"I see," Carlos nodded, "but I've been an officer for so long, and I've served in many legions. With all due respect, this is the first time I have seen an officer with such a corrupt military discipline. ”

"What kind of officers are they, they're here to mix up their qualifications," Hailt said hatefully, "I usually pretend to be pretending, and I must have found an excuse to transfer before the war!"

"Yes, but that's only part of the reason," I said to everyone with a smile, "and I'll tell you all about the reasons for the corruption of these officers' military discipline, so that you can avoid it in the future." ”

"The most important reason is that His Highness has sent officers who think that it is not their own reputation that has been ruined, and that their charges are all on the head of the Ninth Legion, and that we hapless people will take over anyway," I said, "and everyone thinks that the Ninth Legion is going to be there this time. After the battle of gods and demons, maybe the Ninth Legion died from top to bottom, and even the number was gone, what else did they have to take care of?"

"Are we really dangerous?"

"Of course it's dangerous, the Ninth Army doesn't need the enemy to fight like it is now, and it will collapse before it can reach the front line," I smiled bitterly, "If we hurry up and train the soldiers well, maybe we can still be saved." ”

"No!" Helter was taken aback, "Is it so serious?"

"Yes. ”

"And how are we going to train the soldiers?" said Hailt, "and I think the soldiers are more obedient......

"Obedient, that's fake!" I said categorically, "slave soldiers—ha! they are even more difficult to deal with than officers!"

The brothers were dumbfounded and didn't understand why I said that.

"It's simple. What are slave soldiers used for?" I said word for word. "It's used to be a substitute for the entire coalition. What do you think these slaves think?"

The four guys started shaking their heads.

"No one takes them seriously anyway, and the soldiers are loyal to them anyway. I can assure you," I said, "that as soon as an enemy surrenders on the battlefield, the Ninth Legion will immediately run away without a single soldier." ”

"So what to do?"

"Temptation," I smiled, "to show them what makes us different from everyone else." Let them feel that following us is the only way to live. In that case, we can still give it a try!"

"But we don't have any money," said Jack with a bitter face, "what are we going to lure them with?"

I asked Jack rhetorically, "What are slaves most interested in?"

"I know!" Moya replied aloud, "Freedom!"

I shook my head.

"It's the high-class slaves who want to be free, the kind with taste," I said to Moya, "but if you look at our slave soldiers, they don't need any freedom. One of their hearts is completely numb. ”

Now it was Moya's turn to shake his head, "I don't understand." ”

"That is, the slave soldiers of our legion now. Now they just need what little they need to survive,"

I explained to them in detail, "If we give them freedom now, they will panic and not survive." ”

"Wouldn't it?" Moya said, scratching her head, "how is this possible?"

"It's funny, isn't it? But that's the way it is," I said, "and we need to take our time with these soldiers." On the one hand, he commanded them strongly, but on the other hand, he had to gradually change their lives...... Change them a little bit from the inside out, and awaken the desire in their hearts. ”

"Well, Boss," said Moya, "you'd better tell us how to do it, I can't figure it out." ”

"To be specific, the full-scale training will start tomorrow," I sighed, "you have to find out the situation of the soldiers in the shortest possible time, and leave the rest to me!"

"Yes!"

"So be it!" I picked up the glass of water on the table and drank it down, "Tomorrow morning, the 2nd and 3rd Wing playgrounds will gather to listen to me!"

After my brothers left, I sat in my tent and pondered until the night.

Yes, even my brothers close to me can't understand my thoughts, so how can I teach these soldiers well? They belong to different races, come from the lowest strata of society, have all kinds of vices, and have a fickle mentality...... Moreover, the previous officers had already polluted them in their consciousness, and it was very difficult to get them to change!

Although I also had experience in managing soldiers in my previous life, those soldiers had more or less read books and could reason with them! Although the gangsters were at the lower echelons of society, power and money could suppress them. However, slaves were not like them. These guys seem to be obedient but lazy, don't look at their lifeless appearance now, as soon as they go to the battlefield, they can sell me......

Harder they will hate me, softer on them, and their innate wariness will think I'm playing a conspiracy.

Only by winning people's hearts can we be invincible!

Annoying!

I decided not to think about it anymore and to go outside the tent.

In the night sky, stars appeared one after another, shining on the dark sky, and a few faint thin clouds drifted over to hide the moonlight. The breeze blows the breath of early spring, and the air with a hint of fragrance makes me feel cool and comfortable.

I walked slowly around the path of the camp, a few guards following me, who had followed me since the darkness had built the city, and it was the first time I had seen such a thing as I was so troubled. If Fischette were by my side now, we would be able to discuss and come up with a solution.

"Damn, what are you doing now? Fichette is now a dispatch officer, and he must be scratching his head. I shook my head, dispelling the tempting thought, and sat casually on a large rock by the side of the road, listening to the sounds of the camp.

There was not much sound in the camp, the soldiers were already getting ready for bed, and occasionally there was a loud laugh or two.

