"Look, sir," said the logistics regiment commander, pointing to the front, "it's really busy!"

"Of course," I said with a smile, "this is the way supplies are to the front." ”

This was a trade route two hundred miles away from the camp of the Ninth Legion, and a large number of material resources from the rear passed through here every day. There is still more than half a year to go to war, and in a dozen base cities on the front line, countless warehouses are waiting to be filled with these supplies.

Although fighting a war involves all aspects, fundamentally speaking, it is just a lot of money, and whoever has more money will have the last laugh.

A group of about a dozen of us stood on a small hillside on the side of the road.

"Report to the chief," an officer from a reconnaissance regiment ran over, "the target convoy is almost there. ”

"How many vehicles," I asked him, "have you checked the supplies?"

"Sir, there are more than three hundred vehicles in all," the officer handed over a list, "and last night, we managed to check every single one, and this is the list. ”

"Report the information to the commander in detail, what is more than 300 vehicles! What is the meaning of more than 300 vehicles! What is the meaning of the approach! Check it again!" I casually handed the list to the commander of the logistics regiment and said to the officer, "After returning to the camp, each of you and below will go to the Judge Advocate General's Office and receive ten beatings!"

"Yes!"

Jack on the side shook his head and sighed, "In the current camp, in addition to the logistics regiment, there are many things to do in the Judge Advocate General's Office. ”

"You're not happy to have business come to the door?" I glanced at Jack, "Judge is in awe of everybody. ”

"Business is too good to be good! Boss, do you know? On the second day of the decentralization of equipment, 19,74 people in the entire regiment were punished, and the soldiers of the law enforcement regiment were busy all night. Dozens of sticks were broken. Jack said with a wry smile. "It's not a good thing for everyone to be in awe. No one dares to talk to me anymore. If I smiled at anyone, he immediately turned pale. ”

"How many people are still being beaten every day for not caring for their gear?" I ignored Jack's complaints, "is it better?"

"Much better," said Jack, "there are about a hundred or so people a day, and they keep decreasing." ”

I nodded and said, "Not bad, we're going to get rid of the stinky bugs of the soldiers one by one." ”

Just while we were talking. The officers of the reconnaissance regiment again ran to report on the situation with the target convoy. It didn't take long for a medium-sized convoy to appear in our sights.

"The old way," I said to one of the officers of the Guard, "go and call their officers to meet me." ”

"Yes!" the Guards officer turned on his horse and charged towards the convoy, although it was only one man and one horse, but it was also full of momentum.

Hearing that the Blessed Knight had summoned him, a major officer in the convoy happily followed.

"Xia Guan is the escort captain of the 37th transport team of the Quartermaster Department of the coalition army!" he jumped off his horse and stood up, "Say hello to Lord Blessed Knight on behalf of the entire convoy!"

"May the God of Light bless you," I said with a smile. "Mr. Major, I want you to do me a favor. ”

"Your Excellency, please. The major straightened his chest, "As long as the subordinate can do it, he will do it." ”

My logistics commander walked up and handed him a piece of paper in his hand, "Your Excellency needs these things. ”

Looking at the words on the list, the major's body shook for a while, "This...... This...... My lord, the amount you want is too big, and the lower officials can't help it!"

"Well, I won't embarrass you," I said, "and I'll take it myself, and I'll write you an IOU." ”

"My lord, it is the duty of the subordinate to protect the convoy," the major officer shouted, "I beg your pardon for not being able to answer you!"

"Let's get started," I said to those around me, "it's getting late." ”

Without allowing the major officer to react, the two guards had already tied up his uniform and threw it aside.

"Woo-woo-"

A soldier blew his horn, his long, low voice echoing across the field.

In the fields on both sides of the trade route, as if awakened by the sound of trumpets, groups of soldiers stood up, they took off their camouflaged grass, vines and leaves, drew their weapons to attack the formation and approached the convoy. These were the first three Guards regiments of the Ninth Legion to receive formal training, and they had been lying here since last night under the leadership of the Commander.

In fact, I could have used other methods to get the supplies I wanted, but how could I let go of such a training opportunity? More than 7,000 people had not been noticed by anyone from the time they entered the ambush until just now, without eating, drinking, or talking, and it seemed that the training results were quite good.

