Early the next morning, Sodavar and Nisidel were woken up by the shrill ringing of bells. The two of them hurriedly got up, washed up and went to the playground, which the foreman had told them yesterday. Seeing the crowd standing everywhere on the huge playground, and a row of strong men in white shirts standing on the side of the high platform of the playground, two young people hurriedly rushed over.

At this time, a tall and strong man with a tin horn walked up to the high platform and shouted. "All quiet." The crowd immediately quieted down, looking at the people on the high platform, and the strong man looked at the crowd below and introduced himself. "My name is Warisi, and I will be your chief instructor for the next two months, and I hope you won't miss me in the future." After saying that, this strong man named Varisi looked at the crowd under the stage like a beast, looking at the fierce evil man's eyes swept in the crowd, everyone didn't dare to look at him, and they all bowed their heads.

Satisfied with the effect, Varisi shouted again into the crowd. "All of you must learn discipline before you become workers, this is the purpose of our existence, and I will get rid of your laziness. I'll be happy to help if you can't change it, but you won't like it. With that, Varisi and his men began to train the workers.

During the lunch break, everyone who participated in the training had a sore back and legs, and Sodavar and Nisidell also looked tired and found a shade to sit down and rest. "The one named Varisi is better than Mordo of Baron Mondriva's house." Nisidel said to Sodavar. They call Mordo the number one thug of Baron Mondriva, and it is not usually obvious that when he defaults on Baron Mondriva's debts and rent, Mordo will make the defaulter regret it for the rest of his life, and he is a well-known figure in their local area.

"Did that Mordo you mean has a scar on his forehead?" A voice rang out behind them in Sodavar. "Yes, how do you know." Nisidell blurted out before he could look back. "That's because his scar was beaten by my hands that I failed to train." When the two young men saw that there was Chief Instructor Varisi standing behind the tree, they were so frightened that they ran away. "A pair of fun little guys." Varisi looked at the two young men who had run away.

While the two energetic young men were being drilled hard, the chief of the general staff was also complaining to his friend Prossi. Proxi: Couldn't your school train more low-level officers? The integration process has now been slowed down. The subject of Prishan's complaint was sitting in a chair, slowly stirring the coffee in his hand. It was as if he was the one drinking coffee in a café.

Seeing that there were many people in front of him who ignored him, Plieshan lost his temper and knew his friend's personality clearly. Prossi is a guy who can do just right as long as you don't ask too much, no more, no less. Every time he saw him doing things so slowly, Preshan had to wonder how he could be friends with him.

If the staff officers outside see this scene, they will think that the chief of the general staff has been replaced. Now who in the army does not know the prestige of General Presham, it is brushed up by high-ranking officers. Now on the surface, he has the status of No. 2 in the army, but in fact, he is in charge of the reorganization work, and he is now the number one boss in the army, and he is majestic everywhere he goes, and his demands must be carried out.

"The Preshan School can only train so many officers, and any more will be of reduced quality, which is not cost-effective, and where it is insufficient, you can ask the crown prince for someone." Prossi grumbled after taking a sip of his coffee. "These sycophants of the logistics department, even the coffee is the best used by the chief of the General Staff, you should criticize them." Preshan looked at his friend with a smile and a smile, the majestic chief of the general staff criticized the logistics department because of coffee, which would make people laugh off their big teeth.

For Prosi's hints the Chief of the General Staff was aware. That's because his friends don't know the crown prince well enough, and he doesn't dare to spread the character of the crown prince, which is unwise behavior, and the shrewd Preshan will not do such a stupid thing.

"According to the current tactical requirements, the requirements for lower-level officers are also getting higher and higher, and in this regard, we need to rely on your school training and military drills to keep up with the pace of the times." Preshan got down to business with his friend.

"I know, but you know that this kind of short-term training of officers does not help them much to improve their technical and tactical level. They are accustomed to doing things according to the original scheme, and with new weapons and technologies, they will only follow step by step. It can be said that the vast majority of low-level officers are no longer out of the times. Prossi commented on the training officers who were struggling under his own hands.

"Prossi, your mouth is still so merciless." Preshan looked at his friend and continued. "I know that the current half-year training of low-level officers cannot change the shortcomings of poor technical and tactical skills, and you also know that an officer must study in school for more than two years before he can play his role. Now most of this training is a substitute, preferably from the military curriculum in primary school. Romania can't afford to wait now, as can be seen from the crown prince's reorganization of the army. After explaining, Prishan gave his friend a hint. This is actually against Prishan's own principles, but no one can say anything if he changes a little to his best friend.

"Prieshan, you need to increase my funds, otherwise I can't guarantee that the officers trained in the school will meet the needs of the army." Principal Prosi finally remembered his mission, and for the current principal of the Bucharest Military Academy, it was a matter of course for him to ask for funds.

"Well, I'll sign your application. Prossi, you eat and take from me, and I feel like you're my boss. Preshan looked at his friend with a smile. So knowing me is your greatest misfortune. Proshan took a sip of the coffee in his hand, stood up and handed the application document to Preshan. The Chief of the General Staff quickly wrote his name on the signature box and handed it to his friend. Prossi looked at the signature and put it away satisfied.

"I won't bother you, goodbye." Prossi waved to his friend and walked to the door. "Goodbye my friend Prossi." The Chief of the General Staff also responded with a sentence to prepare for his own work. Prossi walked to the door and suddenly turned back to his friend and said a word. "Prieshan has too many officers who have returned from German training, and this needs to be noted." After saying that, he opened the door and left.

Presan knew that with the presence of the German officers and advisers, the voices in the army were becoming more and more biased towards Germany, which made him also a source of uneasiness, and he was also aware of Germany's intention to pull Romania into his chariot. Prieshan himself also had a plan in his heart, in the future, this group of officers who stayed in Germany would be examined, and those who forgot that they were Romanians would be assigned to remote departments, and only those who thought about their homeland could be reused.

No one can control the path of his homeland, Prieshan swore in his heart.