My dazed head was a little more comfortable, and I was about to go back to the tent, when I saw a soldier standing in the shadows at a distance.

"Come here," I beckoned to him, "why don't you go to bed?"

"Well-I think-that. He said to me with his head down. "Sir. I wanted to wait until you were gone before going to sleep. ”

"Oh, why?" I wondered, "why wait until I'm gone before going to sleep?"

The soldier scratched his head uneasily, "I—"

"Answer the sir!" said one of the guards, looking trying to flatten him.

"Say, I won't punish you," I said, grabbing the guard, "you can say anything." ”

"Yes, sir. The soldier whispered, "Under the rocks you sit on—there's my quilt." ”

"Quilt!" I looked at the stone, and I couldn't imagine that there was room for a quilt underneath it that no one would notice, "show it to me," I said, "and take it out now." ”

The thin-looking soldier bent down, lifted the stone with one hand, and pulled out a small bag from underneath.

"Is this your quilt?" I said, looking at the dirty rags in his hand, "how can this be covered?"

Even though it was night, I could still tell that the black whirring thing was supposed to be white. In fact, whether it is in terms of length, width or thickness. It didn't look like a quilt, not to mention that there were so many holes in it.

"It's a quilt. See, sir," the soldier gestured to me, and the poor fellow could only cover half of his body with a cloth, "and it's cold here when I sleep, so it's enough to cover here." ”

The soldier said this, looking satisfied...... And my heart is a little sour.

"Then why did you press it under the stone?" I took the soldier's hand and sat down, "Sue me, what treasures do you have besides your quilt?"

"Just now, the chief gathered us together to talk about things, and then we had to eat. I was afraid that someone would steal it while I was away, so I crushed it under the stone," said the soldier, "and I had nothing else to do with it." ”

"You're saying that even a quilt like this - someone will steal it?" I looked at what he was holding, and I couldn't believe it.

"Of course you don't fancy it, sir," said the soldier, "but we—a few of us have it. ”

"How many!" I was taken aback, "how many people are on your team?"

"More than ninety people, sir," the soldier was startled by the excitement, "I have a quilt, a couple of humans have shoes, and a winged man has half a pair of socks......

"I see," I nodded, "it's late, you can go back to sleep!"

"Okay sir, then I'm leaving. "The soldier gave me a very non-standard military salute and was about to turn away.

He was apparently a newly captured slave and did not know that it was a capital offense to turn around one step away from the commander.

"Wait a minute," I grabbed his right-hand turn, "there's something you need to pay attention to." ”

"What's the matter?" he was a little scared, "sir. ”

"I'll talk to the senior commander later, I mean the stranger commander," I said, smiling, "and you should have faced the commander when you said goodbye, and you should have stepped back more than five steps before you could turn around, remember?"

"Remember, sir," he said, "but...... Why?"

"Bold!" a guard shouted, "I'll do it!"

I glared at the swearing guard, and he shut up immediately.

"That's right, because the act of turning around is so deceptive, and many assassins use turning around as a cover to carry out assassination," I explained to the soldier, "so you have to retreat far enough before turning around, or don't approach the senior commander, or you're in danger, understand?"

"Sir, this ...... It's complicated," he replied to me with a sad face, "I probably can't remember ......."

"Forget it, you can go back," I patted him on the shoulder, "it's okay." ”

I watched as the tortured soldier hugged his quilt, bent over and backwards step by step, and finally "banged" and was thrown into the ground by the ropes on the ground.

"Go back to the tent!," I said to the guards, "go and call me the commander of the logistics regiment!"

The head of the logistics regiment was a short, middle-aged human, and a little fat. He is a small civil official who has been following his father for many years, and when I built the city in the dark, I found that he was really good at managing logistics, so I brought him here.

When he came outside the tent, my brothers and I started to discuss.

"Logistics Chief, why are you here?" said Hailt loudly, "We've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

"I'm sorry everyone," the logistics head smiled innocently. "I guess the chiefs are looking for something. So I went and got the books. ”

"You take care of the logistics. I won't say much else," I said, "and now, how much more do we have in our warehouse?"

Is it enough?"

"Sir, there is definitely not enough stockpiling," said the head of the logistics regiment, "we just finished counting this afternoon, and we have this little material now. Maintain normal attrition for up to three regiments. ”

"What about the things that the military department allocated to us?" Moya asked, "where have they gone?"

"Sir, the things allocated to us by the military department are all in the account," the logistics regiment commander said with a bitter face, "but I can't find them in the warehouse, and I don't know where the things have gone......

"Don't say such things now," I stopped the spread of pessimism, "Logistics Commander, I want you to calculate at once all the supplies needed to keep the Ninth Army up and running. How much is still missing in hand, be more detailed. ”

"Yes, sir. The head of the logistics regiment nodded and said, "I will hand you the detailed report at noon tomorrow." ”

"Jack. The Judge Advocate General's Office is to draw up a military law at once and publish it tomorrow morning," I thought, "and the military law should be simple and straightforward, and too cumbersome regulations will confuse the soldiers...... Take your time and announce the five most important ones first. ”

"Yes!"

