The staff member held a thick stack of paper documents in his arms.
"Sir, these are the application materials for the first batch of recruits who passed identity verification."
"That much paperwork?"
Lin Mo stopped short, almost thinking he had seen wrong.
The staff member gave a wry smile.
"This is only part of it. There are still plenty more waiting downstairs."
"After preliminary screening, over a thousand applicants meet the Third Order physique requirement, and the number is still growing."
Lin Mo looked at the thick stack of documents and said nothing for a long while.
This was no ordinary military mission that could earn them honors.
The announcement had made it perfectly clear: the probability of survival was zero.
That so many people would sign up for a mission with certain death far exceeded his expectations.
"Do they all understand what the mission entails?"
"The staff on site explain it verbally three times, and the informed consent form explicitly states the risk of certain death," the staff member answered seriously.
"Anyone can withdraw at any point. We won't disclose the names of those who withdraw, much less hold them accountable."
"There are also identity checks, physical examinations, psychological assessments, and so on afterward. Those are already underway."
Lin Mo nodded.
Great Xia did need volunteers, but it absolutely could not trick people into going to war.
"Sir, how many people do you want?"
The staff member pulled up a spreadsheet and asked,
"And the applicants vary greatly in strength, age, and family circumstances. Who should we prioritize?"
Lin Mo instinctively wanted to tell him to choose older, stronger people whose families were struggling financially.
Older people had already experienced more of life, and struggling families genuinely had greater need of the thirty million in Great Xia Currency and