Steel steam and flame

"Senior civilians." Cassia sighed and followed Ye Jielin and the others. It's been a long time since I heard the word "civilian". If Cassia hadn't seen the title and military rank on the agreement, he would have unknowingly forgotten his true identity. The son of a second-class warrant officer who came from a small town, he had been a skilled worker in a small steam factory for several years.

Although he is already a warrant officer of the second class and has a formal certificate of conferment of baronet, it seems that no one who knows the basics will be happy. Warrant Officer First Class and Warrant Officer Class II, military ranks used to comfort soldiers on the battlefield, are as simple as using an assembly line to print and distribute military books. To put it nicely, the title of baron is the transition from common people to nobles. But to explain its meaning in straightforward terms, compared with the real commoners who have devoted themselves to various jobs almost all their lives, the commoners among the nobility only appear to be more advanced and more decent. Because at least when others call you, most people no longer call them by their first names, but add the word "baron" after your name.

Whether it is a warrant officer or a baron, they are all things that are rampant in the empire. This is something that gives people hope. Not only can it help those in power better control the almost countless civilians in the empire to create a steady stream of benefits for them, but it can also ensure to the greatest extent that the civilians will not They will rebound excessively due to the suppression and control that will always be with them from birth to death. The people standing on the imperial pyramid have spent a lot of time and effort over thousands of years, investing a lot of elite talents and money in management and planning, as well as in terms of human theory and psychological character.

Various situations that need to be mastered, various data that need to be collected,,,, etc., they have never stopped doing such things. Knowing that violent rule will eventually lead to destruction, the shrewd controllers of the four forces have chosen the current method of rule. When not touching your own core interests, try not to interfere with the lives and development of people at the lower end of the pyramid. Although the lives and development of those people have almost been planned, the forces from all directions sometimes change their ways to make people feel that that way of life is quite good. No one will starve to death in the empire. Although the work is a bit tiring, sometimes, you can still find relaxing moments.

The four forces have spent huge resources on this. Sometimes, they can even give up a little of their own interests to ensure control of the people at the bottom. In other words, the controllers sometimes give in slightly to let the people at the bottom see their sincere attitude.

Because they understand that the real rights, the rights they work for day and night, do not lie in controlling those external things, nor in money reduced to numbers, nor in the power represented by guns, but in controlling people, controlling people. Their thoughts and behaviors subtly allow them to live according to a set of assembly-line regulations. When something is needed, the person in power only needs to turn on the analytical machine and press the button. The transmission tracks on the assembly line will automatically move, and then the goods will fall into the iron frames prepared in advance.

It's that simple, and it took the four forces thousands of years to achieve such a thing. And this time will continue to extend. While improving the assembly line, we will also check for hidden dangers and problems caused by old machinery and updates!

"All civilians below the rank of second lieutenant are civilians." If the empire is viewed as a giant company, civilians are like temporary workers. They work for money without any guarantees or benefits, and only have the most basic equality agreement. Warrant officers and barons are the squad leaders who have been promoted here. They enjoy basic rights and are more likely to be converted into regular workers by the empire.

Like Cassia's father, he had the rank of Warrant Officer Second Class and was also given a basic set of housing. But after their death, Cassia and the others could not even get the basic pension, let alone the house, which was naturally taken back. Cassia's father's life has become nothing more than five red copper gears in the super analytical machine, and they are still five gears shared with others.

Along the way, Cassia became as silent as Selmer. It should have been something to be happy about, but no one could laugh. Separating in front of the dormitory, Ye Jielin asked Atuohuan to count and notify those who were still alive in the alliance. Although it is still considered mission time at this time, it can be regarded as the mission is over now. Those who can survive at this moment can be regarded as passing Ye Jielin's last test and successfully becoming her allies. The benefits she promised before, such as the sharing of real-time information and financial subsidies, can be implemented and distributed soon.

"What else are you unhappy about? Genius student Baron Cassia, trainee knight!" Ye Jielin, who was walking on the stairs, turned sideways and looked at Cassia and asked, "This is not like you who just came to the military school. That At that time, you were full of fighting spirit and sunshine, although you were not very dazzling."

"It's nothing serious. It's just that after returning from the mission, there are a lot of things in my stomach that I haven't fully digested yet." Cassia's face that had been stiff for a long time rarely showed a smile. It was useless to be anxious in school now. We can only wait for the dance in seven days.

"That's good." Ye Jielin did not pursue the question and continued to walk up the stairs step by step.

Back in the dormitory room, Cassia took out her pen and a piece of white paper from the drawer. After such a long time, Cassia has not contacted his mother and sister Lilia at home. He felt that he should write something and send it back. Because the radios in the small town were in the hands of nobles and businessmen, my mother would definitely not have access to them. And now Cassia does not have a radio device at hand. It is uncertain whether he will be monitored when he applies to the military school.

So all that was left was to write letters. The "will" that had been written long ago should not be the first and last letter Cassia sent back.

Kasia took off the cap of the pen and drew on the book on the side. It was still usable. Then I looked at the white paper and had a lot of things I wanted to say, but in the end it only turned into one sentence: "I am living a good life now and can barely keep up with my studies. My sister Lilia..."

So after living like this, I unknowingly returned to normal. Except for the increasing intensity of training, and my body gradually entering the middle of the first stage of the surgery, there were no changes.

,,,,,,

It's raining outside, very hard.

It was still sunny in the afternoon, but the wind picked up suddenly. Lead-colored clouds pushed in from the end of the sky at a visible speed, and the sky turned dark in just a few minutes. The dull air didn't last long before heavy rain began to pour down, like a column of water connecting heaven and earth.

Countless raindrops splashed on the body of the armored vehicle equipped with heavy firepower. Two snow-white beams of light passed from both sides of the armored vehicle. There were ripples of white light on the road, like a lake illuminated by fishing boats at night. Alone among the darkness and countless water drops, it looked like a lonely boat on the sea.

There is a lot of space in the armored vehicle, but apart from the two drivers sitting in the front, there is only one person in the back wearing a long black windbreaker. An ordinary face, an ordinary height, an ordinary body, everything about the man can be summarized as ordinary, nothing outstanding except for a pair of eyes without any sparkle.

He sat very upright, every bend in his sitting posture was a standard 90 degrees, his hair was dark blond, his eyes were staring straight ahead at the sightless scene, and his body swayed with the slight shaking of the armored vehicle. His ordinary hands were placed on a thick document, which seemed to be a record book. From the gaps between his fingers, several standard imperial characters could be vaguely seen. There were a few lines, and the general meaning could be read.

Detailed investigation of escapees,,,

grid,,,zhou,,,

Merchant ship,, doctor's,,, oral re-recording,,

Finally, in the upper left corner of the record book, there is a number, which seems to be the number of the record book - 1024.