I stepped on the crunching snow and walked slowly from one end of the queue to the other. I knew I tilted my head and looked at people in a dazed way, but... I did it on purpose.
"It is undeniable that you are good soldiers, far better than ordinary soldiers!" I said loudly, "But where are you now? You are in the Guards Regiment! Here, ordinary level of excellence is far from enough!"
"I believe you all already know that His Highness Fichet and I are already divine knights!" I started walking back from the other end of the queue, "To be precise, even I don't know how I, the god, will behave in the coming days.
You Knight will do something. But I know one thing, simple things are not my turn!"
"So, even though you can slap ten ordinary soldiers..." I gave the soldier who answered the question a slap, of course not very hard, "you are still unqualified!"
"Yes!" He straightened his body and answered me.
"Do you feel wronged?" I asked him.
"No sir!" he said.
I slapped him again, this time harder, "Tell the truth!"
"A little! Sir!"
"It's wronged... I feel wronged too! I have to go to the battlefield before I am seventeen years old!" I shouted to the entire queue, "You all listen to me, starting from today! In order to save your lives, you bastards are the most
It’s better to give me more training, including martial arts, magic, and brain training!”
"If there is still someone who fails to pass the test on the day we return to the Holy City, I will kick him out of the Guards and let him eat shit!" I said, "Gelt!"
"Yes! Sir!" Haiert snapped and stood at attention.
"Divide the Guards into three squads! You and Moya Jack will each be in charge of one squad." I said to him, "Divide now!"
"Yes, sir!"
While they were separated, I walked back to Fichet and asked his opinion.
"I don't have any opinions." Fichet smiled, "I have a lot of thoughts."
"Is there any difference?" I was stunned for a moment, "No matter what it is, let's hear it!"
"Actually speaking, Amaterasu is the real gangster, right?" Fischette said, "But from what I see...the gangster tone you use when speaking to your subordinates, none of the hundred Amaterasu can compare to you.
"
"What do you mean?" I smiled, "It's a small matter. Soldiers are rough guys. If you want them to like you, you have to show that you are similar to them. If I stand up and it makes sense, then first of all
There is a gap between me and the soldiers. I still can't let the soldiers understand me deeply. I can only accommodate them in terms of language."
"Have you ever thought about it, although you can gain the recognition of the soldiers by doing this now," Fischette said with concern, "but in the long run... it may lead to a lack of military discipline."
"Don't worry, I have a way to solve it!" I said, "But the time is not right now, and there is only one person left."
"One person is missing?" Fichet asked, "Who is missing?"
"One less... haha." I smiled, "Compared to me, this man is at two extremes. The most important thing is that he has his own ideas and is paranoid! In addition, he must be very knowledgeable and meticulous in his work.
, and you dare to contradict me!"
"Then you give him a position that can restrain all the soldiers, and ask him to come forward to repair those soldiers who go out of their way. When the soldiers come to you for help, you pretend to be helpless, and when pressed, you will quarrel with them. The consequences are
The soldiers are miserable, but they have obeyed the rules and think you are a good commander." Fichet nodded and said, "Is that so?"
"Yes! And I have to let him help me complete all this unintentionally." I said, "I can't let him know it himself."
"It's hard to find people like this." Fichet shook his head.
"So you have to pay attention now." I spread my hands, "otherwise it will be miserable in the future!"
"You'd better pay attention now." Fichet raised his head towards the queue, "Go and see how they divided it up?"
I walked back to the queue and looked at the three teams I had just divided.
Haiert stood in front of his team with a proud look on his face. His team gathered the most powerful soldiers and magicians. In comparison, the two teams of Moya and Jack were weaker in combat power. I couldn't help but feel...
Shake his head.
When is this guy Geert going to change his character?
I waved to the three of them to come over.
"Now, you divide them up again." I said, "After you are divided, I will assign a commander to each team."
There was a lot of excitement, because he didn't know which team belonged to him. Helter tried his best to distribute the strength of the three teams evenly, which made Fichet and I almost laugh out loud.
