The early form of war organization in human civilization was that those with proprietors brought their own weapons, armor and horses to join the army. Such proprietors with political rights were called citizens of the Gumuro Empire and the Guselica Empire called them nationals.

From this period, the commander's ability to boost morale has become very important.

In small-scale combat within double digits, the leader of the Lotus is not as useful as leading by example.

But if a thousand people fight with a thousand people, how can the soldiers willingly follow themselves to hell become a technical job that can determine success or failure.

The simplest and most rude method is "the money is in place and the people are in place."

But money is not a problem, the problem is that there is no money.

War is just burning money, and military strategists throughout the ages have repeatedly emphasized this important test point.

In war, it is rare to be able to be in place on time, but it is normal to not be in place.

Since ancient times, there have been many generals and kings who died of defeat due to the arrears of military pay.

Not to mention the distance, just talk about the nearest. A landmark event of the outbreak of the sovereign war. 38 years ago, the "butcher" Duke Allyn led his troops across the Shady Mountains and attacked the rebels under the Duke's leadership in front of the mountain.

In later generations, Alliance historians will find thousands of metaphysical reasons such as "justice will win, evil will lose" to explain why the Duke of Allyn could beat the rebels all over the ground in the early stage, but in the end they would trap the lonely city and commit suicide.

But in this era, in this era where history is still fresh memories, not the text in the book. All the alliance soldiers who have experienced the sovereignty war know in their hearts why they can win: because the Duke of Allyn has no money.

If Richard IV could pay the Duke of Arlene on time, then the Federal Republic should still be the Duke of the Mountains of the Empire.

The Duke of Aryan, the most capable army commander of the empire in this century, died not by his own sword, but by bankruptcy.

Although money cannot buy a real dead soldier. In the feudal era, as long as your soldiers can be kept full, dressed and received money on time, they were enough to be called famous generals. In later textbooks, they could definitely reserve a seat.

For most of the time in history, the biggest problem faced by officers was never how to convince soldiers to go to the battlefield, but how to convince a group of soldiers who were not full, were not warm in clothing, and were owed wages to go to the battlefield. This was the case with both hostile sides.

At this time, an inspiring pre-war speech is the easiest and most effective method.

A capable officer can make the soldiers rush up with red eyes and screaming in a few words.

The brigade general who is speaking in front of the podium obviously has no such eloquence. He wrote a manuscript very seriously, but he always spoke in the same tone without any ups and downs, like a xylophone with only one string left.

As soon as the brigade general opened his mouth, Winters felt his head dizzy, his eyelids were fighting involuntarily, and his blinking frequency became higher and higher.

The sun was west, and the warrant officers sat in groups of three or four in the small auditorium of the sultry Army Headquarters, and were having a meeting.

This was an introduction meeting, which was originally intended to introduce the internship positions of various departments under the Army to the internship positions.

But the people on the stage were so hypnotic. Winters barely focused his attention, but only heard some tossing and turning nonsense. If Bud hadn't poked him secretly by the side, he would have fallen asleep long ago.

The people on the stage came down one by one, explaining the department they were responsible for one by one. Although several senior officers had spoken, their level was similar to the brigade general at the beginning.

There was a dull atmosphere in the entire auditorium. Not only Winters, but all the warrant officers were drowsy and shaking.

Winters really couldn't stand it anymore. His head gradually dropped and his eyes closed. This time Bud didn't wake him up because even Bud couldn't hold on. As for Andre, he had already let himself go, and if he listened carefully, he could still hear his snoring.

Just as Winters was about to fall asleep completely, a drum sound suddenly came from the podium that was splitting through clouds and rocks.

In the legend, after the wise kings in ancient times killed the evil dragon, they used the dragon skin as the drum face and the dragon bone as the drumstick to make a war drum. They can be heard within a radius of hundreds of miles when beating the drum.

This myth was originally told by Cosa to Winters when she was a child as a bedtime story, but Winters now feels that the drum may be on the podium.

The sound of drums woke him up from his sleep, causing him to sweat in a cold sweat, and he was completely sleepy in an instant. All the trainee officers in the auditorium were suddenly cheered up.

