The big dispatch grounds of the northern military hub were packed with hundreds of recruits standing in rigid lines.
On the wooden platform were high-ranking military officers dressed in formal brown khaki uniforms with their eyes looking at the large cadets on blue and black uniform.
Every single rookie was going to be assigned to a designated stand post somewhere along the defensive lines.
There, they would learn under senior officers, watch how things were done until they proved capable of surviving and leading on the front line themselves.
In the lands of Valdris, the military was showed with highest respect by the civilians.
They saw them as the true heroes and the solid wall protecting their cities from total destruction, even if it might lead them to dying at their posts.
At the center of the platform was an old officer with thick, white-gray hair. He adjusted his collar and stepped up to the platform as he his eyes glanced around the recruits.
