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Chapter 31: Shit Captain!
After two days of doing nothing in the barracks, I, the deputy division commander, became a real idle guy. I slept and ate every day, then wandered around the barracks bored, waiting for the damn division commander to assign me responsibilities and powers.
Although I was deeply dissatisfied with the current situation, I could do nothing about it. Who told me that I was a new decentralization? And I was a guy who meant nothing to them.
In the past two days, no matter where I went, I was looked down upon. The entire division~~~ no, the entire legion knew that the Flame Legion now had a useless deputy division commander who knew nothing about martial arts. . . . .
Although I had won back a breath from Murray in the barracks, I now had doubts about how I could lead this army. Regarding war, I was only knowledgeable in some aspects (knowledge gained from books and movies in the 21st century), but I really knew nothing about war, or arranging troops and training soldiers. And how could I make those officers and soldiers who were stronger than me obey my orders and commands? I hope that those guys who were ready to watch the show will not laugh their teeth off.
After a few days, I have almost recovered from the psychological state caused by the murder that day. Until now, I have no regrets. For my future safety, I can only do this. If there is such a situation that may threaten me again in the future, I will kill it as usual and feel at ease.
Finally, after I had spent nearly a week of boring but leisurely time, I finally received a notice from Murray. The messenger told me that two battalions of soldiers were ready for me and were waiting for me to receive them.
As soon as I heard this, I felt something was wrong. Receive? At most, I was asked to inspect and direct. Where did the word "receive" come from? It's not like the goods need to use those two words.
In doubt, I suddenly remembered the situations that officers who were suspected and excluded often encountered when I read fantasy novels before. There are generally two situations. First, all the soldiers are troublemakers, criminals, etc. picked from various troops, but their personal strength is generally relatively strong. Second, it is a super garbage unit composed of the old, weak, sick and disabled in the army.
As for the above two situations, no matter which one it is, I don't want to encounter them. In the above one, I have no ability to suppress them at all. In the second one, I still have a little hope. After all, I am a soldier, and what I can show is definitely not to let them take up weapons and fight the enemy. As long as I use my wisdom and skills, then I may still be able to let them play a role.
When I rushed to the training ground, two legion commanders were chatting in the command room of the Flame Legion. The target of their discussion was none other than the unfortunate me.
"Lord Sack, do you think this will make him feel discouraged? Moreover, those 2,000 people can be killed without a single piece of armor left on the battlefield with just a squadron of light cavalry. Not only will these people be useless in this battle, but they will also have an impact on military discipline and morale. I don't know what you are thinking?" Pavel was still very confused about the actions of his direct superior. Since he had determined that the boy was talented and forced him to come over, he just left him aside. This really puzzled him.
"It doesn't matter. Only by letting him suffer a little can we control him in the future. As far as I know, that guy has been held in the palm of the hand by the 103rd Corps since he entered Carsent's Corps. His authority is even above those division commanders, and there are signs that he has surpassed Carsent. I don't want him to be like that here. If we suppress him appropriately and provoke conflicts between him and those senior officers, then even if he is promoted in the future, he will definitely not have good interpersonal relationships, and he will definitely not be able to escape our control.
Besides this, I gave him those 2,000 men for another reason. I wanted to see how good he was in other military matters, or if he had any other abilities that hadn't been discovered yet. Anyway, the battle is about to begin, and I don't have any hope for their role in this war. After the war is over, I will return to the imperial capital and assign him some qualified infantry. I'll just treat those rubbish as tools for him to practice.
As for the last point you mentioned, I think you don't need to worry. I sent a squadron of personal soldiers to them. There are 100 soldiers whose strength exceeds that of junior swordsmen. They are enough to suppress those rubbish or protect the life of that little guy. "
"I see. I feel relieved then. But what the legion commander said does make sense. So before we return to the imperial capital, let him deal with it on his own and we'll talk about it after we get back." After listening to his superior's explanation, Pavel immediately understood what Sack meant.
"Well, please help me pay more attention to his situation. If he needs anything, I want you to try your best to meet his needs without affecting the combat effectiveness of our main army. If you need money or supplies, just go to that fat pig. I don't think he will dare to refuse us. Humph, he dares to treat ordinary refugees as slaves. Just for this reason, I can chop off his pig head directly..."
When I arrived at the martial arts arena, I had no idea what was happening there. When I saw the so-called soldiers gathered in groups of three or four in the empty martial arts arena, I almost fainted. Are these soldiers? Although they were all strong and powerful, their clothes, their standing postures, and the way they carried their weapons made them look like a group of farmers.
"Gather, everyone, gather..." Looking at this group of guys who were dragging their weapons backwards or carrying weapons on their shoulders, I shouted at them with all my might to assemble.
But soon, I started to feel confused. What kind of people were these? When I called for them to gather, they all stared at me blankly. Some of them even pointed at me and laughed.
Fortunately, a group of people finally gathered there, in neat military posture, with their horses keeping in line, and everyone's face was solemn. After quickly lining up, the first person in the nearly 100 soldiers began to report to me.
"All members of the former 41st Squadron of the 3rd Division, now the 111th Squadron of the 4th Division, report to the Deputy Division Commander."
The loud report did not make me happy, but made me feel dizzy. 111 Squadron, that means this unit is the 11th Battalion. But in the Empire's organization, unless it is a temporary reorganization on the battlefield or other unexpected circumstances, there is absolutely no such organization. So now this situation has appeared, which means that this unit can only be a temporary organization. Add to that the reactions of other soldiers, I really can't imagine...
"Come out and tell me what you did before you got here?"
"Sir, before we got here, we were all mining in the city lord's mine. We were gathered together and brought down the mountain only the day before yesterday..."
Before I finished listening to these words, looking at the more than 1,900 so-called soldiers in front of me, I almost fainted. It’s over. What kind of division commander am I? I’m just a shitty commander. . . . .
Brothers, I will rush to the list tonight. I hope everyone can give me the recommendation votes. I will update again after 12 o'clock in the evening ^O^ (to be continued)