Winters looked at the podium and saw no legendary dragon drum. He only saw a man in school officer uniform smiling and scanning the auditorium.

This man looks like he is in his early thirties, with flag eyebrows, ringed eyes, thin lips. He can only be considered medium among the tall and big officers, but his temperament makes him look taller than everyone else.

Winters stared at the school official in front of the podium. At this time, another drum sound came from the podium. Winters saw it sincerely this time.

There was no drum at all, but the school official snapped his fingers. It was impossible for an ordinary finger to have such a strong sound. The answer was about to come out: this was a spellcaster, who used amplification to amplify the sound of his fingers.

However, Winters was a little strange. In his impression, the amplification technique could only be used to amplify the sounds emitted by the caster's own vocal cords. He had never seen a caster who could amplify external sounds.

Seeing that his methods had captured the attention of all the trainee officers, the school official smiled proudly and nodded.

"Are you all awake? Actually, I was about to fall asleep just now." The voice of the school official was calm and transparent, but it was far beyond the volume of ordinary people when they were talking. Everyone in the auditorium could hear it clearly, and it was obviously the effect of sound amplification.

Winters thought it was not difficult to amplify the sound, but the difficulty was to maintain such a smoothness. Because for the caster, using spells is not as simple as pressing a button to get some effect.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The process of the caster using spells is closer to muscle exerting force. For example, Major Moritz's sound-burning technique releases as much magic as possible in an instant, just like using all your strength to blow a punch, pursuing explosive power.

The school official controlled the volume extremely smoothly through sound amplification, using spells while talking, which was like walking on a tightrope and reciting poems. Ordinary officers may not think there is anything, but for the spell caster, this is simply showing off his skills nakedly.

Winters became interested in this senior caster.

The school official continued to say coldly: "I don't want to waste everyone's time, so I didn't prepare a manuscript, and I had very little to say."

The caster swept all the trainee officers in the auditorium with one hand: "You have graduated from this mainland's first military academy. Those in front praised you as the most promising and brightest young people in the army?"

"The brightest young man?" The school official snorted coldly and raised his voice: "Where is it? Why didn't I see it? All the active officers in this auditorium are your senior alumni, and you'd better be just us!

What is the most promising and future to be an army bureaucrat who lets you sleep like a dead pig when you open your mouth? Each of us has come all the way from where you are now, so I will give you two suggestions as a senior."

This sudden belittlement made all warrant officers in the audience feel in a state of spirit. Many times, the praise is indeed not as attractive as sharp criticism.

The school official raised a finger: "First point, everyone here is making a big splash in their department's work, telling you, it has nothing to do with you. You are just trainee officers. In the next year, you will only do some tricks! Copying reports and changing ink, that's all."

Winters and Bud looked at each other with a wry smile, and the lieutenant colonel beat all warrant officers in the faces.

Then he raised his second finger: "Second point, although you are only responsible for doing miscellaneous work, you are doing miscellaneous work in the most powerful violent mechanism in this continent!

Listen! You will be able to observe how the center of power of the Venetta Army is operating and making decisions at close range. This is an opportunity for officers from miscellaneous squads to be unable to get their lives! If you can't get so close to power and you don't deserve to be an officer, so take off your uniform and get out as soon as possible!

Let's go! Disband! Go and run errands to the school officials and generals! But if the general's wife sends someone to ask the general's schedule for the evening, she will say he will have a meeting. Do you understand? I'm finished! That's it, the meeting will be over!"

The warrant officers burst into laughter, and there was a long and endless warm applause in the auditorium.

"Who is this person? Which department boss?" Winters clapped hard and asked Bud.

Bud turned the notebook forward one page: "Lt. Col. Field Drums."

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Later that day, at supper, Aunt Cossa and Elizabeth's cousin were busy in the kitchen, while Antonio and Winters were setting up the dining table.

The generals were yelling at the kitchen door, refusing to leave, and could not enter, so they could only lie at the door and lick their hair to make their fuck.

"How will this afternoon be held? Who do you want to go to for an internship?" Antonio asked Winters while dividing the cutlery.

