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"I heard that Lord Montane is going to re-run his school and is selecting loyal and reliable soldiers who are good at brains." Old Luciron said the serious things he really wanted to tell the monkey - the way out he thought about for the monkey: "I have asked Sergeant Bunier, and he promised to add your name. You are still young, smart, and have a chance... don't waste it."

"I won't go!" Hearing that he wanted to separate from the old sergeant, the monkey subconsciously felt a sense of resistance, he hurriedly begged: "Sergeant, my parents died early. No one has been nice to me since childhood except for dogs and you - from now on, I will call you old dad! I have a headache when I see the word "I'm having a headache, Dad, please don't drive me away! I will listen to you in the future! Let's cut the head and change military merits, isn't it easier than going to that shit school?"

Lu Xirong also had reluctance in his eyes, but his tone did not soften, but instead taught him a lesson more sternly and resolutely: "You boy, you don't know anything! That's not an ordinary school, it's a school for training officers. Chief Tamas, Chief Xia Ling... Those people who you dare not look up now come out of the same training class. You go in and take a good look, study hard, and when you come out again, you will be an officer! Isn't it better to be a big soldier in your life?"

"What's the officer?" the monkey wiped his tears: "I don't care!"

Lu Xirong stood up suddenly, slapped the monkey hard, and said sadly: "Open your eyes and see! Just finished the war! The war is about to fight again! There will never be a war! No matter how lucky you are, there will be a day when you use it! Do you think you are like me, with no children, no home or job - nothing! Is it destined to die on the battlefield?!"

The monkey grabbed Lu Xirong's hem and started crying "Woooooo".

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At the same time, on the other side of the barracks, it belongs to the officer's office area.

"We must make it clear to everyone. Repeat and make sure everyone understands it." Tamas signed his name on the supply list, and said without raising his head: "The Battle of the Scoop Port is the last time to be the first-level meritorious service. From now on, the random killing of prisoners will be severely punished. We must also prevent everyone from worrying. The civilian official is formulating a new set of meritorious service and spoil distribution regulations, which will be promulgated soon."

Peter Bunier nodded constantly.

Tamas frowned again, squinted his eyes, and clumsyly signed a few documents. As soon as he looked up, Peter Bunier was still in place.

"There's something else?" Tamas asked.

"Battery Commander." The short Peter lowered his head and asked rudely: "Can I really be a company commander? Can I really... be in charge of hundreds of people? When I think of what I do wrong, they may die, and I... I will be weak..."

Tamas thought for a while, put away the paper and pen, and asked seriously: "Do you think I am qualified to be a battalion commander?"

"Yes!" the dwarf Peter replied without hesitation.

"But I never think I am qualified." Tamas was silent for a long time and said hoarsely: "I was just a soldier who feeds horses. I do whatever they ask me to do, and I go wherever I ask me to go. I even taught me to read. I can't even write my own name now! I am worthy of commanding others? I am worthy of shouldering the lives of 480 soldiers. Bart Xialing is far more qualified to be the leader of this first battalion. Why is it me? Why? I don't understand."

The short Peter didn't know how to answer.

"But sometimes..." Tamas organized the language with difficulty: "What happened to us doesn't care what we think. I don't want to defeat the battle, but we lost in the wasteland. I just want to save money to buy a piece of land and live a peaceful life, but now I'm sitting here... Do you understand? Peter? How we think doesn't matter - it should be said that it doesn't matter! What's important is how we choose and what we do."

The short Peter nodded in a daze.

"You have been on the battlefield, charged in the most dangerous places, and made many contributions. The soldiers respect you. When you were in charge of a company alone, you also completed the assigned responsibilities." Tamas picked up the quill again:

"Whether you are brave or cowardly, capable or lucky, given your resume, Your Excellency Baomin believes that you can temporarily act as the company commander of the first company. In the future, based on your performance, you will decide whether you can get a formal appointment. So - congratulations, Company Commander Bunier."

Tamas lowered his head and continued to check the supply order: "Now, go back to your company."

"yes."
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