Claude told the story of his conflicts with the veterans honestly. The only thing he didn't tell the truth was how he broke both hands and wrists of the round-faced corporal named Enge. Claude's explanation was that he was queuing up, and when it was about to be his turn to eat, Corporal Enge rushed over and grabbed his chest collar with both hands. And he resisted spontaneously and instinctively, not wanting to be pulled out of the team.
But at that time, he was holding the lunch box in his right hand, and only one left hand wanted to separate Corporal Enge's hands, and the three hands were entangled. And he didn't have the strength like Corporal Enge, so he was pulled out of the meal queue. At this time, because he was dragged out by Corporal Enge, he staggered, lost his balance, and fell to the ground in front of him. He had no idea that this action would cause Corporal Enge's wrists to be broken. He was also shocked at the time.
At this time, Sergeant Jem, who was the first to provoke, suddenly rushed over, grabbed his head and beat him, saying that he was the culprit who caused Corporal Enge's injury. Due to the other party's indiscriminate accusations and indiscriminate beatings, as well as the fact that he had received several severe blows, he suddenly lost his lunch box and got into a fight with Sergeant Jim.
After he knocked Sergeant Jem to the ground, several soldiers who were friends with them came over and saw him, and rushed up to beat him again. But at that time, I was beaten so hard by them that I could only rely on my instinct to fight back subconsciously. Before I finally passed out, I had completely forgotten what I had done and could not remember anything.
Sitting in front of the bed was the military judge who came over to investigate the fight in the cafeteria, Lieutenant Officer Brickland Hesdri. He kept a sullen face and silently recorded the fight described by Claude in a notebook. The incident was written there silently without any questions or reminders.
After Claude felt that he had nothing more to say, he closed the notebook, looked at Claude and asked coldly: "Your story is generally not very different from what the soldiers who watched the entire incident said. There are so many deviations. As the number one student in physical education who graduated from a junior high school, your fighting skills and skills are indeed outstanding, but don’t you think it is too cruel to be so cruel to your comrades?"
Claude smiled bitterly, knowing that he would be questioned for hitting too hard: "I just acted in self-defense instinctively, Billick."
"Call me Lieutenant Sdri." The military judge interrupted Claude.
This world also pays attention to titles. Generally speaking, people are called by their first names, with the suffix of Mr. Madam, Mrs., Miss, or position or title to show a close relationship or a closer relationship. However, using surnames to match each other brings a sense of distance and alienation, indicating that the relationship is not close or familiar, or that the attitude is business-like.
Just like Claude calls the military judge Lieutenant Brickland, putting his name in front of his military rank means that they are comrades-in-arms. The military judge asked Claude to call him by his last name, Lieutenant Sdri, which meant that he did not regard Claude as his comrade in official matters, but as the subject of investigation.
"Well, Lieutenant Sdri, I regret that I had a conflict with the veterans on the first day I entered the military camp and was injured in the fight. But this was not my intention. If you have read my file, then you You should know that I am also an excellent hunter. I have killed large pythons, giant crocodiles, wolves, mountain leopards, wild boars and many other prey.
I say this not to show off, but to explain that whether my attacks are brutal or vicious is not something I can control. This is all an instinctive reaction caused by the experience I gained during the hunting process. You should be able to understand that when facing a ferocious beast, your actions determine your life or death. Therefore, when being attacked by the opponent, my instinctive counterattack is to subdue the opponent as quickly as possible to protect myself from harm. As for whether the other party would be injured, to be honest, I was blinded at that time and never thought about it."
The military judge was silent for a while and then said: "Maybe you can consider giving in. They are both veterans and sergeants. As new recruits, you should respect them and obey their wishes."
"I don't understand, Lieutenant Sdri." Claude retorted: "When I reported for duty, Lieutenant Gilp who received me said to me, Claude, from today on, you are a soldier of the Blue Feather Legion. Corporal Gro, who sent me to the camping tent, also told me that I could use my temporary soldier ID card to eat and bathe in the canteen and bathhouse. But when I was queuing up for food, the veterans told me that I was not a member of the Blue Feathers The soldiers cannot eat there. Could it be said that it is these veterans who decide whether to be the soldiers of the Blue Feather Legion? Lieutenant Gilp has no say."
The military judge was a little embarrassed by Claude's question. Of course he would not admit that Second Lieutenant Gilp had no say. From a certain perspective, he thought Claude was a thorn in the side, even though Claude didn't make any big mistakes in the whole fight. But on the first day he entered the camp, he had a conflict with the veteran. Although both parties were admitted to the treatment center, Claude was one against six. Even with extraordinary fighting ability, in the eyes of the military judge, he still became an instability in the military camp. factor.
"I don't mean that. I just think you can make a slight concession and obey the wishes of the veterans, so that you can avoid conflicts." The military judge thought for a while and then said.
"As a soldier of the Blue Feather Legion, why should I give in?" Claude asked rhetorically: "On the first day I joined the army, because I was in a hurry to report, I didn't eat lunch and was very hungry. After arriving at the cafeteria, in front of More than two hundred soldiers had no objection to my arrival. They thought that I was one of them. When I was about to queue up for lunch, these veterans came in through the gate and asked me to leave. Of course I refused the unreasonable request. Why did they say that I was not a soldier of the Blue Feather Legion? I was not. I refuted them a few words, and they started beating people. Even though I am injured and lying in the treatment center now, I I don’t think I did anything wrong. I don’t regret the so-called serious consequences I caused. I think the injuries of those veterans were their own fault.”
