Looking at the nearly 2,000 soldiers who were obviously slaves, and the 100 elite soldiers transferred from other armies, I was confused. If they were just trying to show off to me, then there was no need to send the 100 elite soldiers. The 2,000 miscellaneous soldiers would have put me in a desperate situation. Moreover, these 100 soldiers were obviously very obedient. Not only did they not show any dissatisfaction, they were even very cooperative, which was evident from the fact that they reported to me immediately after lining up.
Looking at those rubbish soldiers, and thinking about the fact that they will be sent out in a few days, my head is about to explode. It is absolutely impossible to make them regular soldiers for the time being. Not to mention the lack of time for training, it is even too late to make them understand military discipline and regulations.
Without combat effectiveness and military discipline, what's the point of them going to the battlefield? They are not even qualified cannon fodder. At least cannon fodder can still affect the enemy, but these garbage may drag down their own army.
Thinking again about this military operation and the possible situations that might occur, as well as the role that my skills could play, I made up my mind.
After calling the group of soldiers to the squadron leader, I directly appointed him as my deputy and sent 40 of them directly to serve as the squadron leaders and deputy squadron leaders of all levels of those garbage. The 20 squadrons and 200 teams were divided into two brigades, the transport force and the attack force according to their previous work.
After half a day of busy work under the assignment of those elite soldiers, I finally saw 200 teams lined up in a twisted manner on the training ground, waiting for my speech.
For their lives, for the lives of my own soldiers, and even more for my own life, I decided to use the fastest method to turn this group of civilians into a group of disciplined soldiers, even though this is indeed a bit cruel. . . . .
"Now, I will first announce the military discipline for you new recruits. It is very simple, there is only one rule, that is, anyone who disobeys the orders of his superiors will be killed!" As soon as I finished speaking, the scene immediately became noisy. Some people were whispering, some were excited and indignant, and some were cursing.
"Issue an order from the deputy legion commander. Anyone who does not stop talking within 5 breaths or behaves abnormally will be killed!" Following my signal, Matthew (the captain of the squadron that was transferred here, my current adjutant) immediately read out my order loudly. Following the order, the remaining 60 guards (the remaining members of the original squadron) lined up in a row, ready to take action at any time.
The powerful shouts, coupled with the stern expressions of those elite soldiers, immediately scared away most of the noisemakers. Although there were still some people making noise there, their number had suddenly decreased by a large margin.
Five breaths later, as I shouted "kill", several agile soldiers immediately rushed into the formation. ... After a few brief screams, dozens of heads flew into the sky, and blood splattered all over the heads and faces of the nearby soldiers like a fountain.
Fear spread among the new recruits, and countless soldiers fled in all directions as if they had seen a ghost, screaming incessantly. In the midst of the soldiers' scattering, the 60 guards had returned to my side.
"Within 5 breaths, all soldiers must line up in their original formation. Those who do not follow the order or cannot find their position will be killed!" After hearing this order, all the new recruits were stunned for a moment, and then immediately rushed towards the pile of corpses from all sides like crazy, crying and shouting. Although the scene was more chaotic this time, the efficiency and speed were much different from before. Although there were still a few heads and their bodies moving, at least they had fewer questions and understood the concept of military orders.
After an afternoon of various strange drills, none of the new recruits, or slave soldiers, dared to disobey military orders, but the price they paid was 121 heads. The effect was not only to make them understand the military orders, but also to enable them to firmly identify their comrades and quickly assemble in formation. . . . . .
At night, I began to think about how to make these soldiers who had only undergone the crash course better adapt to the battlefield and maximize their efficiency. Since they are useless in frontal close combat, I will try to make them the special operations force of this world!
As far as I know, building a unit of soldiers that can play a special role in this battle in the shortest time possible might be my better option.
The next day, I went to the military supply department and replaced all my men's weapons with a crossbow and a short-handled hand axe. For a novice, no matter what weapon he used, it would be rubbish. Only with this weapon that required the least skill could he kill the enemy or protect himself at a safe distance; and as for the hand axe, in addition to protecting them in melee combat, I also planned to make them craftsmen, which would definitely be worth the money.
But when I asked for horses from the quartermaster, I was surprised. When I handed the list of 1,800 load-bearing horses to the quartermaster, I could see that his eyes almost popped out. Load-bearing horses, in this world, are generally divided into four categories: the first category, the war horses used by heavy cavalry (80 gold coins); the second category, the war horses used by light cavalry with good endurance and high speed (60 gold coins); the third category, the load-bearing horses, the horses with higher load capacity and better endurance (30 gold coins); the fourth category, the ordinary civilian horses (15-20 gold coins).
"Are you sure you want this kind of horse? Do you know the characteristics of this kind of horse? Do you really want to use these things to fight on the battlefield?" After looking at my list, the quartermaster asked me several times in a row, and later even told me that he could even provide me with the best horses as long as I needed them, which surprised me. Is this guy having a fever? I have no relationship with him, why is he so nice to me? Is the Flame Legion really so rich that it has nowhere to spend money? Otherwise, why must it give me more than 100,000 gold coins for high-end goods when the problem can be solved with more than 50,000 gold coins? Originally, I just hoped to get 500 horses, which was unexpected, absolutely unexpected. But I didn't know that this quartermaster had received instructions from his superiors to cooperate with my orders as much as possible.
After getting hundreds of craftsman's supplies from the quartermaster again, I left the quartermaster's office and headed for my own barracks under the quartermaster's strange look.
From that day on, the barracks where I was stationed were filled with the screams of tortured recruits during the day. At night, until late at night, there were clanging sounds, which made the entire Flame Corps restless. . . . .
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