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Time quietly passed for over a month, and the recovery efforts in the real world were nearly halfway completed, with most of the country already assessed. The other major stabilization areas were also close to completion.
After achieving the primary goals, attention turned to secondary objectives. The number of soldiers would be guaranteed at around one million, all of whom would enter the Apocalyptic World as Elite Soldiers. Others would be gradually selected; only the truly outstanding soldiers would fight in the Apocalyptic World, while the rest would remain behind to produce.
The recruitment of soldiers was already on the verge of launching, and everyone began screening candidates. The focus was primarily on selecting elite warriors, regardless of ethnicity or race; as long as one was a talented individual, they were welcome.
Of course, language learning was still necessary, as Mandarin Chinese needed to be popularized worldwide.
There was no choice; after all, Zheng Yifan was Chinese. The dream of having the whole world learn Chinese could finally be realized. In the early stages, a Chinese proficiency test could be implemented to challenge them.
Soon, this concern would vanish. By the next generation, everyone would use Mandarin, eliminating language barriers. Mandarin would become the universal language.
Domestically, efforts were also underway to promote Mandarin. People were encouraged to use it as much as possible in daily conversations. Speaking Mandarin could earn discounts at various Hope Group stores, and citizens who regularly used standard Mandarin would receive certain subsidies.
They already knew some Chinese; it was just a matter of standardizing their pronunciation.
All of this was quite normal and aimed at unifying language, measurement standards, and those originally differing criteria.
This requirement was being enforced. In scientific development, it was essential. Such measures would also need to be taken in the future Apocalyptic World, but for now, due to the urgency of war, it was limited to educational institutions. Even within the Gathering Place, such practices had not yet been implemented.
There were too many battles. People simply did not have time to learn a language.
Only those in the real world had that luxury. Naturally, soldiers had not yet faced this dilemma.
However, they would eventually encounter difficulties because entering the Apocalyptic World required at least a basic understanding of Mandarin—no need for perfection; just being able to understand and listen would suffice.
Future battles would primarily take place within their own country. Conflicts abroad would still require considerable time.
Everything was already prepared. The entire reward system had slowly begun to roll out. Gradually, they would be encouraged to use Mandarin more often.
In the days that followed, Zheng Yifan took some time to enjoy the beach atmosphere during a vacation in Australia. Unfortunately, those women had begun uniting to create their own enterprises. Each found their own goals, perhaps fulfilling their life dreams.
In any case, Zheng Yifan found himself alone at the beach in Australia, only for his peaceful life to be shattered once again by events in the Apocalyptic World.
In the Hope Gathering Place, nearly twenty thousand warriors gathered at that moment. They were equipped with the latest manufactured battle armor and held custom-made Psychic Weapons in their hands.
The battle armor was standardized, with similar designs across the board. Only those special Superpowered Individuals wore different types of armor. For instance, some Superpowered Individuals had the ability to transform into giants. If they were to use the standard armor, it would be a disaster.
Thus, there were indeed many special circumstances.
Take Zhou Rui, for example; he couldn't wear this armor. Whenever he transformed, if he was wearing his usual clothes, he could assimilate them. However, a set of armor?
That was a joke. You would see an armor floating in mid-air, and Zhou Rui's flying height and speed would drop to rock bottom.
It was just unavoidable.
The standard armor was made from Basilisk scales combined with tanned snake skin. This material was exceptionally good, providing the armor with strong impact resistance and making it nearly indestructible.
Even now, the scales were difficult to cut; they had used almost every method available just to slightly modify the scales.
However, it still looked like a mass of scales at the front, while the back had a metallic texture.
The inner snake skin was taken from hundreds of layers, with only the outermost layer remaining. This layer was also the toughest one, crafted into the finest warrior's armor.
This was a benefit they deserved.
Of course, they still found it quite uncomfortable. The design of the armor resembled some bizarre equipment styles from games. It looked exaggerated like something out of a video game. Although there were no unnecessary elements,
for aesthetics and imposing presence, the armor featured many decorative elements.
Aside from the scales that couldn't be modified, other parts had considerable embellishments.
The most eye-catching feature was at their shoulders, which sported shoulder guards resembling shields.
These were modeled after Adamantium Shields and looked quite peculiar.
Naturally, the armor was entirely black with no other colors mixed in; even the scales were black.
No one dared to complain or voice any grievances. They understood that wearing this set of armor represented identity and status.
It was also a guarantee of life. After the apocalypse struck, they had endured so many hardships. Many had nearly starved or narrowly escaped from Zombies' jaws. If they had such armor back then, although it couldn't be eaten, charging into a horde of Zombies to find food would have been entirely possible.
As for their helmets, they were designed as full-cover metal helmets that ensured safety. So it looked like a large group of tin cans marching together.
Zheng Yifan stood on the Command Platform, observing the soldiers. His first impression was not of their imposing presence or the overall atmosphere, nor was it their unwavering spirit. Instead, he wondered if these soldiers might suffocate under their gear.
This was a set of armor, and it had a lining made of snake skin, which looked unbearably hot. It was well known that many medieval soldiers would steam themselves alive while wearing armor. The metal under the sunlight would surely be scorching, and with an extra layer of snake skin, it could only be worse.
"Warriors! Are you hot?" Zheng Yifan's first words were not a rousing speech but rather a friendly inquiry.
With that one question, smiles began to spread among the soldiers, though their helmets obscured their faces, making it hard to see.
At the front, Pu Qiang lifted his visor, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth.
"Chief, how could we be hot? Wearing this feels like having air conditioning; it adjusts the temperature at any time. That Basilisk Skin is simply amazing." After finishing his sentence, Pu Qiang deliberately removed his helmet.
The armor was black and purely heat-absorbing; if this issue couldn't be resolved, those inside would surely roast.
Zheng Yifan touched the armor.
It felt like it was at least seventy or eighty degrees outside, yet inside, it was surprisingly around twenty degrees and could even adjust based on Zheng Yifan's touch.
He realized he had stumbled upon a treasure. (To be continued.)
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