My father never imagined that he would work so hard.

Schoolwork was over quickly, and he had less than three months to prepare before the final exams arrived. At the end of spring, when the whole land is about to be completely rejuvenated, more than thirty of them in this group of colleges will pass the final examination. This selection is brutal, with a pass rate of less than one-third. These people can have their own sailboats.

In the officer examination, although physical fitness is not included in the requirements, after all, the requirements for non-commissioned officers are different from those for soldiers. But a good body is a basic entry qualification. All of them must complete five svadiali training per day, an intensity that is believed to maintain the basic physical strength of a junior commander, and on the battlefield, which is often the limit of a team's combat radius in an orderly queue. The shadow of his father's initial involvement in the Navy has completely dissipated, and now he can take a break from running to listen to Goblin Sensei's geometry class, and brush up on Sabel's meteorology class a little bit.

The predecessor of the Naval Academy had produced a number of senior sailors, who had now completed their examinations and boarded ships to become boatswains. In the past, the thinking of the military was still very much a Calladian hierarchy, that is, the superior was only responsible for his immediate subordinates, and the superiors did not interfere with how his subordinates were prepared to accomplish their goals. But the idea of the new army is committed to systematically building an army, that is, soldiers are no longer accountable only to their generals, and subordinates are no longer accountable only to their immediate superiors.

Before the captain and first mate of the new fleet were selected, a number of boatswain were installed by the Navy War. This made some of the trainees feel a little dissatisfied, because they felt that these people would not necessarily be completely obedient to their commands, which would inevitably affect their prestige and command efficiency in the future.

In fact, this kind of debate has been around for a long time. The reason for the reform of the Rhodok military system was that the Swadian military system was completely destroyed, and the new army born out of guerrilla warfare could not be left to the generals themselves to slowly build up the army and train it until it was adapted to war. The chaotic system of the Rhodok army could only dictate iron discipline under the circumstances of the time, that is, the subordinate must obey all his superiors, and not only the generals of his own troops.

In the past, when a soldier under a non-commissioned officer was killed, he would actually become a soldier again, even if there were countless soldiers around him who had lost their command. Those men would only be at the disposal of a few officers they knew, and when these officers were killed, the soldiers were in disarray.

Rhodock's generals had to modify the practice that had been used for hundreds of years, and they began to form a new kind of army, in which soldiers of all ranks, after losing command, had to learn to obey the nearest superiors around them. A formal system of knots was also born in the nascent Rhodoc army.

After the war, many of the memoirs written by General Swadia were incomprehensible about the astonishing resilience of Rhodok's army, who had the impression that once the general's guard was destroyed, the army would collapse. But what they saw in Rhodok was that after a brief commotion in the death of their general, the Rhodok soldiers quickly gathered and continued to fight in an orderly manner, as if there were still someone commanding them.

In fact, this illusion of the Swadias is indeed valid, the commanders of the Rhodoks are distributed in the troops layer by layer, and after the death of any commander, there will be a definite replacement, thus preventing the emergence of chaos and collapse. In the war, the Rhodok divided the command system into five levels: general, colonel, lieutenant, non-commissioned officer, and soldier, and this complex system made the army accustomed to the rough leader-style style completely confused at first.

Soldiers and officers spat on the reform, believing that what already existed was the best, and that the new complexities were useless except to dazzle. It is true that the soldiers come from different regions, with very different accents and customs, and in many cases the commander of the same country can undoubtedly bring out the best in his troops. And if soldiers were given a choice, they would undoubtedly be inclined to choose those like them to entrust their lives. But now, the Rhodok soldiers had to learn to obey someone they had never known before, simply because the man's sword and coat of arms showed him to be their superior.

But the military's skepticism soon subsided. It is an ironclad fact that an army that has carried out a strict reform of the ranks can still maintain its basic military functions despite an average of 30 percent casualties among its soldiers and the loss of generals. And the old army, even in the presence of generals, did not dare to guarantee that it would be able to do so well when there were 20% of the soldiers killed or wounded.

Soon, the Rhodoks began to work on a comprehensive reorganization of the army, and it was not until the complete liberation of Rhodok that the process began to slow down. There is a very strange atmosphere in the army, that is, in wartime, the officers know that a thorough reform of the army will greatly enhance the combat effectiveness and vitality of the army. Only reform can win, but once it comes to the post-war period, people lose their enthusiasm for reform. The generals liked the old model because then they were able to have absolutely their own troops. In the past, generals liked to look at their armies like old peasants looking at their wheat, because these people belonged to them completely, and these generals would go to great lengths to equip armor, forge weapons, gather food, and call in livestock to improve their troops, and these soldiers would only be absolutely loyal to them. This interdependence allowed the generals to accumulate their own political capital while marching and fighting, and lay the foundation for their future development and destiny. But now, they couldn't do that, and they were annoyed by the frustration of taking over an army that they were completely unfamiliar with, and then leading them for years and then witnessing them in the hands of others. Although the calls for the restoration of the old system have been suppressed, they have inevitably become louder and louder.

The military reluctantly made some concessions, allowing the generals to have their own personal guards, who would be absolutely loyal to their leaders according to the old system, and would not accept the command of others at any time. This compromise was welcome, and now the question arises only as to how the ratio of the guards to the number of troops should be established. Obviously, the proportion of personal guards should not be too large, otherwise it will inevitably lead to a split in the army, but if it is too small, it will cause a backlash among the generals.

