The general walked to the center of the auditorium, his military boots making a slight echo on the wooden floor, as if also announcing the arrival of this important moment. He stopped next to a huge touchscreen, the backlight behind him making him look even more imposing. His gaze slowly swept over each graduate in the audience, every face filled with anticipation, nervousness, or unease. Finally, his gaze settled on the touchscreen, and he lightly touched it with his fingertip.
The screen immediately lit up, projecting clear images of various military department logos and explanatory text. The general turned to the audience, his tone solemn, and declared, "Graduates, this is an extremely important moment in your lives. Today, we will be assigning you to your respective units. You will join various departments of the Interstellar Federation, each with its indispensable importance, from frontline operations to rear support, from logistical supply to high-level strategic planning, all requiring your talents and dedication."
The general moved his finger to the first symbol, which was a pattern of a sword and a shield intertwined. He explained, "This is the combat department, which represents our Iron Fist and iron shield. If you are assigned here, you will be our first line of defense against Xyphos and other potential enemies. This requires decisiveness, courage, and the ability to make the right judgments under extreme pressure."
Then, the general pointed to an icon composed of a clock and gears, and continued, "Logistics department. Here, your work scope will be very broad, ranging from weapon and ship maintenance to material transportation and personnel scheduling. No matter how excellent the frontline is, if the rear support cannot keep up, everything will be in vain."
Next, he stopped at an icon that was a combination of an Ammunition box and a medical cross. "Supply Department. This is not just about replenishing food and ammunition, but also includes advanced medical support and rescue operations. If you are assigned here, you will be responsible for ensuring that every soldier receives timely and adequate support to continue fighting."
Finally, the general's finger pointed to a line connecting the earth with multiple other planets. "strategic planning department. This may be the least bloody department, but it is the most indispensable. Here, you will be involved in formulating the overall strategy of the war, from the macro goals of the war to the details of specific tactics. You need to have a comprehensive view and insight into the situation."
The general paused for a moment, then scanned the entire room before saying, "Now, I will ask each graduate to come to the front of the stage according to your serial number and draw the department lottery ticket for your upcoming service. This is not only the beginning of your military career, but also the start of a new stage in your life. Please be prepared."
The whole room was filled with a tense and expectant atmosphere, and everyone understood that the next moment would be a significant one that would change their lives forever.
The general stood in the center of the stage, and the huge screen behind him flashed the names and serial numbers of the graduates who were about to be called. He cleared his throat and announced to the audience and the graduates, "Soldiers, today is the last day of your military academy career and the beginning of a new life. You will come up to this stage one by one according to your serial number and draw the department where you will serve in the future. Please be mentally prepared."
The graduates lined up according to their prearranged serial numbers, with nervous and expectant expressions on their faces. The first graduate quickly walked onto the stage, reached into the drawing box, and instantly pulled out a stick. At a glance, he saw the word on it: "Logistics Department." He joyfully shouted, and the whole room immediately erupted into enthusiastic applause and cheers. The general smiled and patted his shoulder, representing a blessing and approval.
Next, a female graduate steps onto the stage. Her movements are noticeably more cautious, and after taking a deep breath, she slowly draws a lot. Seeing the four words "Supply Department," her expression clearly shows some disappointment. The general notices her change in emotion but still gives the same encouragement and applause.
As the names and serial numbers are displayed on the screen one by one, the graduates' reactions are varied: some are happy, some are disappointed, but everyone knows that this is a brand new beginning for their future.
Finally, Leo's name appeared on the screen.
He had a serious and calm expression as he walked steadily towards the lottery drum. His hand slowly reached into the drum, as if searching for some hidden destiny within. His fingertips fumbled around in the drum, and finally tightly grasped one.
Slowly, he pulled out the slip and unfolded it, reading: "combat department - Border Defense Department."
At that moment, the entire auditorium seemed to freeze, followed by a burst of enthusiastic applause and exclamations. Among all the departments, the combat department was undoubtedly the most prestigious but also the most dangerous. The general walked up to Leo, looking at him with a gaze full of anticipation and seriousness.
"Congratulations, soldier, this is an important moment. We look forward to your excellent performance in the combat department and hope you bring glory to the Interstellar Federation." The general patted Leo on the shoulder and gave him a round of applause.
Leo smiled in response, but felt a wave of complexity in his heart. He knew that from this moment on, his life would undergo significant changes. The combat department - Border Defense Department was not only an extremely challenging position, but also meant that he would face countless unknowns and dangers.
However, he also understood that this was exactly what he had been pursuing all along. He nodded, determination igniting in his heart. He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead, he would walk it without hesitation, because now he was not just a graduate of the military academy, but also a new recruit in the combat department- Border Defense Department of the Interstellar Federation.
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