After saying a few words, the military judge stood up without saying a word, put the notebook in his hand back into his briefcase, picked up the briefcase and walked towards the door. Just when he opened the door, Claude stopped him: "Lieutenant Sdri, I have a question, why do those veterans target us recruits who come to participate in the non-commissioned officer training? Some of my comrades in the camp with me are because They have come a few days early, and they can only grab some leftovers to fill their stomachs near the end of the meal time in the canteen every day. If they had gone early, they would have been kicked out by the veterans."
The military judge stood at the door without saying a word. After a while, he turned around and opened the door and left.
The middle-aged pharmacist who was playing with the medicine tube turned around with a smile: "I can answer this question for you, kid."
"you know"
"Of course," the middle-aged pharmacist nodded: "Do you know how many people there are in our Blue Feather Army now?"
"More than thirty thousand." Claude replied: "The soldiers who were standing guard at the foot of the mountain when I came told me that this is not the headquarters of the Blue Feather Army. The camp is to the west of the city of Conigada, where there are three More than 10,000 people.”
Unexpectedly, Claude, who had only been in the camp for a day, knew this answer. The middle-aged pharmacist was stunned for a moment: "You are right, but do you know the news that our Blue Feather Legion will expand its recruitment by the end of the year?"
I really don’t know this, Claude shook his head honestly.
The middle-aged pharmacist said proudly: "This time our Blue Feather Legion is expanding its recruitment. To reach full strength, we need to add more than 20,000 new recruits. In other words, there will be more than 2,000 sergeant major and sergeant positions that need to be promoted. Veterans come to fill the vacancies. The Corps has already decided that sergeants will be directly promoted to sergeants and master sergeants, so there are still about 800 vacancies that will be selected from veterans with outstanding performance such as sergeants and corporals, and non-commissioned officer training is aimed at these Conducted by veterans.
Unexpectedly, after this non-commissioned officer training plan was submitted to the Ministry of War for approval, countless people came to the trust to recommend people who wanted to participate in this non-commissioned officer training. The legion is also in a dilemma, because many of them are big shots that the legion cannot refuse and must make friends with. After careful consideration, the legion finally decided to divide the non-commissioned officer training into two batches. One batch is the veterans selected from the legion. They will be trained in Upon completion, he served as Master Chief. The other group is you, the favored recruits who were recommended and sent here, and will become non-commissioned officers after the training.
Because there are more recruits like you, the number of veterans originally planned to participate in non-commissioned officer training must be reduced by half to make room for you. So another assessment was conducted among those veterans, and half of them were eliminated. The veterans who are embarrassing you are among those eliminated, so they are very dissatisfied and take the opportunity to cause trouble for you.
The legion is not unaware of this situation, but in order to appease these eliminated veterans, it deliberately pretended not to see it, so that those veterans can vent their anger in front of you, the new recruits who arrived early. At the same time, it is also a warning to you new recruits. Don't use your family's power to show off in the military camp. In fact, everyone knew that they would not cause a big mess, but they didn't expect that you, a stupid young man, would send six veterans to a treatment center on the first day you joined the army. When the matter gets serious, it will end badly, and the higher-ups will be anxious.”
Looking at the middle-aged pharmacist who was gloating about the background and the whole story, Claude felt dumbfounded. Uncle, why are you so happy? It seems that you are happy to see the Legion in such trouble and don't know how to deal with this matter.
Claude finally understood why the military judge who seemed cold but biased in his words had such an attitude towards him. If the mess fight he caused was not handled well, the recruits who were participating in the non-commissioned officer training and those who were being treated would be in trouble. Rivalry develops between eliminated veterans. But he had made his attitude clear and refused to admit his mistakes. This made the Legion, who was eager to find a way to step down, feel very embarrassed. Who told those veterans that they couldn't win even one of the six fights, and they were still injured so seriously
At this time, the door was pushed open, and the medical soldier named Bell came in carrying a large basket. Arriving at Claude's bed, he took out a large bowl of oatmeal from the basket. Seeing Claude's suspicious eyes, Bell became anxious: "Man, brother, I swear I washed my hands before going to the cafeteria. Don't worry. Look, I even asked the boss of the kitchen to specially cook your bowl of oatmeal. An egg is added to it. Smell it and see if it smells good."
It does smell like eggs, but Claude doesn't understand why the boss in the kitchen would be so kind as to add an egg in it.
"To be honest, man." Bell mysteriously approached Claude's ear and whispered: "Actually, you injured Jim and the others. Many people in the military camp are happy, including the boss in the kitchen. Because they have all suffered this A few veterans bullied us just a year or two before we entered the camp. They kept pretending to be seniors in front of us, yelling at us to do this and that for them, and beating us if we didn't get what we wanted. So many people I hate them in my heart.
This time you sent them to the treatment center, and many of them were very happy. Just like the boss in the kitchen, as soon as I told him that you were awake and there was nothing serious, he happily beat an egg into your porridge. In the past, when Jim and the others were on guard duty at night, they would often go to the kitchen and ask for food and drink in the name of making midnight snacks. If they didn't get it, they would beat them. So this time when they saw you beating them up, they were all very excited. Happy. "
Claude was not used to being so intimate with Bell, but he couldn't move his body yet. He had to be fed by Bell even to drink porridge, and he could only let Bell whisper in his ear.