Xia Chujian found the departure point at the ground barracks of the Fifth Interstellar Fleet and saluted the civilian staff registering there.
Those people stared at Xia Chujian carefully for a few seconds before entering her information into the main control program of the Fifth Interstellar Fleet and giving her an armband with a biochip.
A middle-aged man in his forties said coldly, "Put it on. If you get beaten to death, this will be your identification mark."
Xia Chujian: “…”
He cursed others to death before even going to war. Isn't this guy too rude?
Xia Chujian also looked at him seriously, which made him feel uncomfortable, so he silently took the armband and put it on.
The armband only had a North Star painted on it, with her initials "X·CJ" written below.
There is also a series of very small numbers below the name.
The handwriting is so small that I might need a magnifying glass to read it clearly.
Then they were given backpacks and gun cases with the Fifth Star Fleet logo, as well as various clothing and daily necessities.
There weren't many clothes and daily necessities, and they could just fit into the backpacks issued by the fleet.
Xia Chujian put on this backpack and carried his own backpack issued by the Special Security Bureau in his hand.
From now on, she is just an ordinary space marine in the Fifth Star Fleet.
Although the space marines who are selected to join the interstellar fleet are ordinary people and not genetically evolved, their physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people, and their military qualities in all aspects are also carefully selected.
Not all have been mobilized yet.
In each interstellar fleet of the Beichen Empire, there are four columns of space marines.
One million men in each column.
Each column has 400 squadrons, each with 1,000 people.
At the same time, each squadron is divided into one hundred teams.
Each team is composed of ten Space Marines, with a male to female ratio of seven men to three women, forming a mixed formation.
So Xia Chujian’s number is: 0.
This number is stored in a nanochip and, through weaving methods, is incorporated into all the military uniforms, firearms and daily necessities issued to her.
The first 01 represents the interstellar fleet, which is not in the same sequence as the ground forces.
05 stands for the Fifth Star Fleet.
04 represents the fourth column of the four columns.
144 represents the 144th squadron out of 400 squadrons.
044 represents the 44th squadron out of the 100 squadrons of the 144th Squadron.
10 is her number ten in the team.
Only then did Xia Chujian realize that the number below the initials of her name on the armband should be her Space Marine number.
She hasn't even arrived yet, but I've already divided it for her...
Xia Chujian thought it was random.
She didn't care either.
She was transferred in temporarily, so it's normal that she was the last one.
After receiving all her belongings, she put on the Bluetooth headset used for communication in the unit.
It is a very small single earphone that goes directly into the ear and cannot be seen from the outside.
Soon after putting on the headphones, she heard someone giving her orders.
"4410! Report to the southeast immediately! You're the only one missing!"
Xia Chujian: “…”
4410, this number, no one knows how long it will follow her.
Xia Chujian found the direction, pushed through the crowd and walked over there.
There was a group of people gathered there.
Among them were nine Space Marines, all wearing Space camouflage uniforms.
The rest of the people were wearing ordinary clothes, and they looked like family members who came to see them off.
Because their behavior was very intimate, and their expressions were full of reluctance and anxiety.
Xia Chujian took a quick glance.
There are nine Space Marines, seven men, all with crew cuts, and two women, also with short hair.
Among the seven men in military uniforms, six young men were not wearing military caps, their collars were open, and their military buttons were not buttoned, making them look sloppy and ruffian.
There was only one man who looked older, with his uniform buttoned up and a warm smile on his slightly wrinkled face.
The other two women were very young and did not fasten their military uniform buttons, but their collars were turned up neatly. They had wide leather belts around their very thin waists, and a small pistol was attached to the belts.
The two women were surrounded by a group of people, including men, women, young and old.
The tall woman on the left was holding a baby in her arms, who looked to be about six months old.
It is white and plump, very interesting.
The woman was holding the baby, with tears on her face.
Opposite her stood a young man, looking at her with eyes filled with deep attachment and reluctance.
Standing on either side of her were two men and women who were at least fifty years old, both of whom looked unhappy.
The older woman on the left said bitterly, "Ajuan, you're fine! Why do you have to be transferred to the front line?!"
The tall female soldier was named Ajuan.
Ajuan said, "Mom, this is a military decision from above. How would ordinary people know about it?"
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