The man glanced at him and ran away immediately, no longer caring about selling his cigarettes.

"Hey, buddy, you weren't fooled, were you?"

A young uniformed policeman came over and looked him up and down, and found that Somo looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"Have we met?"

"No."

Sumo smiled, took out a pack of Lotus cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out two cigarettes and handed them over.

"I'm new here too. Please tell me how to get to area C-21?"

The uniformed policeman happily took the cigarettes and sniffed them. Unlike the fake cigarettes sold by the vendors just now, the two sticks of tobacco handed over by Somo had an unusually strong aroma. You knew they were genuine without even having to identify them.

"Hey, you can really afford Lotus cigarettes, so if that guy can sell them to you, you're just blind!"

The uniformed policeman's eyes suddenly lit up, and his face was filled with a warm smile, "Let's go, I happened to have something to do over there, and I will take you to the distribution center on the way."

The Eastern Front in the battle reports and the Eastern Front that I saw with my own eyes were like two different worlds.

The eastern front line in the battle report should be a desolate land full of ruins filled with gunpowder smoke and war flames. There are ruins and smoke everywhere. The soldiers are struggling to survive under the shadow of war, and their living conditions are difficult and simple.

However, the reality was exactly the opposite. Along the way, Somo saw many sights beyond imagination.

The broad streets are bustling with traffic and pedestrians. There are recruits in military uniforms, guards on duty, veterans taking a break, and many ordinary people who come to the front line to do business.

The two-story buildings on both sides of the road are all shops, grocery stores, restaurants, massage parlors, teahouses, and billiard halls. The signs are flashing, people are coming and going, and business is booming.

Trucks loaded with supplies slowly passed by, their bodies shaking slightly under the weight and raising a cloud of dust.

“It’s so lively!”

Sumo couldn't help but sigh, who would have thought that the prosperity of the front line would be as prosperous as any large territory in the New World.

In some respects, it's even worse.

"Humph, those people from the outside world all thought that our front line had been reduced to a barren land, but how could they believe that the development of the front line was much better than that of their territory." Hearing Sumo's emotion, the uniformed policeman smiled and said, "Forget it.

This wave of new recruits has brought the frontline population to almost eight million, which is only less than the territory of Yusanjia."

"After winning consecutive battles, the superiors are well aware of the hardships and sacrifices of the soldiers, and are never stingy in terms of rewards. As a result, those veterans who were struggling on the battlefield at the beginning will have money saved in their hands.

It’s like a snowball growing bigger and bigger, and there are so many that I don’t even know how to spend them.”

"Youdao means that if there is demand, there will be a market, and if there is profit, there will be businessmen. Many discerning people have spotted the huge business opportunities contained in it, and naturally they do not hesitate to bring business to the front line. Over time,

Isn’t this frontline slowly developing?!”

"In the future, I think even if the war is calmed down, many veterans will not leave. A new territory and a new city should be established here."

As he spoke, the uniformed policeman raised his head slightly, with a hint of pride and relief in his eyes.

His steps slowed down unconsciously, and he simply told Sumo about the developments on the front line.

The conversation didn't stop until the two of them came to a huge level.

"Here we are, here is the frontline personnel distribution center. After passing this checkpoint, there is the military area."

"After you have registered earlier, go to the Area C transfer station and you will find the shuttle bus to Area C-21."

Following the direction of the uniformed policeman's finger, Sumo saw the entrance with the sign of Area C.

There was very little traffic, there was only one entrance, and forty or fifty people were queuing.

In the two areas A and B next to it, there are not only dozens of entrances, but at least hundreds of people, and even more than a thousand people.

This is not surprising.

Areas A and B are the garrison areas of the Nova Corps, and many people who come to the front line do so to join the army.

The newly established C area is a newly established mercenary area. It recruits individual people in the form of issuing tasks.

It is very convenient to join. You only need to verify your identity to receive various lucrative tasks.

Of course, the reason why no one has joined now is also very simple.

Compared with new recruits, who still have a long period of training and are accompanied by veterans, mercenaries are truly independent fighters, a dangerous job with their heads stuck in their waistbands.

Either he is a real fierce man or he is a gambler who is not afraid of death, otherwise no one is willing to accept missions that require going deep into the interior of a foreign race.
Chapter completed!