"Moya, you and Helt are on the same mission," I said, "Alright, I'll take care of the rest, go back to sleep!"

Early in the morning, I was woken up by the sound of a very lame military trumpet.

I rolled out of bed, and the sound of drums and trumpets in the camp made me uncomfortable.

I grabbed the towel from the guard's hand and rubbed my dry eyes as I listened to the report of the star officer.

"Sir, the Legion is assembling on the playground, it will be fine in a moment," the star officer stood straight beside me, "According to the plan, you are going to the second wing at noon today, the third wing in the afternoon, and the ...... in the evening"

"I won't go to the second wing at noon, I have other arrangements. I said, "Who's blowing the brass trumpet?"

"Oh, I know this," said the officer on duty, "the brass trumpet was sent from the logistics regiment, and I found this one in the warehouse, saying that it was not good to beat the drum by the commander's tent, but no one could blow the brass trumpet, so I found a ...... who used to blow the horn."

"Holy!" I dropped my towel and walked out, "I'd better tell him to blow the horn, it's ugly." ”

"Yes!"

I walked all the way up to the viewing platform and watched the teams drive into the playground. With a large army of more than 70,000 people, gathering is not a trivial matter. And what is the basic combat effectiveness of an army, a discerning person can know an approximate idea from the time and state of their assembly.

The brothers all stood at their respective posts and commanded the order of entry of their subordinates with gestures.

The soldiers of the law enforcement regiment ran forward and backward, marking the specific position of each regiment with small flags in their hands. It can be seen that this is another method that Jack has come up with.

After being busy for about half an hour, the two wings of the corps with a total of twenty field regiments were assembled. My 1st Wing is not participating today because there are not enough personnel in these 10 regiments, and they still have a lot to do today.

More than a dozen magicians began to unleash their magic, ready to deliver the sound of the viewing platform to the ears of each soldier.

The officer on duty walked to the front of the stage and shouted, "All soldiers, stand up!"

His voice spread to every corner of the playground, and there was a "whirring" sound of stomping feet on the playground.

The rules of the coalition are really fucking weird, you have to stomp your right foot when you stand upright, and most of these soldiers know "stand upright" and "disband"

"Rush me" these three passwords.

"Report to the Supreme Commander of the Legion!" the officer on duty saluted me, "All the soldiers of the Second and Third Wings have been assembled!"

"Got it!" saluted, "go down!"

"Soldiers of the Ninth Legion!" I said, "we met two days ago, but it wasn't official. So, I'm standing here today for you to see, look carefully, see clearly, and keep it in mind!"

I casually took off my helmet and threw it to the adjutant on the side, letting my black hair sparkle in the rising sun.

"Maybe you don't know what kind of person I am," I said, "it's okay, you don't have to ask, I'll tell you now!"

"I'm only seventeen years old, and my fiefdom is too big for me to manage, and I have so many titles and medals that I have to ...... Why, then, did such a brilliant man come to be your commander!," I said, "not because you are obedient, nor because the Ninth Legion has been entrusted with some noble mission, but because you have no future. ”

"As I said, I am a good man who has come to command you because he has been framed. But," I smiled slightly, "Since I was a child, there have been many people who want to frame me, but young master, I am still alive and well." ”

"I don't want to make any big excuses for you, you should know what this legion is for. No one has ever hoped for you - now we are us. ”

"In the eyes of the entire Divine Alliance, there is only one use for us, and that is to die. Use our bodies to pave the way for the other legions to advance, and use our blood to decorate the glory of the other legions' victories!" I laughed, "It looks like the Ninth Legion has little way to live. Answer me aloud, then! Do you want to die or live!"

Tens of thousands of people shouted, "Live!"

"If you want to live, you have to be obedient! Did you see those officers a few days ago? I'm going to the fucking temple and die!" I said viciously, "As long as you listen to me and do what I command, you will still have a chance to live!"

"Yes!"

"I don't care what you used to look like, you have to make me satisfied with me! You have to train and fight according to the commander's words, and I'll solve the rest of the things!" I said solemnly, "From now on, until the end of the war between gods and demons, we will be together!"

"Yes!"

"I don't have many rules to keep you dizzy," I said, pointing to Jack, "this is your military judge, and he's going to give you military justice now." If you don't violate military law, it's easy to say anything, and if you violate military law, you will report to the military justice department!"

"Yes!"

"I'm a military judge," Jack stood up, "and now declare military law, and everyone in the Ninth Legion must obey it!"

The five military laws announced by Jack are simple: obey the orders of the commander, do not be lazy in training, do not retreat in the face of the enemy, do not leave the ranks without permission, and do not harass the residents.

"It's these five military laws, and whoever commits it will have the same result!" said Jack at last, "Chief Cohen Al Cada has the right of amnesty!"

After Jack finished speaking, I nodded to the Duty Officer.

"Attention regimental officers-" the officer on duty shouted the command, "in order - exit the playground!" (to be continued......