Every year, warrant officers who return to Veneta hold such a meeting, with the purpose of letting the intern officers who are just starting out of school understand the most basic structure of the Veneta Army, and then the warrant officers choose which department to go to for internship.

Although it is a voluntary choice in theory, if there are too many applicants in a certain department, the department will select several trainee officers, and other applicants will be diverted to departments where no one applies, and the trainee officers will be roughly evenly distributed to various departments of the Army.

"I want to go to Lieutenant Colonel Field." Winters answered honestly while posing the plate. He was indeed attracted by the personal charm of the lieutenant colonel.

"Feld Drums?" Antonio was slightly surprised.

Winters nodded: "Yes."

Antonio was amused by the name, and he said happily: "That's a famous thorn. Zio yelled every day to throw him into the war history. If he weren't a spellcaster, he would have been sent overseas."

"Maybe it." Listening to his uncle's joke that he might become his superior lieutenant colonel, Winters felt it would be better to listen honestly. He scratched his head and said, "I just think Lieutenant Colonel Field is more sincere."

"Dare to say anything, but it's not sincerity?" Antonio's tone had no derogatory meaning. He just thought this matter was very interesting.

After the two of them put on the tableware, they sat down and waited for the dishes to be served.

Antonio opened a bottle of wine, but since Winters saw Major Moritz's situation, he was afraid of alcohol, so he just drank water.

Winters carefully recalled the performance of the lieutenant colonel at today's meeting and said, "Actually, I may not be able to succeed. Lieutenant Colonel Field is very popular today. I want to apply for his place."

"Then do you want to go?" Antonio took a sip of wine and asked his nephew lightly.

Winters nodded repeatedly: "Of course I want to."

"Then go, it's good to exercise." Antonio said with a relaxed tone.

Winters' eyes lit up. He understood his uncle's meaning, so he was a little impatient: "I have a friend who is from the cavalry department and has applied to Lieutenant Colonel Field. Can you...?"

Antonio did not think it was offended at all and said with a smile: "Then let's go together, what's your friend's name?"

"Bad, Gerald's Bud."

Aunt Cossa came out with a basket of cut bread. When she saw two men in the family drinking and chatting, she was so angry that she slapped her uncle in the back: "You are free, and you have to set up a tableware and start drinking. Come and help with the work."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Antonio and Winters were driven toward the kitchen by Cosci. Antonio seemed to remember something, and tilted his head and asked his nephew: "By the way, you won't know which department is the boy Field responsible for, right?"

"It seems like it's M or something. I didn't hear it very clearly. Lieutenant Colonel Field himself didn't say it." Winters was embarrassed to tell his uncle that he was about to fall asleep at that time.

"Haha." Antonio patted his nephew's shoulder: "It's MP, Military Police."

"What? Military Police?" Winters is of course familiar with the military police. Isn't it just a military academy picket? It's not a popular role.

"Dad, take this, brother, take this." Elizabeth assigned tasks to the two men and went to work hard to do something else.

Antonio and Winters each picked up a deep iron pot, which stewed meat and soup. The stew tasted very fragrant, but Winters was completely out of mind: "Lieutenant Colonel Field is responsible for the military police?"

"To be precise, Field is only the head of the Gendarmerie Department of the Venetta Army Headquarters." Antonio explained to his nephew carefully: "The soldiers of the Standing Legion are in charge of the Gendarmerie of the Standing Legion; if the army soldiers committed a matter in Hailan City, the Gendarmerie of the Security Command is in charge of the Gendarmerie of the Security Command; Field, the Gendarmerie Department, is an overhead agency specially set up for him, and the jurisdiction is very narrow and he basically doesn't care about anything."

After explaining the unknown tricks among them, Antonio asked his nephew: "Then do you still want to go to Field?"

"I want to go." Winters nodded firmly.

"Oh?" Antonio was a little puzzled.

"Lt. Col. Field is a very powerful spellcaster, and I want to learn magic skills from him."

"Then go and learn." Antonio nodded, his attitude was still very relaxed: "Although Field had never done it under my command, he was so angry that he was half-hearted by Zio that he was still unwilling to throw him overseas. He specially set up a free position to keep him at the headquarters. It can be seen that this man must still have some skills."
To be continued...