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Chapter 31: Shit Captain!

After two days of idleness in the military camp, I, the deputy division commander, became a really idle guy. I slept and ate every day, and then wandered around the military camp bored, waiting for the damn division commander to assign responsibilities and powers to me.

Although I was deeply dissatisfied with the situation in front of me, I had no choice. Who told me to be the new decentralizer? And I am also a guy who is nothing to them.

During these two days, no matter where I went, I was all over my eyes. The entire division~~~No, the entire legion knew that there was a deputy division commander of Chai Waste who did not understand martial arts at all...

And although I regained my breath from Murray in the barracks, I now doubt how I led this army well. I have only learned a little bit about war (the knowledge gained from 21st century books and movies). I really know nothing about war, or the arrangement of troops and training soldiers. And why can I make those officers and soldiers who are stronger than me obey my orders and commands? I hope that those guys who are ready to watch the show will laugh out loud.

After a few days, my psychological condition caused by the murder that day has almost calmed down. Until now, I have no regrets. For my future safety, I can only do this. Or if this may threaten my situation in the future, I will continue to kill it and feel at ease.

Finally, after I spent nearly a week of boring but leisurely time, I finally received a notice from Murray. The messenger told me that the two brigades of soldiers were ready for me and were waiting for me to accept.

As soon as I heard this, I felt something was wrong. Receive it? At most, I just asked me to review and command it. Where did I get the saying of receiving it? It is not that the two words required for goods.

In my doubts, I suddenly remembered the situations that the officers who were suspected and excluded when I watched fantasy novels were often encountered. There were usually two situations. First, all the soldiers were thorns and criminals picked out from each unit, but their personal strength was generally the stronger one. Second, it was the super garbage unit composed of the elderly, weak, sick and disabled in the unit.

The above two situations, no matter which one, were encountered by me, were not intended. I had no ability to suppress them at all. The second one, I still have some hope. After all, I am a soldier, and what I can show is definitely not to let them use weapons to cut against the enemy. As long as I use my wisdom and skills, I may still let them play a role.

When I was rushing to the martial arts field, two legion commanders were chatting there in the command room of the Flame Legion, and the target they were talking about was the unlucky me.

"Master Sach, do you think this will make him feel disappointed? Moreover, those 2,000 people, on the battlefield, can kill them in a piece of armor without leaving them. These people not only have no effect on our battle, but will have an impact on military discipline and morale. I don't know what you think?" Bavel was still very confused about his direct boss's actions. Since he decided that the boy was talented and forced him to come over, he threw him to the side and cooled him down, this really puzzled him.

"It doesn't matter. We can only control him in the future if we let him suffer a little. As far as I know, after entering Carcent's legion, a guy has been held in his hands by the 103rd legion. His authority has surpassed those division commanders, and there are faint signs of surpassing Carcent. I don't want him to be like that here, appropriately suppress and provoke conflicts between those senior officers and him. Then even if he is promoted in the future, he will definitely not have good interpersonal relationships, and he will inevitably be unable to escape our control.

In addition, I gave him the 2,000 men, and there was another meaning. That is, I wanted to see his level in other military affairs, or his other abilities that had not been discovered. Anyway, this battle is about to begin, and I have no hope for the role they can play in this war. After the war is over, I will arrange some qualified infantry for him again, and the garbage will be regarded as tools for him to practice.

The last point you said, I don’t think you have to worry. I sent a squadron’s personal soldiers to their place. 100 soldiers who are stronger than junior swordsmen are enough to suppress the garbage or protect the little guy’s life.”

"So that's the case, then I'll feel relieved, but what the Legion commander said is indeed reasonable. So before we return to the imperial capital, let him go and talk about it after we go back." After hearing his boss's explanation, Bavel immediately understood what Sacre meant.

"Well, please help me pay more attention to his situation. What needs does he need? I think you will try to meet his needs without affecting the combat effectiveness of our main team. If you want money and supplies, you will find the fat pig for me. I will not dare to refuse us. Humph, if you dare to treat ordinary refugees as slaves, I can directly kill his pig head with this one..."

But when I arrived at the martial arts field, I didn't know what happened there. When I saw the so-called soldiers gathered in the empty martial arts field, I almost fainted. Are these fucking soldiers? Although they are all powerful people of Kongwu, their clothes, their standing posture, and their way of carrying weapons are simply fucking a group of farmers.

"Assemble, let me get together..." Looking at these guys who were dragging or carrying weapons on their shoulders, I used my strength to rush to get together.

But soon, I started to get stupid. Who are these people? When I heard my call to gather, they were staring at me blankly, and some people even pointed at me and smiled non-stop.

Fortunately, a group of people gathered there, with neat military postures, and even the horses under their crotch kept the same line. Everyone had a solemn look on their faces. After quickly completing the team, the person with nearly a hundred soldiers ranked first began to report to me.

"The 41st Squadron of the 3rd Division, now all members of the 111th Squadron of the 4th Division reported to the deputy division commander."

The loud report did not make me happy, but instead made me dizzy. The 111th Squadron means that this unit is the 11th Battalion. However, in the empire organization, unless it is a temporary reorganization of the battlefield or other unexpected situations, there is absolutely no such organization. So now this situation occurs, that is, this unit can only be temporarily composed. In addition to the reactions of other soldiers, I really can't imagine...

"You come out and tell me what you do before you get here?"

"Official, before we arrived here, we were all mining on the city lord's mine. We were gathered together to take it down the mountain the day before yesterday..."

Before I could finish hearing this sentence, looking at the more than 1,900 so-called soldiers in front of me, I almost fainted on the ground. It's over. What kind of division commander am I? I am just a shit commander...

Brothers are on the list tonight, I hope everyone can give the recommendation votes to the lower house. After 12 o'clock in the evening, it will be updated again^O^
Chapter completed!