"Okay! Starting from tomorrow, one team will take turns every day, and the other two teams will train." I said to the three teams that were lined up. "The two training teams will be led by His Highness Fichet and me! Now, the commanders of each team
You can freely appoint junior officers, and you can also give your team a famous name!"
"yes!"
"Disband!"
All the soldiers gathered around their commanders with smiles. Some recommended themselves and some tried to please their commanders. Amidst the noise, the relationship was quite harmonious.
"What kind of soldiers do you want to train?" Fichet said to me. "It seems that you are very serious this time."
"Not a soldier, but a junior officer." I whispered to Fichet. "Now it is almost certain that I will lead the slave soldiers to the battlefield. What kind of troops will that bastard left prime minister give me? If I want to recruit a large number of slave soldiers from the dark army,
If you transfer officers, it will be dangerous in the dark! Only by turning the soldiers of the Guards into qualified middle- and lower-level officers will you not be in a hurry."
"That's fine." Fichet nodded, "One more is one."
"Okay! Brother." I smiled at Fichet, "Starting from tomorrow, we two have to work together to repair these unlucky guys!"
Early the next morning, there was a dark crowd of people standing outside the tent.
All three teams changed out of their bulky clothes, the soldiers wore armor, and the magicians also put on tight-fitting robes.
Each team has its own name. Helter named his team "Running Wolf", Jack named his team "Nighthawks", Moya thought about it all night but couldn't decide what to call it, and finally in the Philippines
With the help of Shete, he chose the name "Cangqiong".
On this day, Team Cang Qiong was responsible for duty rotation, and Team Running Wolf and Nighthawk participated in training.
I asked the Cang Qiong team to set off with the convoy first, while the other two teams stayed where they were.
"If you want to maintain combat effectiveness when fighting in an unfamiliar area, you must first adapt to the local environment!" Fichet and I are also wearing military uniforms. "Are you cold now?"
"Cold!" the soldiers roared.
"It's not cold!" said the magicians.
"The magician can resist the cold, of course it won't be cold!" I said, "Of course, you can ask the magician to bless you with magic, but the magic power of the magician is limited! If you start consuming magic power now, what will happen when you encounter a battle?
manage?"
"So, your first training goal is out!" I continued, "In a short period of time, warriors with magic foundation must master the intermediate cold resistance technique with the help of magicians! Those with weak magic foundation must master it.
Low-level cold resistance! I have other plans for warriors who cannot learn magic!"
"yes……"
"Of course, we don't require you to learn it today. That's unrealistic." Fichet said, "But for the sake of everyone's lives, you'd better master it as soon as possible!"
"Now!" I ordered loudly, "Soldiers who cannot use magic follow me! Soldiers who can learn magic stay where they are and are led by His Highness Fichet!"
I walked aside with more than fifty soldiers from two squads. Due to their race, these soldiers were born unable to master magic.
First, he taught them step by step how to warm up every part of their bodies in the severe cold weather, moving their stiff joints, tapping their shrunken muscles, and then running a few laps with them.
After everyone was sweating, I used myself as a sample to teach them how to prevent frostbite while wearing combat attire.
"If you want to avoid freezing to death, you need to pay attention to two things! First, you must create enough heat for yourself. There are different methods for different parts of the body... The other is to protect your own heat well, don't give a damn
It was blown away by the wind..."
I started from the reasons why a person feels cold, to the correct wearing of clothes and armor, the protection of important parts, the choice of food, the treatment of frostbite... Not only did I put everything I knew into their heads, but I also arranged
Several magicians stood by and wrote down my words verbatim.
Each of the three teams trained twice in six days. Under the strict supervision of Fichet and I, almost all the soldiers were able to withstand the severe cold in their own way. No matter how weak the soldiers with magic foundation were, they still had low-level resistance.
Cold magic, soldiers without magic know how to maintain body heat through appropriate activities and correct clothing, and they will also build a small snowdrift to hide themselves in it when standing guard...
With this foundation, we began the second phase of training - the rapid march.
The so-called rapid march does not mean that everyone runs away. That should be called running for one's life.
