"Hey! Look, sir." The head of the logistics team pointed to the front and said, "It's really busy!"
"Of course." I said with a smile, "This is the only way for materials to be transported to the front line."
This is a trade road two hundred miles away from the Ninth Army camp. A large amount of supplies from the rear are constantly passing through here every day. The war will start in more than half a year, and there are more than a dozen base cities on the front line.
Here, countless warehouses are waiting to be filled with these materials.
Although fighting involves all aspects, fundamentally speaking, it is just about spending a lot of money. Whoever has more money will have the last laugh.
A group of about ten of us were standing on a hillside by the roadside.
"Report, sir." An officer from the reconnaissance group ran over, "The target convoy is almost here."
"How many vehicles?" I asked him. "Have you checked the materials transported?"
"Sir, there are more than three hundred vehicles in total." The officer handed over a list. "Last night, we tried our best to check every vehicle. This is the list."
"Reporting information to the commander must be detailed. What do you mean more than 300 vehicles? What do you mean almost arriving! Go check again!" I handed the list to the head of the logistics group and said to the officer, "After you return to the camp, every day from now on
If you go to the Military Justice Department, you will receive ten sticks!"
"yes!"
Jack on the other hand shook his head and sighed, "In the current camp, apart from the logistics group, the only one who has a lot of work is the Military Justice Department."
"Aren't you happy that business is coming to your door?" I glanced sideways at Jack, "The military judge is respected by everyone."
"Business is too good to be good! Boss, do you know? On the second day after the equipment was decentralized, 19,074 people in the entire legion were punished. The soldiers of the law enforcement regiment were busy all night and interrupted
Dozens of sticks." Jack said with a wry smile, "It's not a good thing to have everyone in awe. No one dares to talk to me anymore. If I smile at anyone, he will immediately turn pale."
"How many people are beaten every day now because they don't take good care of their equipment?" I ignored Jack's complaint, "Is the situation getting better?"
"It's much better." Jack said, "There are still almost a hundred people every day, and the number continues to decrease."
I nodded and said, "Not bad, we have to get rid of the soldiers' bad habits one by one."
While we were chatting, the officer of the reconnaissance group came again to report the situation of the target convoy. Not long after, a medium-sized transport convoy appeared in our sight.
"The old way." I said to a Guards officer next to me, "Go and ask their officers to come see me."
"Yes!" The Guards officer got on his horse and rushed towards the transport team. Although he was only one person and one rider, he was still very powerful.
Hearing that the Divine Blessing Knight had summoned him, a major officer from the transport team happily followed him.
"This officer is the escort captain of the 37th Transportation Team of the Allied Military Supplies Department!" He jumped off his horse and stood up, "On behalf of the entire transportation team, I would like to say hello to the Divine Blessing Knight!"
"May the God of Light bless you." I said with a smile, "Mr. Major, I want you to do a favor."
"Sir, please tell me." The major puffed up his chest, "As long as the subordinate officer can do it, I will definitely do it."
My logistics leader walked up to him and handed him a piece of paper, "Your Excellency needs these things."
After looking at the words on the list, the major's body shook, "This... this... Sir, the amount you want is too large, and there is nothing I can do about it!"
"Well, I won't make it difficult for you." I said, "I'll take it myself and write you an IOU."
"Sir! It is your duty to protect the transportation team." The major officer shouted, "Please forgive me for not being able to agree to you!"
"Let's get started." I said to the people around me, "it's getting late."
Without allowing the major to react, the two guards tied up his uniform and threw it aside.
"Wu-wu..."
A soldier blew the horn in his hand, and the deep and long sound echoed in the field.
In the fields on both sides of the trade road, as if awakened by the sound of horns, groups of soldiers stood up. They took off their camouflage grass and vine leaves, drew their weapons and approached the transport team in attack formation. This is the ninth legion.
The three Guards regiments were the first to receive formal training. Under the leadership of their commanders, they have been lying here since last night.
In fact, I can also use other methods to get the supplies I want, but how could I let go of such a training opportunity? More than 7,000 people have not eaten, drank or spoken since they entered the ambush until just now, and no one has discovered it.
, it seems that the training effect is quite good.
This is the rear, and there are not many soldiers protecting the transport team. Who has seen such a formation?
Groups of soldiers wearing standard coalition uniforms approached. They saw the cold eyes of the soldiers and the sharp weapons in their hands... The people in the transport team panicked. They gestured with their weapons and jumped up and down one by one, looking left and right, hoping.