When this kind of controversy arose among the students, my father and Cesar were not very involved, and they felt that it was good to implement the system of ranks, and that this reform would be of great benefit to the army in the long run. Of course, the real reason they don't get involved is that their energy is focused on geometry. At the end of the lesson, the students asked the goblins to check the key points, and the goblins spent an hour listing twenty-two reference books, and the goblins smiled and said, "The point is inside, everyone prepare well, this time the Admiralty people will help with the questions." If you usually learn, you can play at this time. It's so good to go to the beach to see the scenery, go fishing, and then come back to take the exam. ”

When Cesar handed the book list to the quartermaster on the dock, the man gloated at the two men: "In the past two days, your stinky boys from the Naval Academy have come to borrow these books."

My father touched his head: "Yes, there must be a lot of people who have come to borrow them, I don't know if these things are easy to get?" We searched in the library, and they were all borrowed. ”

The quartermaster talked to them for a long time, and with a look of embarrassment, he said that these books were not easy to obtain, and some of them had to be obtained from Swadia booksellers. The conversation went on for a long time, and Cesar sighed, "It seems that we can't get over it."

The quartermaster nodded, and suddenly showed a somewhat obscene and mysterious smile, "Come over here."

Led by the quartermaster, my father and Cesar walked aside, where a cleanly washed white cloth lay on the table. In the process of walking, the quartermaster said mysteriously: "Gentlemen, a few days ago, a goblin teacher from the Naval Academy came to us and asked us to give him a thousand pieces of Wiki Snowflake Paper, I asked him why he took so much at once, and they said it was for backup files. Jokes, snowflake paper can't save anything at all except for writing a few small poems for the ladies and doing a few small questions for the students. Then in the past few days, your classmates have come to me to borrow books again, and I have understood that these papers are for your exams. The man turned back and said, "Gentlemen, look what I have prepared for you," and he pulled down the cloth and held it in his hand.

Father and Cesar rushed at once, as if there were geometric answers on the table, and all they saw was a tattered notebook. They were disappointed. The quartermaster had smiled incomprehensibly, wanting to wait for the compliments of the two young men. As a result, he suddenly saw the expressions of the two of them change sharply, and he couldn't help but be shocked, for fear that the tall image he had created would be destroyed: "Hey, don't underestimate this, this is the guy named Goblin who fell." If he wants to give you any questions, there should be one in it. ”

Cesar's interest was aroused, and he opened the notes, and immediately became sad: "This book has been written, and there are at least hundreds of questions in it, and finding the one he wants to come out of is like finding the red drop from the rain." ”

The quartermaster said, "It's true that it's not easy to find in such a wide environment, but you know what? This goblin has a hobby of using garlic and beef sauce for breakfast. There must be a head or two of garlic in the food welcome for your school every day, and that's for this hardcore goblin. If you take a closer look, you'll notice that the book has a faint smell of garlic. Then on top of those pages, there were oily finger prints, which must have been left by the goblins who were rummaging through their notes while eating. The two of you will go back and study and see where there are many handprints in this book, and the garlic smell is big, which must be what goblins read every day, you say, can he not come out of the title? ”

The more the father listened, the more he was pleased, and he cried out happily, "Sir, you should be a detective."

The quartermaster's eyes flashed slightly, and he said lightly: "Everyone has a story", at this time Cesar was looking through his notes, and said with a smile: "Thank you, big brother quartermaster".

The quartermaster grinned: "Hehe, what's polite". Then the quartermaster rubbed his hands without saying anything, "And ""It's another batch of goods today, you see, isn't it?" ”

The father and Cesar said in unison, "We'll do it for you!" ”

Father and Cesara studied the goblin's notes until late at night.

Looking at the full records, my father couldn't help but sigh: "The teacher's inner world is really rich." ”

There is everything from diaries to essays, from poems to essays. From time to time, there are a few diaries, and occasionally a few lyrics of the "Love Burns My Heart Like Fire" type.

My father saw a diary:

"On Monday, Sabel was riding a horse in the garden;

Tuesday, ibid.;

Wednesday, ibid.;

On Thursday, Sabel fell off his horse and is now resting in bed;

Friday, ibid.;

Saturday, ditto;

Sunday, ditto. ”

From the bottom of his heart, my father felt that the goblin must be a person with a high level of literary cultivation. First of all, look at the goblin's diary this week, the content is simple and the central idea is clear, a main line Sabel runs through it, and there is an obvious climax in the middle, which seems to be literally elegant, and after the climax, the goblin can turn around again, so that the text is simple again, and it seems to be free. The whole text is sprinkled with crosses, vividly showing the real life of Sabel's flesh and blood, which is really a remarkable achievement.

My father felt that this kind of well-written and long-lasting short essay was very worth reading, so he recommended it to Cesar, who read it hastily: "I said that Mr. Sabel always asked someone to tell us to go to a meeting for a while, and he couldn't go to class, so he fell miserably on a horse. ”

His father felt that Cesar had not grasped the point at all, so he ignored him and went to read the other poems of the goblin on his own, and he found that in every poem, there was an image of blue eyes, and his father smiled knowingly. Father knew that the goblin liked the singer named Su Ge'er, and he felt that he seemed to be able to talk to that Su Ge'er, and maybe he could help him in the future.

At this moment there was a knock at the door, and Cesar got up and went out. His father heard that it was a classmate in his class, and the classmate was talking to Cesar vaguely, and Cesar looked back at his father from time to time, as if to wonder how his father would react when he learned the news. After some time, the man was gone, and his father closed the book, waiting for Cesar to come and tell him what had happened. He watched as Cesar approached touching his chin.

"What's wrong, Cesar?" Father asked.

Cesar took a map from the bookshelf to the side and unfolded it on the table, on which his father had looked for a place on Wright's postmark a few months earlier. As it happens, this time Cesar was also looking for the name of the place, and Cesar quickly found the place called Fort Lundia, and he knocked on the small place on the map.

"Now it's full of Kugit soldiers."