"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."
"What's the matter?" He was a little scared: "Sir."
"I will talk to high-level commanders from now on, I mean relatively unfamiliar commanders."
I smiled and said: "When you say goodbye, you should face the commander and step back, and take more than five steps away before turning around. Remember?"
"Remember, sir." He said: "But... why is it like this?"
"Bold!" a guard shouted loudly: "Just do what I tell you!"
I glanced at the cursing Konoe and was so frightened that he shut up immediately.
"That's right, because the action of turning around is too deceptive, many assassins use turning around as a cover to launch assassinations." I explained to the soldier: "So you have to retreat far enough before turning around, or don't get close to high-level people.
Sir, otherwise you will be in danger, do you understand?"
"Sir, this... this is so complicated." He answered me with a sad face: "I may not be able to remember..."
"Forget it, go back!" I patted his shoulder: "It's okay."
I watched the tortured soldier holding his quilt, bending over and retreating step by step. Finally, with a "kuang" sound, he was tripped by the rope on the ground and fell to his feet.
"Go back to the tent!" I said to the guards: "Go and call the logistics leader!"
The leader of the logistics team is a short, middle-aged human, and a bit fat. He is a small civil servant who has worked with his father for many years. When I was building the city in darkness, I found that he was really good at managing logistics, so I brought him here.
When he came outside the tent, my brothers and I all started discussing.
"Commander of Logistics, why did you come here!" Haiert said loudly, "We have been waiting for you for a long time."
"I'm sorry, everyone." The head of the logistics team smiled naively: "I guess the superiors wanted to check something, so I went to get the account books."
"You are in charge of logistics, I won't say much else." I said: "Now, how many supplies do we still have in the warehouse? Is it enough?"
"Sir, the supplies in stock are definitely not enough." The head of the logistics regiment said, "We just finished counting this afternoon. With this amount of supplies, we can maintain the normal consumption of at most three regiments."
"Where are the things allocated to us by the military?" Moya asked, "Where have they gone?"
"Sir, the items allocated to us by the military are all listed in the accounts." The head of the logistics regiment said with a grimace: "But I can't find it in the warehouse, and I don't know where the items have gone..."
"Don't say that now." I stopped the spread of pessimism: "Commander of the Logistics Corps, I want you to immediately calculate all the supplies needed to maintain the normal operation of the Ninth Army. How much is on hand and how much is missing? Details
point."
"Yes, sir." The logistics leader nodded and said, "I will give you the detailed report at noon tomorrow."
"Jack, the Military Justice Department will immediately draft a military law and publish it tomorrow morning."
I thought for a while: "Military laws should be simple and clear. Overly complicated regulations will make soldiers confused... Take your time and announce the five most important ones first."
"Yes!"
"Moya, your and Haiert's mission remains the same." I said, "Okay, leave the other things to me, and go back to sleep!"
In the early morning, a very bad bugle sound woke me up.
I rolled out of bed. There were drums and bugles in the camp, which made me very uncomfortable.
I grabbed the towel from the guard's hand and rubbed my dry eyes while listening to the duty officer's report.
"Sir, the regiments are lining up on the playground. They will be fine in a moment." The officer on duty stood straight beside me: "According to the plan, you will go to the second regiment at noon today, the third regiment in the afternoon, and in the evening...
"
"I won't go to the Second Wing at noon. I have other plans." I said, "Where did the brass horn come from? Who is playing it?"
"Oh, I know this." The officer on duty said, "The copper horn was sent from the logistics regiment. I found one in the warehouse and said it was used for drumming by the commander's tent, but no one was there.
I knew how to play the brass horn, so I found someone who used to play the horn..."
"Is this okay?" I threw down the towel and walked out: "I'd better ask him to play the horn, it's so damn ugly."
"yes!"
I walked all the way to the viewing platform and watched each team enter the playground. The assembly of a large army of more than 70,000 people is no small matter. As for the basic combat effectiveness of an army, a discerning person can tell from the time and state of their assembly.
