"You guys sit down." After entering the tent, I greeted several brothers and Carlos: "Have you been busy these days?"

"It's a bit busy, but it's not bad." Jack sat down with a smile: "Especially now that I have finished the things, I feel very relaxed!"

Everyone laughed.

"But, sir, there's something I don't understand." Carlos said: "Why did you return York Ball to the priest? Is it because he is the nephew of the priest?"

"It can't be that simple. It doesn't really matter whether York Power is the priest's nephew or not."

I sighed: "The problem is that I have to give these adults some face. They came here eagerly, but after a few words from you, they left scratching their noses... Where do you put their faces?"

"

"But there's no need to return the highest-ranking military officer to them!" Moya said, "That guy is a bad guy."

"My captain! Replacing a brigadier general with a secretary is a gain for us."

I chuckled: "Our most fundamental purpose is to control the Ninth Army Corps. We kill some officers to establish our prestige in front of the soldiers. It doesn't matter if we kill one or two less."

"So that's what you think about! I understand." Carlos nodded: "But I have been an officer for so long and have served in many legions. With all due respect, this is the first time that I have seen an officer with such bad military discipline.

See."

"What kind of officers are they? They are just here to gain qualifications." Haiert said bitterly: "They usually show off, but they will definitely find an excuse to transfer them before the war begins!"

"Yes, but this is only part of the reason." I smiled and said to everyone: "Having said that, I will tell you the complete reasons for the corruption of military discipline among these officers, so that everyone can avoid it in the future."

"The most important reason is that the officers sent by the temple believe that it is not their own reputation that has been ruined. Their crimes are all on the Ninth Legion. Anyway, we unlucky guys will take over when the time comes." I said: "And all of them.

Everyone thinks that the Ninth Legion will never come back this time. After the war between gods and demons, the Ninth Legion may be dead from top to bottom, and even the number will be gone. What else do they have to worry about?"

"Are we really in danger?"

"Of course it's dangerous. The Ninth Army is like this now. It doesn't need the enemy to fight, and it will collapse before it reaches the front line." I smiled bitterly: "If we hurry up and train the soldiers well, maybe we can still be saved."

"No way!" Haiert was shocked: "Is it so serious?"

"yes."

"Then how should we train soldiers?" Haiert said: "I think these soldiers are obedient..."

"Obey? That's a lie!" I said decisively: "Slave soldiers - ha! They are more difficult to deal with than officers!"

The brothers were stunned and didn't understand why I said this.

"It's very simple. What are the slave soldiers used for?" I said word by word: "They are used to be the scapegoat of the entire coalition army. What do you think these slaves are thinking?"

The four guys started shaking their heads.

"No one takes them seriously anyway. They will die no matter what. The soldiers certainly have no loyalty at all." I said: "I can guarantee that once the enemy surrenders on the battlefield, the Ninth Army will immediately run away.

Not a single soldier."

"What should we do?"

"Incentives." I chuckled: "We want them to see that we are different from others, and make them feel that following us is the only way to survive. In this case, we can still give it a try!"

"But we have no money!" Jie said with a stern face: "What can we do to lure them?"

I asked Jack: "What is the slave most interested in?"

"I know!" Moya answered me loudly: "Freedom!"

I shook my head.

"Those who want freedom are high-level slaves, the kind with good taste." I said to Moya: "But if you look at our slave soldiers, they don't need any freedom. Their hearts are completely numb.

"

This time it was Moya's turn to shake his head: "I don't understand."

"That is to say, the current slave soldiers in our legion only need what they need to survive." I explained to them carefully: "If we give them freedom now, they will be panicked and unable to survive.

.”

"No?" Moya scratched his head and said, "How is this possible?"

"It's funny, isn't it? But that's the fact." I said: "For these soldiers, we need to take our time. On the one hand, we must give them strong orders, but on the other hand, we must gradually change their lives... and transform them from inside to outside.

A little change in the outside world can awaken the desire in their hearts."

"Well, boss." Moya said, "You'd better just tell us how to do it. I can't figure it out."

"To be more specific, comprehensive training will begin tomorrow." I sighed: "You must find out the soldiers' situation in the shortest possible time, and leave the rest to me!"

"yes!"

"That's it!" I picked up the water glass on the table and drank it in one gulp: "Tomorrow morning, the second and third regiments will gather in the playground and listen to my speech!"