I have a commander who can make decisions, but their top commander is still with me!
"Put down your weapons! Otherwise we will kill you!" When the two sides were close enough to see each other's faces clearly, a shout sounded like a thunderbolt from the blue, "We are the Ninth Legion!"
This voice was yelled by an orc officer. He turned out to be just an ordinary soldier under Helter. Because his voice was loud and not hoarse, Helter asked him to shout commands in the camp. Unexpectedly, this guy's voice became louder and louder.
, so big that it can scare people to death, and even used his loud voice to knock out many monsters during the battle at the Altar of the Pota Empire. I thought this kind of talent was really rare, so I made him an officer.
Obviously, the soldiers of the transport team cannot be compared with the Warcraft. Dozens of them dropped their weapons on the spot. What's more, several guys who were relatively close were carried to the ground.
Under the strong threat of force, the soldiers of the transport team laid down their weapons.
The officer of the logistics regiment appeared beside the carriage with a list in his hand, instructing the soldiers to gather the needed things and take them away. The whole scene was well organized and in good order. The last time he visited the munitions warehouse, the Military Justice Department executed more than a dozen private collectors on the spot.
Item soldier, this has never happened since.
Every soldier of the Ninth Legion was told that those who violated military laws would be punished. The officers explained the meaning of each military law to them. Unlike the soldiers of other legions, they only knew that they could not violate military laws and regulations.
, but I don’t know why. The current good discipline of the Ninth Corps is largely due to the interpretation of military law by officers at all levels.
"Sir! You can't do this! Sir..." Seeing the supplies being moved to our carriage, the escort captain's face turned green, "Sir Luman will skin me..."
"No, I will give you an IOU right now." I took out a written note and stuffed it into his pocket, "When you go back, tell the Quartermaster that due to his delay, the Divine Blessing Knight borrowed the supplies.
Got it!"
The head of the logistics team ran over and told me that the supplies had been packed.
"Let's go!" I got on the horse, "Go back to camp!"
Of course I know that my behavior is very bad and will cause the coalition military headquarters to classify me as a pest. But they don't have a good impression of the Ninth Legion in the first place, so doing this will only deepen their disgust.
Besides disgust, what else can they do to me, the blessed knight?
In fact, it is not that the military or the munitions department deducted our supplies. As a slave army, our only mission is to die on the battlefield. What supplies do people who are already destined to die need? In addition to the small amount of food and military supplies for subsistence,
We are not included in the ministry's supply plan at all.
First use the slave legion to consume the enemy, and then use the main battle legion to fight decisively. This is a cheap and effective method that is very popular in wars.
However, as a divine coalition, we cannot directly refer to such legions as "slave legions" like the demon coalition. We also set up a number for each legion and assign officers to it, which makes it convenient for me to do this.
Since we are a legion with a number and organization, we should get supplies. If you don’t give them to me, we will cause trouble. After the trouble, you have to give me the same amount of supplies! Don’t give them? If you don’t give them to me, we will make trouble again!
It was unfortunate for the Ministry of Munitions or Left Chancellor Rumain that I became the commander of the Ninth Legion. What was even more unfortunate was that I also had the title of Knight of Divine Blessing.
When the temple selected the commander, it is possible that I had not been awarded the title of Divine Blessing Knight, but it was this title that I did not expect, which changed everything, and made the left prime minister who wanted to get rid of me, the current quartermaster.
You shot yourself in the foot. Without this title, I might not have dared to be so bold. I don't have the energy to care about the struggle between forces behind this title. All I have to do is survive the war between gods and demons.
As long as there are sufficient supplies, the slaves who think they are destined to die can believe my words, and the soldiers of the Ninth Legion can cheer up and train for combat. And these people who have been struggling on the edge of life and death must have a tenacity of vitality that is beyond ordinary people.
Imagine.
After letting my men transport the supplies back to the camp, Jack and I went to the newly opened training ground.
Although there are large fields around the camp, they are not suitable for use as a training ground. Since it is training, you have to find a location with prominent landform features.
The newly established intelligence system was of great help. When I went to Paradise Island, Mafa was directing his intelligence system in the Dark City. So far, although his intelligence personnel have not completely covered the dividing line between gods and demons, they have
I figured out the terrain there and made a detailed map.