Since it is a march, no matter whether it is urgent or slow, there must be reconnaissance in front and protection behind, and all structures must not be disordered. During the rush, the formation must be kept in order. The soldiers must know where the commander is and must follow the commander's orders.
Communicate to every subordinate in the shortest possible time.
It's easy to say, but too difficult to do. In the training of the past few days, either the Wingman scouts were blown away by the strong wind, or the messengers got lost in the snow... There were even more extreme cases. One day
Helter's Wolf Runner team ran too fast, and lost contact with the Winged Scouts in the snow. The entire team accidentally ran into a large frozen lake, surrounded by wind and snow, and there was no reference point... to find them.
At that time, hundreds of people from the Running Wolf team were huddled together, not daring to move.
However, their morale was good, and they all kept singing military songs with purple lips.
After mutual cooperation and tacit understanding, single training becomes confrontation.
An area is planned first, and then one team sets off first. When the wind and snow completely cover the traces of their progress, the other team must find them within the specified time. Whether it is hiding or searching, there is no limit to the method.
At the beginning of this kind of training, almost everyone likes to play the role of hiding. Because hiding is easy! Just cover up the traces of your activities in the wind and snow, find a piece of snow, and dig dozens of holes into it.
One drill and done!
So, I personally led the team to follow up every day.
Teach the soldiers of the search team how to analyze the entire terrain, how to judge the opponent's general direction and speed based on the situation and weather, how to confirm key points, and how to search by area... Under my guidance, the situation of the search team began to improve.
When the hiding team began to complain, I turned to lead them.
Teach the hiding soldiers how to create suspicions, how to annihilate all traces left behind in a short period of time, how to use nature to disguise themselves, how to find gaps between the opponent's search areas...
After each team became familiar with these methods, I discovered a serious problem: if I continue to command weak teams back and forth like this... I will be exhausted, and these guys are still unwilling to use their own brains.
So I no longer led the team, but held a briefing meeting for all members after the training every day. At the meeting, the winning team introduced the methods used, and the losing team reviewed their mistakes and did not participate that day.
The training team just listened obediently.
Fischette and I will make on-the-spot reviews and appoint some soldiers with outstanding performance as temporary officers. If the teams of these temporary officers do not lose three rotations of training, they will be converted into regular officers.
This time the Guards regiment was destroyed. The Guards regiment was originally composed of the most outstanding warriors and magicians. Everyone was very arrogant. How could they tolerate others who were more outstanding than themselves? So everyone worked hard and racked their brains.
Those who are smart will pull down the temporary officers during the next training. Of course, those who have their collars removed will not be convinced...
This tactic of digging deep into the ground is too bad. Some of my Guards will hide in the snow on the trees, under the busy trade roads where cars and horses pass, and even hide in the thick ice...
No one would do stupid things like rummaging around with weapons. My soldiers would dig holes in the snow and listen to the noise in the distance. They could tell by looking at the marks on the ground what kind of race it was and when it was left behind. They could measure it with their fingers.
Just look at the snowflakes falling in the sky and you will know whether the snow in front of you has been processed...
Under the painstaking efforts of Fichet and I, the entire Guards regiment entered a state of severe competition! In training rotations, the soldiers often made tricks: the people who hid were so whimsical that even the most cunning fox could not catch up. Responsible for the search
He is even more shrewd and capable, even the most experienced hunter would feel inferior after seeing it...
Watching them grow day by day, I am no longer sure whether I can escape from them or pick them out from all kinds of incredible places in a short time... But in general, their learning ability exceeds
My guess is that this is a good thing.
The training was upgraded again. This time, the search team not only had to find the other party, but also was responsible for "eliminating" it. At the same time, the other party was allowed to launch a counterattack after evading the specified time. Later, the time was not set at all, and the counterattack could be completed after completing a task.
Fichet and I set up tasks at will. On the one hand, in order to conceal our true intentions, and on the other hand, we also wanted to train the soldiers' adaptability. Most of the tasks we set were weird. Or we could go to a nearby town at night.
Steal ten cows and show them to us before sending them back, or go somewhere and cut down a forest or something...
Of course, these missions will be informed to the search team, but they are mixed with three other fake missions.