After the brothers left, I sat in the tent and thought hard until night.

Yes! Even the brothers who are close to me cannot understand my thoughts. How can I teach these soldiers well? They belong to different races, come from the lowest level of society, have all kinds of bad habits, and their mentality is even worse.

Changing... and the previous officers have polluted their consciousness. It is indeed very difficult for them to change!

Although I had experience in managing soldiers in my previous life, those soldiers were more or less educated and could reason with them! Although gangsters are from the lower social strata, power and money can suppress them.

However, slaves are different from them. These guys seem to be obedient but lazy in their work. Don't look at their lifeless appearance now. They can sell me for a pound as soon as I go to the battlefield... If the method is tougher, they will hate me;

Be a little softer on them, or their inherent wariness will think that I am playing a conspiracy.

Only by winning the hearts of the people can we achieve success!

Annoying! So damn annoying!

I decided not to think about these troublesome things and went outside the tent to relax.

In the night sky, stars appear one after another. They shine against the dark sky, and a few thin clouds float over to cover up the moonlight. The breeze carries the breath of early spring, carrying the slightest fragrance of the air.

Makes me feel cool and comfortable.

I walked slowly around the road in the camp, with a few guards following me. They had been following me since the Dark City was built, and this was the first time they saw me looking extremely troubled.

Why am I not? If Fichet is by my side now, we should still be able to discuss and come up with a solution.

"Damn it, why are you thinking about this now? Fichet is now the dispatching officer, so he must be having trouble with it too." I shook my head, dismissed this tempting idea, and sat casually on a big rock by the side of the road, listening to what was going on in the camp.

Various sounds.

There were not many sounds in the camp. The soldiers were already getting ready for bed. Occasionally, there would be one or two noises.

My dizzy head felt better, and I was about to go back to the tent, when I saw a soldier standing in the shadows far away.

"Come here." I waved to him and said, "Why don't you go to bed?"

"Well - I think - that..." He lowered his head and said to me: "Sir, I want to wait until you leave before going to bed."

"Oh? Why?" I was a little strange: "Why do you have to wait until I leave before going to bed?"

The soldier scratched his head uneasily: "I..."

"Answer your words, sir!" A guard walked over and seemed to want to flatter him.

"Say it! I won't punish you." I grabbed Konoe and said, "You can say anything."

"Yes, sir." The soldier whispered, "Under the rock you are sitting on - there is my quilt."

"Quilt!" I looked at the stone, and I couldn't imagine that there was room under it to put a quilt without anyone noticing.

"Show it to me." I said, "Take it out now."

The seemingly thin soldier bent down, lifted the stone with one hand, and took out a small bag from underneath.

"Is this your quilt?" I looked at the dirty rags in his hands: "How can this be covered?"

Even though it was night, I could still see that this dark thing was supposed to be white.

In fact, it doesn't look like a quilt in terms of length, width or thickness, not to mention there are so many holes on it.

"It's a quilt, sir, look at it." The soldier gestured to show me the quilt. The poor guy could only cover half of his body with cloth: "It gets cold here when I sleep, so just covering here is enough."

The soldier said this with a satisfied look... but I felt a little sour in my heart.

"Then why did you put it under the stone?" I took the soldier's hand and sat down: "Tell me, besides your quilt, what other treasures do you have?"

"The commander just gathered us together to talk about things, and then we had to eat. I was afraid that someone would steal it while I was away, so I put it under a stone." The soldier said: "I only have this treasure, I don't have anything else.

.”

"You mean, even a quilt like this will be stolen?" I looked at the things in his hands, and I couldn't believe it.

"Sir, of course you won't like this thing." The soldier said, "But we - only a few people in our entire team have this kind of thing."

"How many people?" I was shocked: "How many people are in your team?"

"More than ninety people, sir." The soldier was startled by my excitement: "I have a quilt, a few humans have shoes, and one winged man has half a pair of socks..."

"I understand." I nodded and said, "It's late, you can go back to sleep!"

"Okay, sir, I'm leaving then." The soldier gave me a very non-standard military salute and turned to leave.

He was obviously a newly captured slave and did not know that turning his back within a step of his commander was a capital offense.

"Wait a minute." I caught his body turning to the right: "There's something you need to pay attention to."
To be continued...