In Hall 1 of the Leyters Crown Hotel, a cocktail party is being held.

Crystal lamps illuminate delicate goblets, golden champagne bubbles, and ice cubes in glassware shine. On the long dining table covered with white floral cloth, a variety of snacks and snacks are available.

The well-dressed nobles gathered in twos and threes, communicating in low voices.

Since the eldest princess recruited the local troops of the principality, a daily drinking party has been held here to entertain the local nobles who came to participate in the war and provide them with a place to communicate.

"Viscount Blunt, I finally see you!"

"Baron Prade, you're finally here!"

In the corner of the reception hall, two middle-aged nobles hugged each other.

"I haven't seen you in almost ten years, and you still look so young." "Oops, it's old, the kids are growing."

"When I saw you, I remembered the days when we were on an errand under the Earl together." "Yes, every day after work, we go to the bar and get drunk."

"Is Lady Shirley alright?" "She's okay, but she's been having a bit of insomnia lately, you know, it's going to be a war, she's worried. What about her brother and sister, how is her health? "Follow me to be wronged, the sun in the Northern Wilderness is too fierce, you may not recognize it when you see it."

The two old colleagues reminisced, drank a few glasses of champagne, and the topic shifted to face up.

"Viscount Blunt, I'm here this time to join the eldest prince's group army, I don't know if you can introduce me." Baron Prad said.

In order for local troops to participate in the war, they must first join one of the principality's army groups.

The eldest prince, Gavin Maris, is the first person under the Grand Duke of Salod, the first in line to the throne, and the future lord of the country. Not only that, but he also has Ricardo, one of the four major military geniuses of the Red Clay Continent, under his command, who can be described as a strong soldier and a strong horse, and everyone expects him.

"Oh, this isn't easy......" Viscount Blount looked embarrassed, "The quota for the First Army is full, and I myself am ...... the Second Army"

Viscount Blunt's meaning was clear, even he himself could not enter the First Army of the Grand Prince, let alone the local troops of Baron Prade, a marginal town.

"So, what about the Second Army?" Baron Prade asked hurriedly.

"The Second Army guards the front line of the Weasel White Night, and the general who leads the army is Howard Martha, a cousin of the Maris family, who is considered the eldest princess. Of the three major armies, there is the least chance of a war. If your purpose is the same as mine, just to get a little military allowance and wait for the right time, then I will recommend you to General Howard. Viscount Blunt paused and said, "But if you want to do a real job and exchange military merit for the future, then I suggest you go to the Third Army." ”

Baron Prade pondered for a moment and asked, "What is the situation with the Third Army, and who is the leading general?" ”

"The leader is Earl George, who is mainly in charge of the Chiyan line. You have similar views and should have a lot of common topics. ”

"That's good!" Hearing that the old-school aristocrat Count George was leading the army, Baron Prader immediately showed joy, and then exclaimed, "I used to drink with Count George, and he is really a virtuous old gentleman. ”

"If you think it's a good fit, I'll introduce you right now. I had a drink with Earl George's Quartermaster, and I should still be here. "Then there's Lord Viscount Law." "Look at what you said, we're all old friends, don't be polite to me."

It didn't take long for Viscount Blunt to take Baron Prader to find Cao Dexi, the quartermaster of the Third Army of the Red Dragon Principality.

Cao Dexi has a big belly, a horizontal face, and his eyes are narrowed into a line when he looks at people, looking a little arrogant and obscene.

"Sir Cao, this old friend of mine, an old colleague, Baron Prader." Viscount Blunt introduced.

"Hello, hello......" Cao Dexi put on a smiling face.

"Sir Cao, I want to join the Third Army and serve Count George." Baron Prade touched his chest with one hand and bowed his chin.

"How many people did you bring?" Cao Dexi put away his smile and had a serious attitude.

"One hundred and sixty-two combatants, fifty-four logistics personnel, and sixteen mechas, a comprehensive assessment of the quasi-lord-level battle group." Baron Prad looked up and said with some pride.

