Chapter 8 Recruit Training 2
With a cross tied behind his back, Makarov stood upright in agony. "What is the use of training like this in fighting pirates? What the hell is going on!" He was already complaining in his heart. Countless times.
He wanted to turn his head to see what state the person next to him was in, but he suppressed the thought as soon as it appeared. Several unlucky guys had already been killed by Claude for making small moves while standing in a military posture. Knight, oh no, it was Major Claude who repaired it severely and was also punished without eating. He didn't want to go hungry.
The new lord is really weird. Makarov continued to complain in his heart, doing some weird things, such as standing in a military posture, kicking forward, and even those officers who were knights were forced by him. Practice like this.
Oh, it’s okay not to mention it. When he thinks of kicking forward, Makarov feels extremely ashamed. That strange posture still makes him blush. Fortunately, he is not training in the town, otherwise he would not be able to do it. Make the folks laugh out loud.
It is estimated that the little lord is still a patient with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. His requirements for "neatness" and "unification" have reached a perverted level. When playing goose and running, he only requires that the team cannot break up, the steps are uniform, and the movements are neat. However, It would be too much to even fold the quilt into four squares.
If the little lord hadn't personally demonstrated how to fold and guided the soldiers who made the wrong folding method step by step, Makarov once suspected that the little lord was deliberately making fun of them.
The only normal thing is the assassination training conducted every morning or afternoon, which is personally guided by Major Claude. In Makarov's view, this is the only way he can go into battle to kill the enemy and save his life. They all listened very carefully to the major's explanation and practiced hard.
Of course, despite all the complaints in his heart, Makarov is still very, very, very respectful and even grateful to the little lord, not only because he has eaten meat twice this week, but there is another The more important reason - the lord actually taught them how to read!
Writing, most civilians do not have the opportunity or financial resources to study systematically in their lifetime. Of course, there are still many civilians who know a lot of characters, such as those who are engaged in professions such as businessmen, bards, and noble servants. They must be literate, but the number of these people is simply a handful compared to the huge civilian population.
In some remote areas, writing is no different from legendary magic in people's perception. Only nobles and servants of gods can learn it. Many civilians' lifetime literacy is limited to being able to recognize their own names. More Many civilians cannot even reach this level.
Not only in the human kingdom, I heard that in the prairie, many orc tribes tie ropes into knots to record events.
Makarov can still clearly recall that when the little lord announced that he would hold a "literacy class" and spend time in the evening teaching everyone how to read and write, the incredible expressions on everyone's faces and Major Claude's A mouth that was so startled that a goose egg could be stuffed into it.
However, many soldiers actually think that they are just serving as soldiers to eat food and do not need to learn to read. They are really a bunch of fools who are willing to degenerate and do not seek to make progress. Makarov secretly despises him. He is different and does not want to be so ignorant. for a lifetime.
Suddenly a whistle sounded, and then the battalion commander Major Claude's loud order was heard: "All troops gather!!!".
Makarov immediately discarded all thoughts and moved closer to the "paceguard" in front of the major, standing shoulder to shoulder with the people in the same row. After a week of training, this has almost become a conditioned reflex.
"Take a break!" the major continued to order.
Then the little lord came over and began to speak.
"Soldiers, you have made great progress this week, which makes me very pleased. Now your military posture has reached the standard I require. I declare that you do not need to stand in military posture in the future. The cross is tied."
After a pause, he nodded with satisfaction when no one cheered.
"However, you still have shortcomings. According to Battalion Commander Claude, many people's assassination skills are still unclear. They cannot fight against the vicious gangsters like this. You must continue to practice diligently in the future. Sweat more and fight more. Shi Shao is bleeding!"
"Isn't it because, Lord, you waste half of your training time on standing in the military posture and kicking forward?" Many people complained secretly.
"And your housekeeping. Every time I speak, I emphasize paying attention to personal and collective hygiene. This is the last time. If I find that there is littering in the tents of any class again, I swear. Let their entire class run around the camp to death."
"Now, I have good news to announce. I asked Butler Philip to customize uniforms for us, and they were shipped here today. Give it to everyone and put it on immediately."
Then, under the arrangement of officers at all levels, everyone stepped forward to receive their military uniforms. The military uniforms are designed based on the Eighth Route Army uniforms from the previous life, but the color is dark green. In addition to the tops and trousers, there are also hats, leather belts, shoes, foot wraps and leggings. In addition, there are also a batch of military uniforms with the colors of the previous life. The epaulettes with rank marks can be fastened to the shoulders with buttons.
After each of the soldiers received two sets, they changed their clothes. Since all the people present were old men, they had no scruples.
After all, these military uniforms were made in a hurry. In order to be worn by the entire army, they were made in larger sizes. Many people wore them fatter, but compared to the ones they originally wore. The patched tatters immediately raised a person's spirit to more than one level.
After changing clothes, they reorganized into the team. Although no one spoke due to discipline, the excitement of the soldiers could still be seen. It seemed that the new clothes had greatly improved their morale.
Claude was filled with emotion as he looked at the square formation that had repositioned.
A week ago, these people in front of me were still a bunch of undisciplined farmers, and some of them couldn't even tell the difference between left and right, but now they are standing and sitting, and they are giving orders and prohibiting them.
If it was before, not to mention other aspects, it would have been unimaginable just to assemble at such a fast speed. Now this team has a hint of the momentum of a regular army just by looking at the surface.
No, the regular army of the kingdom cannot reach this level. After putting on the new military uniforms, in terms of uniformity, only the royal honor guard that I have never seen can match it. He now slowly understood why the count spent so much time on training that he had previously thought was meaningless.
Claude thought to himself: "The only drawback now is that nearly half of the people have never seen blood."
Paul told Claude to continue training according to today's scheduled plan. Then he led the servants who came to deliver the military uniforms into a tent guarded by internal guards.
"My Lord Earl, all the things you want are here. This is the first batch. The remaining Butler Philip is still collecting it. It will take some time."
"Excellent, these can satisfy the current situation. We need it, but we still have to hurry up with the rest."
There were boxes on the ground, and the tent was filled with the smell of sulfur. He looked at it all with satisfaction, and then asked: " Where are the people I want?"
The servant replied respectfully: "They are waiting in the tent next door."
"How are they all reliable?"
"Please rest assured that they are all loyal people like me who have served the Lord's family for generations. Butler Philip has personally tested them."
"Very good, Ron, in the future, supplies will be delivered here by You are responsible, and I will not treat you badly. But remember, you are not allowed to reveal anything here to anyone, understand? "
"I understand, I understand. The Lord swears that he will keep his mouth shut, and if he leaks a word, he will send me to hell." Ron immediately swore to the sky.
"Okay, you go back first and remember what I said."
(End of this chapter)