On the night of the award ceremony.

According to the custom of the Imperial Army, a dinner party will be held after the recruit training to celebrate the recruits becoming qualified Imperial soldiers, after all, this devilish recruit training has eliminated seventy percent of the recruits, and those who can stay have a few brushes.

Of course, only regular military personnel enjoy this benefit.

The so-called regular soldiers refer to the soldiers like Vega who volunteer to join the army, and such soldiers can only obtain military ranks and enjoy the basic benefits of the Empire for regular soldiers after completing the recruit training arranged by the Empire, which is roughly equivalent to the establishment of government departments on the earth.

The opposite is true.

The seven adults who were eliminated in the training of recruits were called ordinary soldiers of the Empire, and although they still enjoyed lower salaries and basic food and clothing benefits than regular soldiers, they were doomed to not be promoted without even a military rank, and they were probably supernumerary.

"Cheers. ”

More than 200 soldiers were divided into 10 tables to toast together to celebrate this hard-won moment, and today they are finally a qualified Imperial soldier, and the rank on their shoulders represents the glory of the Empire.

A table in the middle.

Vega sat on the children's chair specially prepared for him by the instructor, feasting on the food on the table, and the celebrations and revelries of others did not affect his desire for food in the slightest, and the fear of hunger had long been deeply rooted in Vega's bone marrow.

"Private Vega, congratulations on graduation. ”

A strong man in his thirties came to Vega's side with a wine glass, his eyes were full of gentleness, he was the oldest soldier in the company, and he was also the person who took the most care of Vega.

"Thank you, Raels. ”

Vega hurriedly raised the wine glass full of orange juice and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, the empire stipulates that people under the age of 14 are not allowed to drink, and I am an orange juice pie for the time being." ”

Raels's gaze looked a little sad: "It's okay, I wish you good luck." ”

"Martial arts are prosperous. Vega drank the orange juice: "Ressle, thank you for taking care of me for half a year, let me take the liberty of asking, no one else wants to partner and fight against me in the first place, why don't you dislike me for being a child?"

Coo-coo.

Raels drank another glass of wine, looked at Vega sadly, and said, "Truth be told, I haven't been home to see my son for five years, and he was only 6 years old when I left, so he should be your age." ”

"Five years?" Vega was a little puzzled, the recruit training was only half a year.

Raels said self-deprecatingly: "It's been five years since I became an Imperial soldier, but it wasn't until this year that I mustered up the courage to participate in the Imperial recruit training, which has a very high mortality rate and elimination rate, because only those who become regular soldiers have the annual leave to go home once, and I am a real coward, if I hadn't chosen to give up recruit training five years ago......"

"Please don't say that. ”

Vega said solemnly: "You have persevered in the training of Imperial recruits, you are a true Imperial soldier, and your children must be proud of you. ”

Raels was stunned for a moment.

He said with true feelings: "Thank you Vega, whenever I see you, I think of my son who is far away in Winter City, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to hold out to the end, in fact, I have always had a question in my heart, how did you persist until today?"

Vega puts a piece of roast meat in his mouth.

He pointed to the sumptuous dishes on the table and said, "See? That's what motivates me, you can never imagine the hardships of fighting for trash cans with stray dogs in the winter of -10 degrees Celsius." ”

Vega rolled up his sleeves.

He showed a deep scar on his arm: "It was a fight with that stray dog that left me with a scar, unfortunately I couldn't afford medicine at that time, if I didn't choose to volunteer for the army, then rabies would be enough to kill me." ”

This moment.

It dawned on Ress why Vega was able to complete his recruit training at the age of 11, which is difficult for an adult to sustain, and attained the rank of private with the highest grades, because he ...... From the beginning to the end, I was training with the determination to die.

"If you don't have extraordinary talent, at least you have the determination to die. ”

Vega pushed a steak down in front of Raels, smiling most sincerely.

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The next day.

Vega got up at 6.30 p.m., put on his spiritual uniform, brought a spear that was much taller than him, packed up his salute, bid farewell to the boot camp that had been in place for half a year, and embarked on a new journey.

His letter of appointment has been issued.

3rd Company, 7th Brigade, 2nd Division, 47th Army, 11th Squad.

The 47th Company belongs to the 3rd Regiment and the 9th Battalion, all of which belong to the backbone of the force, and there are 4 squadrons in the company, and the 11th squad belongs to the 3rd Squadron, which is also the most ace squad in the entire company, and the resources obtained are also the most inclined, which is the information I heard from the instructor last night.

Vega pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth and knocked on the check-in door.

Sure enough, the effort is directly proportional to the gain, and if there is no excellent performance in training and the rank of starting private, it is impossible to be assigned to such an elite squad.

The trump card is reserved for the last out.

If the backbone of the army will only be dispatched in the event of a full-scale war, then the ace squad in the backbone force means that he will not take action until the last moment, and his safety factor is more than one percent.

A smooth sailing life is already in hand.

"All of them, take a break. ”

Squadron Leader Wales took Vega to stand on the command podium on the school grounds: "From today onwards, Private Vega will be assigned to the 11th squad, and Sergeant Bakken will do a good job of receiving and arranging Vega, by the way, he is an excellent soldier from the boot camp." ”

"Yes, Squadron Leader. ”

A middle-aged man of about forty years of age with a resolute face immediately responded.

He glanced at the entire squadron of 50 men and saw that the other four squads were all armed with spears, except for Sergeant Bakken's squad with short blades, which seemed a bit maverick.

The Empire has strict requirements for weapons.

Ordinary soldiers can only be armed with guns, shields, axes, and knives...... and other weapons, and the cross sword can only be held by a lieutenant company commander or above or a professional, and the cross sword is also a symbol of honor, status, and strength.

Short blade, which is allowed to be held only by troops performing special tasks.

Being able to join such a team, Vega feels that the future is brighter and brighter, otherwise Ji Tailai probably describes his situation, right?

"Private Vega, it's time to return to the team. ”

As soon as the squadron leader gave the order, Vega hurriedly got down from the command platform, and because he was only eleven years old and 1.40m tall, the squad leader Sergeant Bakken arranged Vega in the position of the head of the platoon.

"All of them, sit. ”

The squadron leader gave the order to rest, which meant that it was free time, and the soldiers could communicate or drink freely, but could not move.

Crash.

As soon as the order was given, everyone began to talk about it.

"Did he really come out of boot camp?"

"You can't be wrong, it's a medal for a good soldier. ”

"Damn, the Empire actually sent children to battle!"

Surprised expressions dominated the majority, and some of them looked at them with contempt, disdain, care, and anger, but the medal of the excellent soldier directly proved that Vega was already a good Imperial soldier, better than the others present.