"There are a lot of people, at least an independent battalion, but ......" Cao Dexi glanced at Viscount Blunt and said with some embarrassment, "There are a lot of local troops who have come to defect now, but the budget of the Third Army is limited......"

"In this way, you talk first, I still have a few friends over there to entertain." Viscount Blunt left playfully, leaving the two men alone to communicate.

"Sir Cao, look at ......" Baron Prade took advantage of people's inattention and sent two hundred gold coins over.

If you do not join the group army, you must be incorporated into the reserve army and wait for call-up. The allowance for the reserve army is very low, only enough to eat, and it is very demoralizing. Some of the reserve troops are squatting and squatting, and they have grown fat, and their combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced.

Cao Xide received the money, looked left and right, and showed a greasy smile, "Oh, my lord, you are too polite." ”

"In the future, I will have to bother Chief Cao to take care of it more."

"Okay, come to me if you have any difficulties in the future." Cao Xide regained his serious appearance, "I'll report it tonight, and when the earl's side approves it, I will arrange to take the oath at the earl's palace." When the oath is over, you tell me, and I will send you the unit number. ”

"With the number, you can log on to the website of the Ministry of War to report. Soon the Earl's gendarmerie will be stationed in your troops, and when they are done checking, they will be able to issue military allowances. ”

"It's a bit of a hassle, but it's all necessary." Cao Xide concluded.

"There's Lord Law." Baron Prader bowed.

"The gendarmerie aren't as talkative as I am, and the adults are a little more careful." Cao Xide reminded.

The role of the gendarmerie is to ensure that the orders of the army group are carried out and to supervise the war when the war is fought.

"Understood, understood......"

On the morning of the third day, Baron Prade arrived at the residence of Count George with his two sons.

Earl George is a veteran nobleman of the Red Dragon Principality, with a tall courtyard and luxurious decorations, which has a history of nearly two hundred years.

"Brother, when do you think we can live in this kind of place?" Peter Prad couldn't help but ask, looking at the sculpture-strewn and intricately landscaped vestibule garden, and behind the fountain the white mansion with reliefs carved on the façade.

"Kill a few counts on the battlefield and we'll be able to live." Sean Prader said in a relaxed tone.

Moments later, under the date trees in the back garden, Count George was dressed in formal attire, and next to him stood the priest of the Holy Light Church, who was the Witness.

The state religion of the Principality of Dragon Red is the Church of the Holy Light, and they are invited to attend every major ceremony.

The oath-taker puts his right hand on the book of words and begins to take the oath.

"I, John Prader, Baron of the Kingdom, Mayor of Pradertown, I now solemnly swear that I will remain loyal to the royal family of Maris and voluntarily join the Third Army of the Red Dragon Duchy led by Count George. I will do my duty, obey the command of the supreme commander of the army, and never flinch from the enemy until the end of my life......"

On the afternoon of the day the oath was taken, Baron Prader received a troop number from Cao Dexi.

[79th Independent Battalion of the Third Army of the Red Dragon Principality]

Baron Prad logged on to the website of the Military Department of the Red Dragon Principality with a black watch, found the page of the Third Army, and uploaded the list of personnel and armaments of the independent battalion.

Military subsidies are assessed on the basis of the number and individual strength of personnel, as well as the overall state of armaments. The more people, the stronger the strength, the more expensive the equipment, and the more subsidies you get.

In short, it's how much strength you get.

[The information has been uploaded, please be patient and wait for the gendarmerie to settle in]

The day after the application, a six-member gendarmerie squad arrived at the camp of the troops in the town of Prader.

These gendarmes were all Earl George's own soldiers, and their uniforms were new and uniform, compared with the country troops in old combat uniforms.

They looked arrogant, and looked at ordinary soldiers with a sense of condescension.

"The Ninth Squadron of the Third Squadron of the First Military Police Brigade of the Third Army is ordered to be stationed in the 79th Independent Battalion!"

After the military salute, the gendarmerie began to inspect personnel and equipment. They wore white gloves and held registers, and their eyes swept around keenly.

"Your Valkyrie was produced in 2586, and it's been thirty-one years, so it's already scrapped, right?" "The performance is still very good, don't believe me, I'll show you."