This is the rear, there are not many soldiers protecting the convoy, who has ever seen such a formation?

Groups of soldiers wearing the standard uniforms of the coalition approached, and when they saw the cold eyes of the soldiers, they saw the shiny weapons in their hands...... The people of the convoy panicked, they gestured their weapons, and jumped up and down one by one, looking left and right, hoping that a commander would take an idea, but their highest commander was still by my side!

"Lay down your arms! or kill you!" When the two sides got close enough to see each other's faces, a shout sounded like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, "We are the Ninth Legion!"

The voice was shouted by a half-orc officer, who turned out to be just an ordinary soldier under Helter, and because his voice was loud and not hoarse, Helt asked him to shout orders in the camp. Who knew that this guy's voice was getting louder and louder, so loud that it could scare people to death, and he even stunned a lot of demonic beasts with his loud voice in the battle of the altar of the Porta Empire. I thought this kind of talent was really rare, so I made him an officer.

Obviously, the soldiers of the transport team cannot be compared with the Warcraft, and dozens of people have weapons off the spot. What's more, several guys who were relatively close were carried to the ground one by one.

Under the deterrence of strong force, the soldiers of the convoy laid down their weapons.

The officers of the logistics regiment appeared by the carriage with the list in hand, directing the soldiers to gather what they needed and take it away, and the whole scene was in good order and order. The last time we visited the munitions depot, the Judge Advocate General's Office executed more than a dozen soldiers on the spot for hiding their belongings, and this has not happened since.

Every soldier of the Ninth Legion was told that anyone who violated military law would be punished. And the meaning of every military law, the commanders have pulled their ears to explain to them. Not like the soldiers of other legions. I only know that you can't violate military law and military regulations. But I don't know why. The good discipline of the Ninth Regiment is now largely due to the military law interpretations of officers of all ranks.

"Your Excellency, you can't do this, Your Excellency—" Seeing the supplies being carried to our carriage, the escort captain's face turned green, "Lord Luman will peel me—"

"No, I'll give you an IOU," I said, pulling out a written note and stuffing it into his pocket, "and tell the quartermaster when you get back because of his delay." The Bless Knight has borrowed supplies!"

The logistics regiment commander ran over and told me that the supplies had been loaded.

"Let's go!" I got on my horse, "back to camp!"

Of course, I knew that this kind of behavior of mine was very bad, and that the Coalition military headquarters would classify me as a pest. But they didn't have a good impression of the Ninth Legion in the first place, and doing so was just to deepen their disgust with Cheng Dù.

Aside from disgust, what else can they do to me, a blessed knight!

In fact, it is not the military department or the quartermaster department that withholds our supplies. As a slave army, our only task is to go to the battlefield to die, and what supplies do we need for those who are already mortal? except for that little bit of food. We are not in the supply plan of the Ministry of Munitions at all.

Consume the enemy with the Slave Legion first, and then fight the Battle with the Main Battle Legion. It is a cheap and effective method that is very popular in war.

But as a god alliance, I can't directly call such a legion as a "slave legion" like the demon alliance, and I also take the trouble to set up a number for each legion and send officers, which gives me the convenience to act like this.

Since we are a legion with a number and an organization, we should get supplies, and if you don't give them to me, you will make trouble, and if you make trouble, you will have to give me a lot of supplies! If you don't give them to me, you will make trouble again!

Unfortunately for the Quartermaster or the Left Minister of Luman, I became the commander of the Ninth Legion, and even more unfortunate for me to have the title of Blessed Knight.

When the temple chose the commander, it is likely that I had not been awarded the title of Blessed Knight, but it was this title that even I didn't expect to change, so that the current quartermaster, who wanted to get rid of my left minister, lifted a stone and shot himself in the foot, without this title, I might not dare to be so bold. I don't have the energy to care about what kind of power struggle is behind this title, all I have to do is survive the war of gods and demons.

As long as there are enough supplies, the slaves who think they will die will be able to believe my words, and the soldiers of the Ninth Legion will be able to train for battle. And these people who have been struggling on the edge of life and death, the tenacity of their vitality must be beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Getting his men to bring supplies back to camp, Jack and I went to the newly opened training ground.