The hiding team combined the various training results they had mastered in the past, used all kinds of deception and temptation, and tried their best to conceal their true intentions. Fortunately, after completing the mission, they launched a major counterattack. At this time, the search team was often dispersed.
The search team must learn to analyze the vague intelligence in their hands, and then use the clues they find to determine the true mission of the hiding team in a very short time. If the opponent's mission is not completed, they must immediately arrange an encirclement and annihilation plan. If the opponent's mission is completed, they must immediately arrange an encirclement and annihilation plan.
Contracting strength to protect oneself...
Fichet and I followed the two teams participating in the training. When they were in action, we recorded every tactic they made, and we would not tell them even if they made mistakes. Only after the training of this team was completed, we would record the tactics.
The mistakes they made were explained in detail one by one.
The three teams took turns to play, and each team had to play the role of a search team first, and then a hiding team. After that, a group of temporary officers were appointed through a meeting. Then the soldiers took turns, and the temporary officers took the time to meet, sum up their experiences, and formulate a tactical study map.
Prepare for the next training rotation.
As the terrain and climate gradually changed, the training time became longer and longer, ranging from half a day to one day, and the longest one was three days and three nights.
Compared with the progress of the Guards, this training also brought many negative effects. First of all, various strange incidents occurred one after another in the areas where the Guards passed, such as a certain lord's carriage being torn into pieces...
...Another example is that two lords of a certain country woke up at dawn and found themselves sleeping in each other's kitchen... Someone on a certain main trade road had built thousands of snowmen overnight... Although no one dared to tell these things
It was imposed on me, but local officials from various countries would always mention these things inadvertently when they came to see me, and from time to time they would ask, "Glorious Knight of Divine Blessing, Lord Cohen, will you leave my jurisdiction in the near future?"
Secondly, we lost a lot of time because of training. The journey that originally took less than two months is now almost up and we have only gone halfway. If we don't go back soon, we will be punished.
Finally, of course, there was the strong protest from the accompanying priests, protesting against my rude attitude from time to time, because I was not polite to a priest. I also protested against my carelessness, because I once left them in the wilderness for two days and ignored them...
On this day, Fichet, who realized the seriousness of the problem, came to the Sky Team to find me.
"Are you worried about this? It's easy to handle." I said, "The training of the three teams is almost complete, and they are familiar with the ice and snow terrain and semi-ice and snow terrain. Let's arrange the last training!"
"Still training?" Fichet shook his head, "Don't you think it would be better to go back to the darkness and train?"
"Listen to what I have to say!" I said, "We need this training just to return to darkness as soon as possible!"
"Okay." Fichet agreed after hearing my explanation, "But we have to make arrangements for the meeting tonight!"
On that day, I announced that the training was coming to an end and I would reward everyone in the evening.
A blazing bonfire was lit in the campsite, and whole game was skewered and turned on the grill. They dripped oil into the fire, letting the rich fragrance spread in the wind.
The soldiers sat in three piles in a small team structure, with soldiers from all races huddled together. The long training had made them understand that there were not many differences between the races. Compared with the friendship and trust generated during the training, the aliens
The weird customs and relatively withdrawn personalities of my comrades are nothing...
Soldiers already know how to approach a comrade of another race, how to gain his trust, how to make the other party like them, how to deal with conflicts... From the perspective of military management, or from the perspective of military command, recently
Three hundred soldiers have already qualified as junior officers.
Elves and sandmen gnawed fruits back to back, humans and winged men teased each other, orcs and dwarves argued and boasted... A happy and harmonious life is so simple, and it is the same for everyone.
"Stand at attention - salute!" Seeing Fichet and I walking out of the tent, the officer on duty shouted the command.
The soldiers stood up and said, "Hello, sir!"
Fichet and I returned the favor.
"sit down!"
"Everyone should know that our training took too much time." Fichet spoke first, "so we had to end it early."
"Yes, everyone has eaten well tonight." I took over the topic, "We will have our last training tomorrow."
"yes……"
The soldiers answered loudly, their faces flushed by the bonfire. (To be continued)