Chapter Forty-Nine: Saving Life is Combat Effectiveness

Pippons doesn't care about why law and order should be strengthened. Reluctantly, he would listen to the orders of the instructors and their yellow-skinned colleagues.

He put down his fork and looked at the two dishes he hadn't finished ordering today. When you were in the old army, not getting food meant you were hungry today. Whether on the battlefield or in the barracks on weekdays, grabbing food has become a norm for low-level soldiers. Those who are strong, those who have no tasks can line up early, those who have status and can forcibly cut the queue, will always be in front of them, and they can get a second bowl after eating one bowl.

And that's not all, there is also the subjective issue of food distribution. Sometimes the broth is cooked, and the meat that has a good relationship with the person in charge of the spoon is not happy to drink the soup. If an army can't even be fed, and even the soldiers can't be fed, it's no wonder that this kind of capitulation faction will be born as soon as it is defeated.

Aside from the endless and varied meals in the new district's cafeteria that make you stand and think for five minutes, no matter when you step down from your sentry post or from the playground, there is always someone to add a bowl of hot noodle soup to your outstretched steel basin. During one of their map marching exercises, they were divided into small groups and did not arrive at the barracks until midnight and did not eat for the entire day. But their cafeteria still served boiled noodles and eggs, even though it was the middle of the night and the chef yawned. But they still went to the canteen in advance to wait for the return of these trained soldiers.

Why didn't Pippons really want to leave the Forces nouvelles? Not just because of his dream of being a general, but here he finally became a respectable, complete person. Some people are thinking about them, not just treating these soldiers as cattle, as tools for pursuing power and profit, and as stepping bones to eternal feats. Of course, he can't deny that this is to make these killing machines more efficient, but a lot of training is based on protecting their own lives as the first element. For example, whether he was scolded by the instructor for his prostrate forward posture, or shooting the gold finger gesture and putting on a stinky face, or punishing him for doing push-ups and running and carrying a steel gun, after a short period of embarrassment, he found that this was for his progress and better survival on the battlefield - the soldiers at the bottom of Elta's army must pave the way for other noble troops, and these life-saving skills have naturally never been put on the official table, and everything can only be explored at the cost of their own blood, or become a teaching material for others to explore life-saving skills.

Elta's army naturally had training, and the soldiers in the formation also had to obey certain rules. It must be the knights and magicians who break through the enemy phalanx, and it is the low-level soldiers who are kicked around as a ball. Since it is a consumable, usually your "mistake" is just an excuse to call and make fun of and insult you. Only by becoming an expected soldier who has not been kicked into a corner as a consumable like a bow and arrow can Pippons have the possibility of realizing his dream of becoming a general.

It would be superfluous to list other aspects. Compared with emphasizing "remembering the bitter and sweet", it is more effective to intuitively let the soldiers reflect the difference in physical and mental treatment and then guide them. "Remembering the bittersweet and thinking about the sweet" is still just an effective method based on "relatively poor objective conditions", look at who uses this today? Their bodies are tied to a standard of living that is far above the average of the times, and their minds are bound by harmonious teamwork, psychological counseling and equal status, and such an army is called fearless from the inside out.

It's just that this psychological counseling is still a headache. Should the new army be accompanied by a commissar or a priest? Of course, the pastor is not a pastor who takes the Bimoon Church as a superior, but in fact, he holds various ceremonies, engages in psychological counseling, writes family letters, and restricts military discipline part-time. In fact, the commissar of the army and the priest are the same thing at all. In short, this BUFF must be brought on by someone, but if it is not good, there will be a counterproduct. Now I have to let the experienced instructors serve part-time. Whether an army can make a comeback after a setback, and whether it will be arrogant and difficult to control after a victorious march, a large part of this has to be perfected by the position that has not yet been filled.

A portion of braised pork was still radiating heat on the plate, and Pippons was staring at the plate in a daze. Just now, many comrades-in-arms and classmates took turns to congratulate him. In the eyes of their comrades-in-arms, these lucky ones can be regarded as having dodged the counterattack that the first wave of the Bilunar Church may use, but will the other party be as brave and good at fighting as rumored? No one knows. As long as there is sacrifice, it will be among them. The comrades-in-arms train together, toast together, and the best outcome is to return home together. No one wants to see the coffin bearer who will eventually become a comrade-in-arms, let alone a neighbor in the cemetery.

It is true that under the temple of the Church of the Two Moons in Lancas, the high-ranking people other than the gods of reality are discussing the information sent from the coast of Elta with solemn faces. Knowing that Elta's capital has been lost, he was still forced to turn his ass backwards into a wind-like gaffe without a single soldier...... Originally, they were going to use force to solve the problem, but the lower-level clergy of the Bimoon Church, who had no food at hand, actually went to the eastern city hungry to receive hospitality from the local church forces...... This situation is no less than the time when the Red Dragon Country was completely cut off from Lancas. Once Doniva, who has no worries, uses food to continue to be used as a noose on the gallows to fight back to the east without blood, then the shortage of magic powder will not be something they can solve with some small means. Of course, it is not excluded that the army will press the territory to confront the army of the new area, and the premise of the plan to eliminate the armed forces of the new area at that time is that the other side loses supplies, and now the other side is waiting for work. Therefore, before seeking military means, they still have to use some strategies to force Elta and the big boss behind them back to cooperate with the Bilunar Church. The Red Dragon Rebellion of 200 years ago must not be repeated this time!

The transoceanic messenger with the Wyvern will send orders to mobilize supplies and personnel to most of the planet in the wind. The winter solstice is approaching, the beginning of the coldest time of the year, and the warm-up of the new year, the captains of the Lancas Navy will curse this damn order, they must still drive the ship around the New Year to transport food, magic powder, clothing and cloth and personnel to the cold Elta, which also means that they can not celebrate the New Year at home or in a brothel, but can only shake in the cold wind and waves to usher in the bleak Chinese New Year's Eve.