The news was like a stone cast into stagnant water, instantly sending ripples through the crowd.
"This damned world belongs to Sequence Ability Users. Can we even survive as soldiers?"
"Hard to say if we follow anyone else. But Little King Qin is one of the few decent people left in the Apocalypse. Commanders choose their soldiers, and soldiers choose their commanders. We shouldn't do too badly under him."
"Damn right! Before the Apocalypse, I could at least afford meat. Now I live worse than a dog every fucking day! I'm sick of lining up for scraps that barely fill the gaps between my teeth! I've still got some strength left. I'm going for it!"
The news spread rapidly, and everyone waiting for relief grain had their own thoughts.
Many young, able-bodied people who refused to spend their entire lives begging had already made up their minds. They registered their information and waited to hear the selection results.
At the State Government offices in State No. 14, Qin Siyang had the Three Brothers of the Wang Family and She Haqiang brought over.
Qin Siyang sat in a chair. Before him stood the Three Brothers of the Wang Family-Wang Defa, Wang Deyou, and Wang Dezhong-along with the stern-faced She Haqiang.
His gaze swept over the four men. "I have three regiments under my command, plus another under someone else's name."
Then he paused, his tone decisive. "Barring anything unexpected, the four regiment commander positions will go to you four. I intend to have you personally oversee the upcoming recruitment."
The Three Brothers of the Wang Family drew sharp breaths almost in unison, their faces instantly flushed with excitement. Even the usually stern and resolute She Haqiang found his breathing quickening, a fine sheen of sweat forming at his temples.
Regiment commanders?!