"Have me become a militiaman? Why don't you ask if I can be town mayor?" This was the comment that slipped out of Yan Fei's mouth, a beat after hearing Lin Baoguo's proposal.
Out of all the unreliable ideas out there, Yan Fei was sure this was the most unreliable one he had ever heard.
"Why are you in such a rush? Just hear me out!" Lin Baoguo, looking at Yan Fei's incredulous expression, felt a headache coming on. "The militia is not like being a full-time soldier, it won't interfere with your schooling or cattle farming. There won't be any significant operations regularly, just training once or twice during the agricultural off-season. Only in extraordinary emergencies, they will assemble and assist to maintain social stability."
After he finished, fearing Yan Fei may not understand, he further explained, "Just like during the incident with the giant serpent at our upstream paper factory. The armed personnel that arrived, most of them were actually militiamen."