You can get a rough idea.
The brothers all stood at their respective posts and used gestures to direct the entry sequence of their subordinates.
The soldiers of the law enforcement regiment ran forward and backward, using the small flags in their hands to mark the specific position of each regiment.
It can be seen that this is another method that Jack came up with.
After working for almost half an hour, the two regiments of the legion, totaling twenty field regiments, were assembled. My first regiment will not participate today because these ten regiments do not have enough personnel, and they still have a lot to do today.
A dozen magicians began to release magic, preparing to send the sounds on the viewing platform clearly to the ears of every soldier.
The officer on duty walked to the stage and shouted: "All soldiers, stand at attention!"
His voice spread to every corner of the playground, and there was a "whoosh" sound of stamping feet on the playground.
The rules of the coalition forces are really weird. They have to stamp their right foot when standing at attention, but most of these soldiers know the three commands of "stand at attention", "disband" and "charge me".
"Report to the supreme commander of the legion!" The officer on duty saluted me: "All soldiers of the second and third regiments have been assembled!"
"Got it!" I returned the salute: "Get off!"
"Soldiers of the Ninth Legion!" I said: "We met two days ago, but it was not official. So, I stand here today for you to see. Look carefully! Look clearly! Keep it in your heart.
!”
I casually took off my helmet and threw it to the adjutant aside, letting my black hair shine in the rising sun.
"Maybe you don't know what kind of person I am." I said, "It doesn't matter, you don't have to ask, I will tell you now!"
"I - Cohen Keda! Governor of the Dark Province of the Sbia Empire, hereditary nobleman, divine knight! I am only seventeen years old, and the fiefdom is too big for me to manage, and there are so many titles and medals that I can't hold them... So,
Why would such an outstanding person like me come to be your commander?" I said: "It's not because you are obedient, nor because the Ninth Legion has been given any noble mission, but because you - have no future."
"Like I said, I am an excellent person, and I came to command you because I was framed."
"It's just that!" I smiled slightly: "Since I was a child, there have been many people who want to frame me, but young master, I am still alive and well."
"I don't want to make any big claims to you. You should also know what this legion is used for. The slave legion, no one has any hope for you - now it's us."
"In the eyes of the Divine Alliance, we have only one use - death. Use our bodies to pave the way for other legions to advance, and use our blood to decorate the glory of other legions' victory!" I laughed: "It seems that the first
The Ninth Army Corps has no chance of survival. Then, answer me loudly! Do you want to die or live?"
Tens of thousands of people shouted: "Live!"
"If you want to survive, you have to obey me! Did you see those officers a few days ago? I'm going to f*ck the temple's subordinates. Anyone who doesn't listen to me will die!" I said fiercely: "As long as you listen to me,
Follow my orders and you'll still have a chance to survive! Do you hear me?"
"yes!"
"I don't care what you were like before, as long as you follow me, you must satisfy me! You must follow the commander's instructions to train your combat capabilities. As for other things, I will take care of it!" I said solemnly: "From now on, until the war between gods and demons is over,
, we will all be together!”
"yes!"
"I don't have many rules, so I won't let you remember them until you are dizzy." I pointed at Jack: "This is your military judge. He will declare military law now. If you don't violate military law, you can say anything; if you violate military law, you will give it to me.
Report to the Military Justice Department!"
"yes!"
"I am a military judge." Jack stood up: "Now we declare military law, and everyone in the Ninth Legion must abide by it!"
The five military laws announced by Jack are very simple. They are to obey the orders of the superiors, not to be lazy in training, not to retreat when encountering the enemy, not to leave the team without authorization, and not to harass the residents.
"These are the five military laws. Whoever violates them will have the same consequences!" Jack finally said: "Chief Cohen Keda has the power of pardon!"
After Jack finished speaking, I nodded to the duty officer.
"Attention, officers of all regiments..." the duty officer shouted the command: "In order - exit the playground!" (To be continued)