Although there is a large area of fields around the camp, it is not suitable for use as a training ground, since it is training, it is necessary to find a place with outstanding geomorphological characteristics.

The intelligence system that had just been formed helped a lot, and when I went to Paradise Island, Marfa was in command of his intelligence system in the Dark City. Until now, although his intelligence agents had not completely covered the dividing line between gods and demons, they had figured out the terrain there and made a detailed map.

It was with these maps that I found the current training ground, which has rivers and valleys, plains and dense forests, and most rarely, the ruins of many small towns. After writing to the Chief Dispatch Officer of the Porta Empire, two of my wings were stationed in the area.

Although the soldiers of the Ninth Legion had never been trained, their physical condition was quite good, and the training plan developed by the Legion Staff was very targeted, so I was not worried about running out of time.

Without the drag of the physique, the 2nd and 3rd Wings directly began regular field training.

Because the officers are all veterans of the dark army, the training is exactly the same as the model of the dark army, and the single training is carried out every morning, which is nothing more than some bayonet and chopping position. The main event was the confrontation training in the afternoon, when the soldiers were divided into two factions, from two-man squads to ten-man squads to hundred-man squads, and the entire battalion and regiment of soldiers mingled on the training ground, and the victors were not only praised by their superiors, but also ate much larger bread than usual in the evening.

First, they fought with their bare hands on flat ground, because the equipment regiment was making weapons for training, and the logistics regiment was also stepping up training of its personnel.

When these conditions are ripe, they begin to take up arms and tear apart in the rolling hills, in the dense jungle...... Training weapons are not easy to hurt people, and the soldiers of the logistics regiment began to provide them with logistical support. In the evening, it was the officers who gave tactical explanations. Soldiers who had been locked up in tents all night a few days ago began to sit under the lamps. Listen to the commanders point out the problems in the training during the day one by one, and if you don't understand something, you can also ask questions, because at this time, the commanders are very patient.

The soldiers did not know about these questions, and their commanders also asked their own commanders when they were soldiers.

At this time, you can find some soldiers who are inquisitive, have good psychological qualities, and have prestige among their peers. They are often sent to the training regiment with a letter of recommendation from the commander, and these people are trained by me myself.

The first batch of soldiers who reported to the training regiment were scared. They didn't know what the training group was for, they thought they had been punished for colliding with their superiors, and some people had said goodbye to their friends before coming to the training group.

When I went there for the first time, I found that the whole regiment was covered in a gloomy mist, and after repeated inquiries, I and a cadre of officers burst into tears with laughter. But I didn't explain it to the soldiers at the time, and it would be good for them to worry a few more days.

By today, the training team should have been full!

"You go to the training regiment," and after entering the training ground, I called a Guards officer to go first. "Tell them to gather in the whole group, I'll be there soon!"

"Yes!"

"Sir. Aren't you going to look elsewhere?" Jack on one side asked me, "The Second Wing is six field regiments against each other today!"

"I'm not going there today," I said, "I should let Helt manage it himself, and it's not good if I go too much." ”

"Why?" asked Jack.

I smiled and said, "A unit is like a man, it should have its own style of fighting." Although the development of style is multifaceted, but the commander factor plays a very important role in it, Helt and I have different personalities, as soon as I go, of course he will ask me about everything, two completely different command styles will make the soldiers feel difficult to understand and adapt, do you understand when I say this?"

"Got it!" Jack nodded, "I'd love to see the fighting style of the Third Wing sooner!"

"Soon," I said, "by next month, we will be able to fight against the two wings!"

As we spoke, we came to the camp of the training regiment. More than 2,000 people were waiting for us in the open space in front of the regiment headquarters.

I didn't dismount and went straight to the front of the queue.

"Stand up!" shouted the star officer, "Hello sir!"

"Hello sir!"

"I know you're worried, worried about your own life, I'll tell you now, your fate has a lot to do with one thing," I pulled out a small "V" shaped red cloth strip from my bosom, "this is it. ”

"This little thing is the mark of a non-commissioned officer, and that's what you're here for! What is a non-commissioned officer? A non-commissioned officer is a soldier who is smaller than an officer and bigger than a soldier!" I said, "Take a step further in the position of a non-commissioned officer, and you will become a real officer!" Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

When they heard that there was such a good thing, their answer was much louder than the one they had just said.

