Chapter 174: Slave Exam
"Name?"
"Chen Xidong."
"Profession?"
"Computer software programming technician, senior title."
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"Name?"
"Lin Wenhong."
"Profession?"
"Professor, Department of Literary Studies, National University of Iraq."
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A long queue lined up inside the first wall, a table, a computer, and a recorder, facing five hundred ragged slaves.
Behind them was the gate of the second wall. These five hundred people looked around indifferently, as if they had nothing to look forward to about the unknown fate ahead.
Every slave who stepped forward to register was as calm as dead.
For this world, each of them has no expectations.
A strong electromagnetic storm destroyed most of the computers in the world, and also destroyed human civilization.
The current world does not need so many experts in the computer field, let alone those old scholars who study culture and history.
But the knowledge of these people is still more valuable than that of ordinary people, so they naturally become the main targets of the slave trade.
Especially in the Middle East, after the establishment of the China-Africa Alliance, it vigorously advocated the rejuvenation of the country through education. In just a dozen years, a generation of people has completely risen under the excellent educational resources.
A large number of outstanding technical talents of various types have been trained for the member states of each federation. However, after the catastrophe, the times have changed, and many sought-after talents have become less important.
It seems that most of these people are young experts in the computer field, but in this world environment where there are almost no computers that can be used, they are almost useless.
The online world is destroyed in an instant. Even if there are computers, it will only be a stand-alone world.
Re-establish a network world covering all human beings.
Talent loses its value and becomes a commodity to be bought and sold.
It's just that they don't know the new owner who bought everyone in one go. What do you want them for?
However, they are too lazy to guess, even if the next door is hell, they have nothing to say. Because since being enslaved, for each of them, they have boarded a one-way bus to hell.
After registering one by one, the slaves took their own numbers, and then consciously walked through the gate of the second wall.
behind the gate. Three field medical vehicles were waiting for them. One by one, they went to the medical vehicle to receive a physical examination according to their own numbers.
After confirming that the health is correct, there is a temporary bathhouse at the back, and all the clothes that have been taken off are directly burned in the incinerator next to it.
All the slaves who had been washed clean, had their hair cut, their messy beards shaved off, and new clothes put on.
Soon, everyone's external image has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the sloppy look has long since disappeared. After changing into their clothes, they looked quite like the intellectuals they used to be.
It's just that after this set of procedures, everyone's hearts became a little more active. After all, some people have changed hands several times in a short period of time.
In the past, after being traded as a commodity, at most it was to confirm the health status, and then they were stuffed into the slave market.
How can it be like now, it is a detailed registration, and a comprehensive medical examination. There are new clothes to wear after washing.
It's just that they still can't imagine that the people here don't seem to treat them as commodities and prepare to sell them again.
But what can they do now?
And the high walls around them are also telling each of them that this place is not easy.
At least. They have never seen a safe area that can build such a large area of tall walls.
In the major safety zones where financial resources, manpower and material resources are stretched, even if there are ideas, they can't come up with them.
Rarely, the doubtful slaves were brought under an equally tall wall after they were fully dressed.
Here, nearly two dozen recorders wait here.
"Re-record the information. All the information you have ever been invalidated, look at the camera, and then answer all my questions, and then I will give you an ID card, go to the wall behind me, and there are people who tell you what to do next. doing what."
The recorder under the second wall said mechanically, seeing the slave in front of him obediently looking at the camera, he began to routinely ask for all relevant information.
The first slave who finished the inquiry immediately received a hot ID card.
On the ID card, there are their photos and some simple information, and the chip in the ID card can read the detailed information just recorded.
The slave who received the ID card came to the third gate in turn, and two regular army soldiers with live ammunition beside the door said indifferently: "Take out your ID card, swipe the reader, and you can go in. "
The third wall comes in, which is a large plain. Walking forward along the wide national road, it is Shaxi Town.
Outside Shaxi Town, in a temporary camp, soldiers from a cooking squad were preparing lunch for these slaves with the help of survivors.
It's just that the slaves who came one after another were all gathered outside the camp, and they could only smell the fragrance inside and drool.
Al Yesel and Zhao Long stood at the gate of the camp, looking at the slaves who slowly gathered from time to time.
Cut out the messy hair, hung up the beard, washed off the dirt, and put on new clothes.
These five hundred people no longer looked like slaves, but more like a group of ordinary people waiting for the judgment of fate.
The high-pressure environment has made them all stand quietly with their heads down. No one dared to whisper to each other, and no one dared to move their feet at will.
Although there were not many guards in sight around them.
However, under the calm surface, they were very shocked. They had never heard of this place, nor had they been to it.
And this only refers to the main road from Erbil to Mosul now, how could they not know?
It's just that they really don't know what built such a huge base.
Now, they can smell the aroma of the food, not the nutritional supplements that only supply 200 grams a day, but the smell of the food before the catastrophe.
If it was replaced by an ordinary survivor, I am afraid that it is already a little bit ready to move at this time.
But they dare not, not only because of the helpless status of slaves, but also because they are very educated and intelligent people.
When all the 500 slaves gathered, El Yaser stepped forward and shouted with a loudspeaker: "You can smell the smell of food, it's for you, but we don't need waste here Or it’s just a fake, if you want to eat in it, it’s very simple, just pass the exam.”
As soon as Al Yaser's words fell, five groups of soldiers ran out, each group of ten people, each with a tablet computer in the hands of the soldiers.
"There are all of them. There are fifty people in a row. There were ten rows in turn."
The slaves who heard that they could eat food finally had a look of excitement on their faces, and quickly lined up neatly, all looking forward to the upcoming exam.
"The first row goes forward five steps, the second row to the tenth row listen to my order and turn back."
Not very neatly lined up in front, the fifty people in the first row took five steps forward with some excitement, and all the behind lined up turned back.
"Everyone is there. Sit down. The first row of exams begins. No one else is allowed to look back." (To be continued.)