"Hello, sir! You..."
Looking back and looking at the Chinese soldier who chased out of the conference room just now, Chen Bin immediately stood up and said hello. The same complexion always makes people feel closer in this place where black, white and yellow are intertwined...
"You are the only Chinese among these volunteers. My mission in it has been completed. By the way, my name is Zhang Liangxian, and you can also call me Fair..."
Zhang Liangxian said, waved to Chen Bin and signaled him to follow him.
For volunteers who signed up for the Corps, their days at the headquarters selection center were particularly boring. After passing the intelligence, physical fitness and other tests, most of the time they had to gather in the square and wait for the orders of the Corps commanders and veterans to carry out some actions such as cleaning.
Obviously, Zhang Liangxian is also a member of the veterans of the Corps. Seeing that Zhang Liangxian called Chen Bin, a veteran who was originally responsible for managing Chen Bin and his group of volunteers was not very troublesome, he nodded at the two of them, even if Zhang Liangxian acquiesced to call Chen Bin away.
"You are lucky. The Chinese New Year is coming soon in China, and basically there are not many volunteers coming to register at this time. You are two months late, and just what you said today will basically not be able to stay..."
Taking Chen Bin to an uninhabited corner, Zhang Liangxian took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. After Chen Bin said he didn't need it, he lit it straight away, and then he spoke and scolded the street.
"Brother Zhang, what's wrong with my words? That's the purpose of my coming here. Are you honest..."
"You are still too young. What kind of good place do you think is this corps? Or, I just said you are lucky because you are the only Chinese among the volunteers in this group. Why do you think it is?"
Um?
Listening to Zhang Liangxian's words, Chen Bin thought.
Only one Chinese means that the pressure of competition is reduced? But Chinese do not, but there are many volunteers from other ethnic groups. Logically speaking, this competition is the same...
"Because of balance, it sounds nice here. Joining the Corps is fighting for the Corps, and taking an oath is not an oath to France. But anyone with a normal mind can see that the senior officers in the Corps are all French. But the soldiers are all foreigners. Do you think they don't need to do a balance?"
"Although we Chinese have a lot of people in the corps, the number of people in the combat company is still relatively small. Most of them are me who do logistics work. You have worked in China, have a foundation, and are short of money, so you want to earn more money... Of course, it is more suitable for combat companies, field training subsidies, overseas deployment subsidies, etc...."
Zhang Liangxian said it very directly, and Chen Bin is not a fool either. In order to better ensure control over the Corps, the French, the senior Frenchmen of the Corps, naturally would not allow a certain regiment. There were too many foreign soldiers of the same race. In that case, the appeal of veterans of the same race would be even stronger than that of the officers sent by France.
Also, because most Chinese soldiers like to choose some logistics positions, the number of Chinese in the combat company is rare. They have served as soldiers and need money. They are still relatively small Chinese in foreign corps. Isn’t this just the most suitable volunteers to supplement the combat company?!
As for the argument I just argued, it may be a typical example of young people who are so fooled... To be precise, it should be brainwashing...
"Okay, I'll talk to you privately, after all, fellow villagers. You don't have to think too much about these things, it has nothing to do with us. I joined the Corps for nationality. It turned out that I came to France to find gold with fellow villagers. It was troublesome to do anything without nationality. You are different from me. You are here to make money, so you can just make money well. Remember, don't treat this place as a country..."
The cigarette in Zhang Liangxian's hand burned very quickly. Speaking of this, there was almost only one cigarette butt left...
"There are all kinds of people who come here. They have the same comrades as in China, and there are also some bad people, deserters, etc. So before you can determine what kind of person the other party is, talk less and do more! Okay, go back, I have some things to be busy with here, and we will get together again when we come back when we have time!"
"Yes! Thank you!"
After saying goodbye to Zhang Liangxian, Chen Bin's life once again returned to its previous state. He cleaned, moved things, and went out to do business. From time to time, he was also scrambled by some veterans...
For example, a veteran was holding his watch and walked away, asking the volunteers to gather in a limited time, then ran to another location, gather in a limited time, etc.
Time soon came Thursday, and all the volunteers gathered in the square as before. But unlike in the past, the volunteers gathered in the square this time all looked serious and a little nervous, because today is the day to come out!
The person who was called out this afternoon means that he has passed the preliminary selection and officially became a Rouge, and can take off his blue volunteer sportswear and really put on camouflage!
Soon, a French officer walked up to everyone with a folder. The officer was used to the reactions of the volunteers, and did not tell anything. He directly opened the folder in his hand and started to call the list.
"Peton!"
"arrive!"
A man who looked a little yellow in skin responded and Chen Bin knew this person. To be precise, when he first signed up, this guy signed up at the Paris Conscription Station like himself. The relationship between the front and back seemed to be from Romania?
"Wisker!"
"arrive!"
"McClain!"
"arrive!"
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One by one, the names of the names were sung and the person who was sung was filled with joy. Soon, Chen Bin heard his name, and to be precise, his pseudonym in the Corps: Richard!
In the early years, the foreign corps did not have too strict requirements on the components of the troops. Any messy people such as smugglers, fugitives, etc. can join. As long as you are an individual and are willing to fight for France, the foreign corps will open their doors to them. In such an era, pseudonyms came into being...
Today, the source requirements for the conscripts of the Corps have become strict, at least a legal and valid passport is necessary. However, the tradition of taking a pseudonym has been preserved. What is even more funny is that the names used when signing the contract were signed by the pseudonym...
In other words, this contract does not actually have any legal benefits.
The topic was a bit far-reaching. Chen Bin and his group, who were called by the name, were taken by the French officer to a room that looked like a barber room, and they were collectively cut their hair!
Chen Bin had just retired for a while and his hair was not long. Soon after shaving into a spirited buzz cut, the group changed again to receive personal supplies and quilts.
When Chen Bin imitated the rest of the people around him to change into camouflage uniforms, he suddenly heard a "ding dong" sound in his mind!
"The teaching system of the soldiers in the world is loaded!"
"The freshman admission scenario has been loaded, please select the appropriate time to enter!"
Chapter completed!