"I don't care if you can open it or not, I can only calculate it according to the seventy percent new shoulder anti-artillery cannon."

"This, this is not appropriate, the fuel consumption is several times worse......"

"Then count it as scrap, there is no one."

"Okay, okay, you're a military master, you have the final say."

The captain of the mecha detachment did not dare to offend the captain of the gendarmerie, and while nodding yes, he secretly sent someone to tell the baron's youngest son about the situation.

When Peter Prader found out, he ran over angrily and reasoned with the captain of the gendarmerie.

"Why do you calculate according to the shoulder anti-cannon, this is a Valkyrie, and the fuel consumption is three times that of the shoulder anti-cannon."

The captain of the gendarmerie frowned, and his voice rose a few points, "It's already very good to count your half-shoulder anti-artillery, it's been thirty-one years, and it should have been scrapped a long time ago!" ”

"Our Valkyrie is often overhauled, and the parts inside have been changed I don't know how many times, and now it's no different from the new one, don't believe me, let people drive it to show you, if you check out something wrong, I don't want one." Peter argued. This Valkyrie is his father's favorite, usually a baby bump, and he repairs it himself if he has a little problem, and no one knows the state of this mecha better than him.

"I said that it's a waste product, it's a waste product, what are you talking about, can't you understand people's words!" The captain of the gendarmerie scolded impatiently.

Peter suddenly became angry, "Why are you unreasonable! ”

"Reason with whomever you like, get out of the way, don't get in the way!" The captain of the gendarmerie shouted.

"You're discriminating against our local troops." Peter cried out excitedly.

"Okay, you don't cooperate, right, then let's go!" The captain of the gendarmerie stamped the registration book vigorously, "If you are not convinced, you can go to the military department to complain, we welcome it at any time." He threw down a sentence and turned to leave.

"Eh, don't don't, military master, don't go......" Sean saw his brother and the gendarmerie clashing, and hurriedly ran over and pulled the gendarmerie captain.

"Let go, don't pull it!" The captain of the gendarmerie shouted.

Sean hurriedly let go of his hand, and said with a smile, "Master Jun, the child is not sensible, don't worry about him, if there is anything, it's easy to discuss, it's easy to discuss." ”

"Brother......" Peter stopped talking, but was stopped by his brother, "You shut up for me!" Then he pointed into the distance, "Go away, don't get in the way here!" ”

Peter was a little aggrieved, but left anyway.

"Master Jun, see if you can be a little more accommodating." After his brother left, Sean shoved a money bag into the hands of the gendarmerie captain.

"What do you mean!" The captain of the gendarmerie immediately threw the money bag back, "What are you and me!" ”

"Master Jun, ...... you are" Sean looked at a loss.

"Forget it...... the tone of the gendarmerie captain softened, "I see that you are sensible, so I won't embarrass you." He lowered his voice and asked, "Do you know the rules here?" ”

"Big brother, please speak." Sean hurriedly leaned over.

"The bullet points above, you know." The captain of the gendarmerie hinted.

Sean quickly understood that he had to deduct money from the subsidy, and then asked, "How many points?" ”

The captain of the gendarmerie gestured two fingers, "Twenty percent, that's the rule." Then he emphasized, "All people are the same." ”

Sean hesitated for a moment and nodded. The tradition of Rick withholding military pay in the army has been around for a long time, and he has heard about it for a long time. Since everyone is like this, they can't help it.

"Okay, sensible!" The captain of the gendarmerie smiled and patted Sean on the shoulder, turned to his registered subordinates and said, "Remember, ninety percent of the new Valkyries." ”

"Thanks, thank you, big brother." "I didn't collect this money, I just changed hands." "I know I understand ......"

The next day, the military allowance for the month was distributed, and the captain of the gendarmerie took 20 percent.

Returning to the gendarmerie headquarters of the Third Army, seventy percent was handed over, and the remaining thirty percent were divided with his brothers.

The reason why military spending is distributed through the system is to avoid malpractice for personal gain. But in reality, as long as there are people, there is no way to avoid it. There are policies and countermeasures, but it's just a different way.