"I've got two thousand of these emblems for you!" I continued, "and as long as you train hard and meet my requirements, you can sew them on the arms of your uniform!"

There has never been such a thing, a slave soldier can become an officer, and a real officer with a soldier to manage! Of course, they will not know that a non-commissioned officer is not an officer, but it is better than an ordinary soldier!

Looking at the eyes of the soldiers, some of them still couldn't believe it was true, so I called a guard officer.

"Say your age, your ethnicity," I said to the officer, "how did you become an officer!"

"Yes!" the officer turned to face the soldier, "The Sandman, who joined the army of the Dark Province at the age of twenty-six, is an ordinary soldier who was promoted to the rank of second lieutenant officer after completing his training in battle!"

"You all hear me clearly! All the officers under my command have risen from the ranks," I said, "there are no natural officers in this world, only natural fools!

"No!" Obviously, no one wants to call themselves stupid, not even slaves.

"Now, the Second Wing is preparing for a large-scale confrontation training, I want you to take a closer look at it on the side," I saw that the time was almost up, so I gave the first order, "Make a note of what you see!

"Yes!"

Today's training of the 2nd Wing is a field battle on the plains, and now the two sides are preparing in formation.

The instructors of the training regiment, which I had carefully selected, erected dozens of planks among the soldiers, drew a map of the battlefield on them, and explained the meaning of each pattern.

A horn sounded, and the confrontation of the 2nd Wing began!

"Look closely," I explained to them from the front, "no matter how big the battle is, trebuchets and magical attacks aside, there are only soldiers on the front line fighting on both sides before the stalemate is broken. ”

And if the other side can't hold on at this time, the other side will break through the defense line and fall into a passive situation of internal and external war. If the remedy is not timely, the opponent will seize the advantage and be divided and surrounded. "After being surrounded, the troops lost contact, orders could no longer be conveyed in time, and troops could not move freely, so they fell into a bitter ......."

For non-commissioned officers, what is needed is not only combat skills, but also the ability to comprehend the intentions of their superiors and the psychological quality of stability. In the battle of thousands of people, the psychological element of the army is the most important, the defeated side, the first to cross is often not the battle line, but the psychology, a smart commander will start from the enemy's psychology first, will not be stupid enough to fight to the death with the opponent.

The soldiers were very serious, their eyes wide open and their ears straight up, for fear of missing a detail. Although they still have a long way to go if they want to achieve something, who dares to say that among these guys, there is no chance of a few generals or even marshals?

In addition to giving them live explanations, I also had to analyze various battle examples for them at night, while I also had to manage the entire legion...... I'm busy!

It wasn't until the training regiment sent off the first batch of qualified non-commissioned officers that I was relieved that I could focus on other things.

This batch of more than 2,000 freshly baked non-commissioned officers, the impact they brought to the Ninth Army can be said to be incomparable, and the soldiers saw their former comrades come back with high spirits, not only did they not lose anything, but they also had a bright red symbol on their arms. Although he said that he was not wearing an officer's costume, he had already started to take care of things like a dog!

Human nature is cheap, this is really true, inferiority and arrogance are especially prominent in slaves. Soldiers never dared to think that they could change their status, but after seeing the success of their companions, who were slaves like themselves, everyone immediately thought that they could do the same good, or even better!

I don't have time to pay attention to these things, I have to try to get supplies every day. After several successful "borrowing" from the convoys, the Quartermaster Department had ordered all convoys not to come close to within 500 miles of the Ninth Army Corps, and for the Ninth Army Corps, which lacked horses, the distance of 500 miles was the limit of the troops' mobility, and the one farther away was called marching.

Fortunately, we had almost enough supplies by this time. Now it is the commander of the armament regiment who is beginning to complain, because he does not have weapons and armor on his hands at all.

As soon as he complained, the garrisons around the Ninth Army Corps were unlucky, whether they were passing by or stationed for a long time, as long as they were less than 30,000 troops, none of them could escape the fate of being robbed by the Ninth Legion......

Not to mention people, even if an ant tries to pass by the Ninth Legion, it will have one of its hind legs broken...... (To be continued......)