as a hostile target, the flesh and body would be instantly shredded by the tal storm.
Even specialized-level experts wouldn’t be spared.
Through the car window, the busy and tense scene unfolded before Qin Shi’s eyes.
Patrolling sentinels, convoys escorting supplies, heavily loaded trucks returning...
The atmosphere and appearance of the Barrier City were entirely different from the Urban Circle.
There were no rows of skyscrapers here, only factories as far as the eye could see.
Workshops operating 24 hours a day produced an endless stream of components and crucial chanical armor needed for war, like the vascular network of a body, transmitting energy to various organs.
"White Poplar."
Qin Shi silently uttered the code na of the Barrier City, watching the radiation clouds quickly recede in the rearview mirror.
The vast land stretched endlessly, and only this cold and solemn city garrisoned here, like the upright warriors of Dongxia, watching over the "frontier" beneath the stars and moon.
Around a thousand kiloters of area depended on the White Poplar Barrier City, and the surrounding villages and settlents, forming a warning belt to intercept the expansion of subordinate creatures’ territories.
Just like the poplar trees standing tall for millennia amidst the sandstorms!
"Here we are."
This batch of "newcors" brought over from the recruitnt center alighted at the outer city ring, lining up obediently as per the officer’s roll call.
"Old Fu, how was this trip?"
An old soldier, with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and a face full of vicissitudes, approached the middle-aged officer and handed over a cigarette.
"Whoa, Old Zheng has hit it big? Agrostis, and a special supply no less, not cheap at all."
The middle-aged officer, referred to as "Old Fu," raised an eyebrow, rubbed the cigarette, but didn’t light it imdiately—instead, he clipped it behind his ear.
"Spill it? Knowing your stingy nature, trying to extract oil from a stone, this cigarette isn’t free. Just get to the point, no beating around the bush!"
Old Zheng was very vigilant, always ready to return the cigarette.
"Ahem ahem. The Yellow Spring Training Camp is short of manpower and urgently needs fresh blood."
The soldier nad Fu coughed dryly twice, his gaze scanning back and forth like a seasoned "trader" selecting fine horses.
"No way!"
Old Zheng decisively refused, frowning as he said:
"The intensity of the Yellow Spring Training Camp is too high, almost pushing people to the brink of death! Although intensive training aims to transform these kids from raw iron into steel, you can’t forcefully push them! Otherwise, no one can stand it!"
Fu seed aware of the difficulties involved and moved closer to Old Zheng, handing over two more packs of special Agrostis cigarettes, along with a gesture:
"And two bottles of Northern Warehouse Spirit! That’s all! The military supply office has plenty of nutritional paste and energy liquid, but tobacco and alcohol are hard to co by!
Moreover, the inspectors at the front line are watching, and getting caught ans disciplinary action."
Fu displayed a touch of pleading on his face, looking at Old Zheng with whom he had a relatively good relationship, pitifully.
"Damn it!"
Old Zheng took the Agrostis from behind his ear, swearing as he stuck it into his mouth.
"Old Fu, why are you doing this! Your son has been missing in the contaminated zone for over two years, even if you find him... forget it, I won’t sting your heart.
Just wait here, I’ll ask around if anyone is willing to go with you.
The mortality rate at the Yellow Spring Training Camp is too high, I can’t lie to people, that would an playing with lives, and I’d get shot by the military court."
Old Zheng took a few deep puffs of the cigarette, finishing half of it with an epic inhale, then stubbed it out with his thumb and strode towards the orderly new recruits.
"Recruits! You will head to different training camps next to transition from rookies to warriors.
I ntioned before, there are three major training camps in the White Poplar Barrier City, with Yellow Spring Training Camp being the most dangerous one.
At the sa ti, that’s where resources are most concentrated, and the highest level of cultivation technique materials are available.
If any of you feel that your abilities are exceptional enough..."
Old Zheng pointed his hand towards Fu, who was not far away:
"Then go with him! But I reiterate, the fatality rate at the Yellow Spring Training Camp exceeds sixty percent; don’t take your life as a joke!
The first lesson from rookie to warrior is ’Every choice cos with a price.’ Rember it well!"
The recruits looked at each other, their young faces showing various expressions, so confused, so hesitant.
The heartfelt words of the middle-aged officer were like a torch thrown into the pile of wood, stirring a few people to move.
After about twenty seconds, Gao Pao took the lead to break the stifling atmosphere, stepping out of the lineup and walking towards Fu.
"Kid, I advise you to think again. If your life force isn’t above fifty points, you’re cannon fodder in the Yellow Spring Training Camp, and you might not even survive the two-month new recruit period."
The middle-aged officer glanced sideways, coldly reminding him.
"Reporting officer! Opportunities must be seized personally! That’s what my grandfather taught ."
Gao Pao declared loudly with steadfast eyes.
"You’re made of good material."
The middle-aged officer nodded, unusually adding:
"If you can’t handle it, then withdraw, and I’ll assign you to another training camp, no need to feel ashad.
The second lesson for recruits is ’how to survive on the battlefield.’ Because only by living can you continue to improve."
Gao Pao felt a chill in his heart and replied solemnly:
"Thank you, officer!"
After a few more minutes, so recruits gradually stepped out, choosing to join the notoriously grueling Yellow Spring Training Camp.
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