Charles's military career began when he was taken to an eight-person room, which would be his next dormitory.

He lives with his companions in the same squad, Captain Woodward, Charlton, and Lineker as Vanguard, Moore as a shield warrior, and Dean, Matthews, and Finney as mages. Now Charles is here, just in time to serve as a scout and healer.

In this squad, except for the three mages and Charles, the other four are all demobilized soldiers who have retired in the past hundred years.

A few months ago, Churchill led a group of veterans who had returned home from the army to go out to hunt the fishmen's raiders, but the fishmen's house was raided. Later, they found the Fish-Man's barracks to prepare for the rescue, and happened to run into Charles's actions.

Just now, the four of Woodward heard Churchill's whistle and immediately rushed out, and now there were only three mage recruits in the dormitory to sort out the housekeeping.

Seeing the captain walk into the dormitory with Charles, the three mages were a little curious.

"Captain, this is ......" Finney looked up and down at Charles, who was sweaty.

The competition just now made Charles sweat a lot.

'He's new to us. "He's the Charles McCaden of the war report, and we have to get along well in the future." ”

Woodward was afraid that the recruits would look down on Charles because he was a human child, so he told Charles' record at the beginning.

"Oh?!" Now not only Finney, but also Dean and Matthews are interested in Charles.

While bragging in the dorm room last night, Woodward said that a few of them had seen that Charles. At first, Finney thought that Charles was eight feet tall and eight feet waisted like the team leader, but they didn't expect him to be a little kid.

After introducing himself, Charles was watched.

Life at bootcamp is tense and monotonous. Wake up at six in the morning, followed by morning exercises and breakfast. In the morning there is a queue training, in the afternoon combat training, and in the evening there is the study of doctrines and regulations. After the lights go out at ten o'clock in the evening, they brag in the dormitory for another hour, and then everyone goes to bed.

Here, the Elven Royal Court expanded its armaments and recalled many veterans.

Except for the special assault detachment, which has a high proportion of veterans, the other teams are one veteran with two recruits.

Three "veteran-recruit" groups plus a captain promoted by an active veteran form a ten-man team, five ten-person teams form a squadron, two squadrons plus squadron leaders and some cooks and medical personnel form a squadron, and five squadrons plus other clerical, logistical, medical, and engineering units form a brigade. The number of a brigade was about six hundred.

The camp had a brigade training with three infantry squadrons, an archer squadron, and a mage squadron. After the training is over, instructors at all levels will directly become captains at all levels, and Munch will naturally become the captain.

Due to the fact that the soul has completely absorbed the broken godhead, coupled with the excessive life divine power filled in the body, under the tempering of the soul feeding the body and the life divine power, the current physical strength of Charles is much higher than that of his peers, which makes him not fall behind in his daily training.

Every morning and evening in the weight-bearing running training, Charles and the adult elf carried the same weight on their backs, and he was always the last runner, but he didn't fall far behind.

Although he can brush himself with buffs to improve his performance, it is against the original purpose of training to do so, and he doesn't know how to die on the battlefield.

Charles's performance relieved Churchill and Woodward, who feared that Charles was the kind of man who could only fight for two minutes, in which case tactics would have to be carefully considered.

Churchill considered using Charles as a battery because their assault detachments often had to go deep into enemy rear, and having a heavy firepower would be a great help to them.

Now that Charles can keep up with the team, his tactics will be much more flexible in the future.

However, Charles's role is still kept secret by Churchill and several of the elves who have seen Charles's magic cannon, and they plan to make big news when the time comes. As veterans, they know what to do.

So before they made a splash, a few of them let Charles preserve his strength, and he could behave like a good scout and medic in training.

The monotonous days passed day by day, because the elves' longevity gave them plenty of time to learn various skills, and the recruits had received a lot of military training before, and they grew up quickly under the leadership of the veterans.

Charles hadn't left the camp for a month, except that every once in a while, Elizabeth would send elves to collect homework and assign new assignments.

The training camp has a day off on the 10th, and on this day Charles is waiting for the elves who come to collect the homework near the guard room of the training camp.

"Why are you here today?" Charles looked at Henry who appeared in front of him in a little surprise.

Henry, who received Charles during the First World War that day, was the head of Elizabeth's chamberlain, and he was the great-grandson of Samuel, who was drinking in the square that day.

"I'm here to bring you something. Henry took a long, wide weapon box from his horse and handed it to Charles.

"So fast?" "Charles was a little surprised, "Aren't I not enough?"

Henry smiled disapprerovingly, "Isn't it just a hundred years away, let's owe it first, and then slowly make up for it." ”

According to the tradition of the elven army, killing 500 enemies will give you a custom-made weapon that rewards the army, such as Churchill's broadsword.

It's rare for Charles to happen to be able to kill four hundred enemies at once.

The last time Elizabeth's squire came over, he told Charles about it, and asked him what kind of weapons he wanted so that the army could prepare it. So Charles, half-seriously and half-jokingly, drew a weapon for him to bring home.

It's just that what Charles didn't expect was that this reward could still be credited.

He took the box, and when he opened it, he saw a snowy Eighteenth Army broadsword of the same style placed inside, and under the broadsword there was a scabbard with a strap. There was also a manual between the knife and the scabbard, and Charles pulled out the manual and looked through it, and found that there were several magic arrays attached to the blade that he needed.

Henry patted Charles on the shoulder, "Do a good job, don't disgrace our chamberlain." With that, he left.

Charles returned to his dorm room, put his broadsword in its scabbard, and was just about to try it out with Woodward or Charlton when an emergency call sounded in the training camp.

Charles, who had just returned, didn't need to change his clothes, he put on his equipment and rushed to the training ground with the big knife he had just started.