It was with the help of these maps that I found the current training ground. There are rivers, valleys, plains and dense forests in the training ground, and the most rare thing is that there are many ruins of small towns. After writing to the chief dispatcher of the Pota Empire, I
Two regiments stationed in this area.
Although the soldiers of the Ninth Corps have never received training, their physical condition is quite good, and the training plan formulated by the Corps Staff is very targeted, so I am not worried about running out of time.
Without the hindrance of physical fitness, the second and third regiments directly started regular field training.
Because the officers are all veterans of the Dark Army, the training is exactly the same as the Dark Army. Single training is conducted every morning, which is nothing more than stabbing, spearing, slashing, and moving. The confrontation training in the afternoon is the highlight. The soldiers
Divided into two groups, from two people to a ten-man squad to a hundred-man brigade, the entire battalion and regiment of soldiers mingle together on the training ground. The winner will not only be praised by the commander, but also eat a much larger piece of bread than usual at night.
First, they fought on the flat ground with bare hands, because the equipment group was making weapons for training, and the logistics group was also stepping up training of manpower.
When these conditions matured, they began to take up weapons and fight on the rugged mountains and dense jungles... The weapons were trained not to hurt people easily, and the soldiers of the logistics regiment began to provide them with
Logistics support.
In the evening, the officers gave tactical explanations. The soldiers who had been locked in tents all night a few days ago began to sit under the lamp and listen to their officers pointing out the problems in the day's training one by one. If there was something they didn't understand, they could ask questions, because in
At this time, the officers were very patient.
The soldiers didn't know that their commanders had asked their commanders these questions when they were soldiers.
At this time, you can find some soldiers who are inquisitive, have good psychological quality, and are prestigious among their peers. They will often be sent to the training group with a letter of recommendation from their commanders, and these people will be trained by me personally.
The first batch of soldiers who reported to the training group were very scared. They didn't know what the training group was about. They thought they were being punished for bumping into their superiors. Some of them actually said goodbye to their friends before coming to the training group.
When I went there for the first time, I found that the whole regiment was shrouded in misery. After repeated inquiries, I learned that it made me and a lot of officers burst into tears. However, I did not explain it to the soldiers at the time. It was good to let them worry for a few more days.
By today, the training group should be full!
"You go to the training regiment." After entering the training ground, I asked a Guards officer to go first, "Tell them to assemble the whole regiment, I will be there soon!"
"yes!"
"Sir, aren't you going to look elsewhere?" Jack on the side asked me, "The Second Regiment is facing off against six field regiments today!"
"I won't go there today." I said, "Helt should be allowed to manage it by himself. It would be bad if I go too much."
"Why?" Jack asked.
I smiled and said, "An army is like a person, it should have its own combat style. Although the development of style is multi-faceted, the commander's factor plays a very important role in it. Haiert and
My personality is different. Of course he will ask me about everything when I go there. The two completely different command styles will make it difficult for the soldiers to understand and adapt. Do you understand what I say?"
"I understand!" Jack nodded, "I really want to see the combat style of the Third Regiment earlier!"
"It's almost time." I said, "By next month, we will be able to compete between the two wings!"
As we talked, we arrived at the training camp. The entire training group, more than two thousand people, was waiting for us in the open space in front of the regiment headquarters.
I didn't dismount and went directly to the front of the queue.
"Stand at attention!" the star officer on duty shouted, "Hello, sir!"
"Hello, sir!"
"I know you are worried about your own life, and I will tell you now that your destiny is closely related to one thing." I took out a small "V" shaped red cloth strip from my arms, "This is it.
"
"This little thing is the symbol of a non-commissioned officer, and it is the purpose of your coming here! What is a non-commissioned officer? A non-commissioned officer is a soldier who is smaller than an officer and larger than a soldier!" I said, "If you take another step forward in the position of non-commissioned officer, you will
Become a real officer! Do you understand?"
"clear!"
When they heard about such a good thing, their answer was much louder than the greeting they just said.
"I have prepared two thousand such symbols for you!" I continued, "As long as you train seriously and meet my requirements, you can sew them on the arms of your military uniforms! Go and serve as squad leader!"
There has never been such a thing. Slave soldiers can become officers, and they are truly officers who can manage soldiers! Of course, they still don’t know that non-commissioned officers are not officers, but they are better than ordinary soldiers!
