Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Your family may be included."

Leon's fist clenched tighter and tighter.

"Yes."

The interviewer looked at him.

"The answer is valid."

Leon thought he had passed.

He received the results half an hour later.

[Not approved.]

Reason: Old lung injury makes him unsuitable for standard PDF combat positions.

It is recommended that you transfer to mechanical maintenance preparatory training, and after six months you can apply for a logistics engineering or Xinggang maintenance position.

Leon stood at the exit of the recruitment station, holding the gray result slip, his face expressionless.

People passed by him.

Someone was holding a blue slip and screaming.

Someone was holding a white sheet and cursing.

Someone was pulled aside by the cornerstone guards and the re-inspection process was explained in a low voice.

Roche came out from the other door.

He was holding a blue admission slip.

Roche was initially full of excitement, but when he saw the gray sheet in Leon's hand, his smile seemed to be forced back down his face.

"you……"

Leon folded the order form.

"Didn't pass."

Luo Qi opened his mouth.

Which one?

"lung."

"But you run faster than me."

"They said I wasn't suited for combat roles."

Roche looked down at his blue card, and Leon looked at him.

"You passed?"

Roche was somewhat embarrassed.

"Ah."

Which branch of the military?

"Standard PDF. Three months of basic training, then we'll see how the assignments go."

Leon nodded.

"Good."

Roche scratched his head.

"I didn't mean to take it out in front of you."

"I know."

Leon turned to leave.

Roche suddenly said, "Your logistics engineer isn't bad either."

“I heard from the Cornerstone instructors that engineers get good pay. They can also learn mechanics. After they retire, they can go to Starport, which is more stable than for someone like me who carries a gun.”

Leon twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Are you starting to comfort people now?"

Luo Qi breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"Let's practice first. I heard that after enlisting, we'll learn to inspire our comrades."

Leon finally smiled.

"Don't die."

Roche raised the blue sheet and tapped his chest.

"The cornerstone instructor said that if we learn to avoid making stupid mistakes first, the mortality rate can be reduced significantly."

Leon looked at him.

"Then you're finished."

Luo Qi was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and scolded.

"roll."

In the evening, Leon returned home.

Kaso saw the gray slip in his hand and asked, "Didn't pass?"

Leon nodded.

Tiffany was slow at recognizing words, so she read them line by line.

When she read "Not approved," her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

"They don't want you?"

Leon had been holding back all the way.

That sentence almost broke his composure.

He sat down, head down, his fingers rubbing the folded edge of the gray sheet.

"They said I wasn't suited for combat roles."

Yuna took the results sheet and looked at the suggestions section.

Kaso took the gray slip and looked at it for a long time.

"They found out about your lung injury."

"So they didn't send you to the front lines to die."

Leon was stunned.

The father continued, “The old governor’s men don’t care about that. They’ll say you’re qualified if you can stand and hold a gun. When you can’t run anymore on the battlefield in the poison fog and die, they’ll give me a piece of paper saying you were brave.”

“I went to the repair shop today and asked. It's a preparatory training program for mechanical maintenance, and after graduation you can get a job in the outer ring of Xinggang. The pay is higher than what I get now. If you do well, you can even take the exam for a technical assistant.”

Leon didn't say anything.

Tiff asked softly, "Brother, does that mean you don't have to die?"

Leon looked at his sister.

The shame of losing the election in his heart was suddenly pierced by those words.

Suddenly, a cheer came from outside the door.

The Roche family has returned.

Roche's mother held up the blue acceptance letter, her laughter barely contained.

"He passed! My Roche passed!"

The neighbors gathered around.

Some people are envious.

Someone congratulated him.

Someone asked about the salary with a sour look on their face.

Roche's father coughed, trying to remain composed, but his chest puffed out half an inch higher than usual.

"Basic pay will be tripled. Family allowance will begin next month. There will be weekly communications during the three-month training period. After five years of service with satisfactory performance, priority will be given to positions in the Public Security Bureau or Singapore Port upon discharge."

The crowd erupted.

"Are they really giving subsidies?"

"Is it written in the list?"

"Should it be given to the family or to the person receiving it?"

What if someone is injured or disabled?

"What if you die?"

The moment the jinx was uttered, the crowd fell silent for a moment.

Roche's mother clutched the acceptance letter tightly and glared fiercely at the man.

"Fifteen years' pension for those who died in battle. This was said by a key officer himself. Fifteen years, paid according to the number of family members."

An old man stood at the edge of the crowd, his lips moving slightly.

“My two sons were taken away before; one died outside, and the other is still missing.”

"The compensation they gave was half a bag of moldy grain."

When Roche saw Leon standing in the doorway, the smile on his face faded slightly.

Leon walked over and lightly bumped his shoulder with his fist.

"Don't embarrass yourself."

Roche grinned: "You too. When you go to Starport in six months, don't blow up the transport plane during repairs."

They both laughed.