On the evening of 29 July, the 14-day two-week training program of the New Army officially ended, and on the last day of the exercise, the soldiers of the 3rd Infantry Battalion, the 1st Company, the 2nd Company, and the 3rd Company of the 4th Infantry Battalion, who participated in the exercise, went to the large bathhouse to take a bath with a mark made by the knights with plaster sticks, but they immediately received an order to assemble urgently.

On the large playground at night, under the illumination of the strong light technique released by more than a dozen high-ring mages, several familiar figures appeared on the wooden high platform that had been built, and one of the young faces suddenly made many soldiers start to whisper in their ears.

"Deputy Head Xia Lin, are you still alive?"

The soldiers of the first battalion standing in the front row looked at Xia Lin who appeared on the high platform, and couldn't help but let out a messy confusion and shouts.

Although Viscount Hart promised Xia Lin that he could directly appear to take over the New Army when he returned, even if the New Army barracks were a closed environment than the research institute, there were many channels for external communication.

After a few days of delay, the soldiers of the New Army also received the news that Xia Lin had died in an assassination attempt, and were quite confused and confused.

But the officers of the Forces nouvelles were very secretive about this matter, and in combination with the various propaganda and propaganda against the conservatives that the soldiers had been teaching them in their evening ideological classes during this time, they had to unanimously target the object of their hatred at the conservatives who oppressed them and deprived them.

Fortunately, the rigorous training day after day exhausted their energy, coupled with the deliberate guidance of the soldiers' committee, they were able to focus on the street fighting training in front of them, so there was no such thing as a soldier *** avenging Xia Lin.

"Fellow soldiers of the New Army, I think everyone was surprised to see me, right? You should all be wondering if I've died at the hands of conservatives, have I? Why am I standing in front of you again? Was that assassination just a rumor?"

Xia Lin paused with a serious expression and continued:

"But I am here to tell you that seven days ago I was indeed subjected to a filthy, vile, evil assassination, as rumored in the Forces nouvelles, in the streets of central Urgana, in the same place as civilians around your parents and family.

I was lucky to survive this assassination, but as far as I know, more than 30 innocent passers-by were caught up in this conspiracy and died on that day, on that street!

Among them are ordinary residents of Urgana, peasants who spend hours from outside the city transporting their goods into the city, and they are the same people as you used to be, ordinary people who are running around every day to earn their meagre income, just to add a few potatoes and a few bites of rice to their family's bowl.

But such innocent people died in an assassination attempt against me, and this conspiracy, according to the investigation of our great royal highness, was the work of a group of conservative aristocrats who were constantly thinking about how to oppress us, deprive us, and bring us down!"

"They are afraid of the workers in our factories who are producing all kinds of products every day, they are afraid of the students in our schools who are getting smarter every day, they are afraid of the soldiers who are getting stronger every day in our barracks!

They are afraid of me, all the beauty that Charlem Carr and everyone have created in just half a year, the beauty that belongs to us, but subverted everything they used to oppress us!

That's why they sent a four-ring mage with terrifying magical powers, like a conspiracy in an epic tale sung by a bard, to assassinate me, the culprit they deem, at the cost of innocent lives, in the previously peaceful and peaceful streets!"

Xia Lin's voice was like rolling thunder under the effect of amplification, and it reached the ears of every soldier of the new army, looking at these soldiers who listened to their words and their expressions faintly revealed their indignation, Xia Lin continued:

"You've all studied the two articles that the Soldiers' Councillors taught you, right? Then my soldiers, please open your eyes and look around us!

All around us, every family can get enough to fill their family's belly from the nascent industrial park, and even have a lot of surplus

The job of making the family eat more delicious food and warm clothes for the family.

This is where our foundation lies, but it shakes the foundation of our enemies, so that they can no longer oppress us and deprive us as they have done before.

Therefore they will be hostile to us, as the soldiers' commissars say, and will attack us, and destroy everything we have with covert plots and even with the violence of the Red Luoluo!"

Although the soldiers in the audience still did not respond, Xia Lin felt it through the eyes that looked at him, and felt the anger and strength hidden under their iceberg-like silence.

"That's why our alliance has chosen you from among the young people full of hope and strength to become a soldier of the New Army, to guard all that we have built, to make this power affect the lives of more people, and to make the lives of more people in the slums as good as we are!

Now, my soldiers, tell me, do you have the courage and the confidence to defend our natural right to freedom and equality with the weapons that our workers have worked so hard to build?!

Tell me aloud whether you, when you are about to become privates who receive a monthly salary of forty silver mares, hold on to your rifles and fight against all the enemies who oppose us and trample on our sacred and inviolable liberty and equal rights.

Let the blazing bullets and shells tell them that we are born free and that no one can change this natural right?!"

Xia Lin pointed to the moon in the sky, and straightened his waist more and more excitedly at the audience, but his eyes were staring at his soldiers solemnly and solemnly asked.

"Yes! Willing!

Willing!

！」

Emotions that were completely different from the previous indignation were expressed in three unanimous roars from the mouths of the two thousand soldiers who seemed to be one, like a lion that had just woken up and issued a majestic roar proclaiming his territory.

The palace guard knights and royal mages who watched this scene couldn't help but be moved by this terrifying momentum.

"Good! According to the intelligence of our coalition, tomorrow, just tomorrow, the conservatives will launch a conspiracy against the whole of Hurgana.

Although you have only completed your training today and have just become a qualified private, you have no choice but to march forward bravely and crush all our enemies!

Crush the clouds that hang over us and our families, over our industrial parks, over our business alliances, over the many innocent civilians of Hurgana!"

As soon as the shouts of the soldiers fell, Xia Lin took advantage of the situation to say another piece of news that made them look serious:

"So after tonight's investiture ceremony, prepare yourselves for battle, and tomorrow, the Alliance will bring you to the battlefield of your destiny.

There, you will use all the knowledge and skills you have acquired in your training to crush the enemies who stand in your way on behalf of the thousands of people behind us who yearn for a better life of freedom and equality!

Tonight, I have said all that, and now I ask all the officers who have been awarded the rank to come and receive your epaulettes, collars, and armbands!"

"Come on Yin Rand! Kirsian Hozia! Fatland Lawrence......"

In such an atmosphere, Viscount Hart on the side was also inexplicably excited, he unfolded a long list, and began to read the list of officers who participated in the award of titles in a high-pitched voice from the largest to the smallest according to their ranks.

On the large and bright playground, one by one the officers whose names were read came out to the high platform, and in the hands of Viscount Hart and Xia Lin, they received the rank insignia of themselves and their subordinate soldiers, and after a solemn salute, they returned to their squad and began to confer titles.

After the completion of the award ceremony, it also means that the new army is really on the right track, and then Xia Lin immediately distributed the salary of 40 silver mar to the soldiers through these officers.

The silver mar contained in the thick paper bags made all the soldiers feel that they were divided into new armies and died, and they were hidden in the deepest part of their hearts

The faint anxiety and fear dissipated a little, and instead the blood and passion rose from the bottom of my heart.