Looking at the eyes of the soldiers, some of them still couldn't believe this was true, so I called a Guards officer.
"Speak loudly and tell me your age, your race," I said to the officer, "and how you became an officer!"
"Yes!" The officer turned to face the soldiers, "Sand people, joined the army of the Dark Province at the age of twenty-six. Ordinary soldiers, because of their outstanding performance in battle, they entered the Governor's Guards. After completing training years ago, they were promoted to second lieutenant officers!"
"You all heard it clearly! All my officers are promoted from ordinary soldiers." I said, "There are no natural officers in this world, only natural idiots! Are there any idiots here?"
"No!" Obviously, no one wants to say that he is a fool, even slaves.
"Now, the Second Regiment is preparing for a large-scale confrontation training. I want you to watch carefully." I saw that the time was almost up, so I gave the first order, "Write down everything you saw! At night
it works!"
"yes!"
The second regiment's training today is a field battle on the plains, and both sides are now lining up to prepare.
The instructors of the training group were carefully selected by me. They erected dozens of wooden boards among the soldiers, drew battlefield maps on them, and explained the meanings of the various patterns one by one.
A horn sounded, and the confrontation of the second wing began!
"Look carefully." I stood in front and explained to them, "No matter how big the scale of the battle is, apart from the trebuchets and magic attacks, until the deadlock is broken, only the soldiers on the front line are fighting."
"And if one side cannot hold on at this time, the other side will break through the defense line and fall into a passive situation of internal and external fighting. If the remedy is not timely, the other side will seize the advantage and be divided and surrounded." I pointed to the battle line and said, "
After being surrounded, the various units lost contact, orders could no longer be conveyed in time, and soldiers could not be mobilized freely, so they fell into a bitter battle..."
For non-commissioned officers, what is needed is not only combat skills, but also the ability to understand the superiors' intentions and stable psychological quality. In a battle involving thousands of people, the psychological quality of the troops is the most important. The defeated side is the first to collapse.
What is lost is often not the battle line, but the psychology. A smart commander will first start with the enemy's psychology, and will not be stupid enough to fight with the opponent's troops to the death.
The soldiers are very serious. Their eyes are wide open and their ears are straight, for fear of missing a detail. Although they still need to go a longer way to achieve something, who dares to say that among these guys, they are the most serious.
There is no chance for a few generals or even marshals to appear?
In addition to giving them on-site explanations, I also have to analyze various battle cases for them at night. At the same time, I also need to manage the entire legion... I am so busy!
It wasn't until the training regiment sent away the first batch of qualified non-commissioned officers that I breathed a sigh of relief and could focus on other things.
This batch of more than 2,000 freshly trained non-commissioned officers brought unparalleled impact to the Ninth Army. When the soldiers saw their former companions returning in high spirits, not only did they not lack anything, they also had more on their arms.
A bright red sign. Although he is not wearing an officer's uniform, he is already taking care of things like a dog!
It is true that human nature is inherently base. Inferiority and arrogance are particularly prominent in slaves. In the past, soldiers never dared to think that they could change their status, but they saw their companions who were slaves like themselves.
After success, everyone immediately thought that they could do just as well, or even better! They began to compete with their peers with red eyes, and tried their best to express themselves on various occasions, so much so that for a period of time, there were fights in the legion.
The number of people increased sharply, and the business of the Military Law Office was booming again.
I don't have time to care about these things. I have to go through my head every day to get supplies. After successfully "borrowing" things from the transportation team several times, the Ministry of Munitions has ordered that all transportation teams should not come within five hundred miles of the Ninth Army.
, and for the Ninth Legion, which lacks horses, the distance of five hundred miles is the limit of troop mobility, and the distance further is called marching.
Fortunately, we have almost enough supplies at this time. Now the one complaining is the equipment captain, because he has no weapons and armor at all.
As soon as he complained, the troops stationed around the Ninth Army were in bad luck. Whether they were passing by or stationed for a long time, as long as they were less than 30,000 troops, no one could escape the fate of being robbed by the Ninth Army. They were often robbed by the Ninth Army.
When I woke up, there were already soldiers of the Ninth Legion standing next to me. As soon as I made a gesture with the knife, it was called Tuo Tuo Tuo. If I hesitated for a moment, I would be slapped and fisted...
Not to mention humans, even if an ant wants to pass by the Ninth Legion, it will have one of its hind legs ripped off... (To be continued)