Following the order from Archduke Julius, the military and political systems of the eastern provinces immediately took action and began operating at full capacity.
Everything was implemented in an orderly manner according to the plan that had been made.
‘Dudu, dudu~!’
The sharp and piercing whistle kept sounding.
Private Moore, the fifth company of the 506th Regiment of the 101st Division of the Eastern Army, couldn't help groaning in pain, and then he held his head tightly with both hands, as if to block out the annoying sound, stood up and walked out
He sat up on the bed.
Moore looked out through the windows on all four sides of the barracks. He saw darkness outside the window, not even a trace of light. He couldn't help but cursed: "I hate this damn whistle."
Judging from the sky, it wasn't even past six o'clock at this time.
The soldiers nearby also woke up from their sleep, shouting and yelling at them.
There isn't a soldier who doesn't hate this damn thing.
Its sharp sound can directly penetrate the brain, even if it is covered with a pillow, it will have no effect.
Many people think this is an invention of the devil.
(Moore can accurately point out that the devil lives in the distant city of Nedel, robbed the beautiful princess, opened a multinational monopoly company, slept on a bed made of gold coins, squandered money like water every day, and lived a decadent life.
An enviable life.)
Although the whistle is not big, with a little effort, it can blow out a sharp, piercing, and painful sound, as if someone has stabbed a needle in the brain.
After the officers got this thing, they felt like a treasure. They tied it up with a delicate lanyard, hung it around their necks, and held it in their mouths every day.
But for the soldiers, this is a terrible nightmare.
It rings every morning when I'm still awake.
When eating, it will ring,
It will beep when you drink water.
When you pee, it makes a noise,
It also makes a sound when you poop...
And as soon as it sounds, no matter what you are doing here, you have to arrive at the meeting point within a minute and a half, and then line up.
Euphemistically called emergency assembly training.
Once he fails to meet the standard, what awaits him is a punishment like hell: running fifteen kilometers, squatting and jumping 500 times, doing push-ups 500 times, peeling potatoes, washing the toilet, scrubbing the toilet...
Moore had some doubts about whether those son-of-a-bitch instructors were perverts who had climbed out of hell. They actually thought up all kinds of ways to torment people anytime and anywhere.
And it's really incredible that I didn't go crazy due to the torture.
At this time, there was a huge chaos in the camp.
The soldiers jumped out of bed one after another, and while cordially greeting the female immediate family members of the officer who blew the whistle, they hurriedly put on their own clothes, picked up their weapons, and rushed out of the barracks.
Fortunately, as the elite troops of the Eastern Legion, they have practiced this torturous and urgent gathering countless times and are all extremely skilled.
Even in the dark night, the soldiers quickly found their positions, lined up in several rows, and stood there quietly, waiting for orders.
Moore even had the leisure to make a low-pitched bet with the brother next to him: "Hey, bison, these son-of-a-bitch officers must be full again and want us to run ten kilometers."
The burly soldier next to him had a simple and honest face. He just smiled at him with bared teeth. In the dark night, those white teeth were dazzling.
Immediately, a young officer's low voice shouted from the side: "Quiet. Don't talk."
Moore rolled his eyes and then shut his mouth obediently. At this time, there would be no good results if he pissed off the officer.
The entire team was silent, and no one made a sound.
What makes Moore a little strange is that at this time, those senior officers should have appeared, holding their canes between their arms and giving lectures like big shots.
He encouraged everyone, and then just like a tired fool, he asked everyone to run for ten to fifteen kilometers. However, after a while, no senior officer showed up.
The other soldiers in the team also discovered this situation and were slightly agitated, but under the constraints of military discipline, no one made a sound.
Even the young officers leading the team felt something unusual and looked at each other in surprise.
After a while, a loud sound of military boots was heard.
"Here we come~!" The soldiers suddenly became energetic and straightened their bodies.
Immediately afterwards, I saw a light coming on in front.
Under the light of the fire and surrounded by a group of officers, a middle-aged officer strode over.
Everyone immediately recognized that this was their regiment leader, Colonel Hinke, an old-school soldier who had risen from the ranks step by step.
Immediately afterwards, a slogan sounded: "Everyone ~ salute ~!"
As the words fell, all the soldiers raised their right hands and beat their chests heavily at almost the same time, shouting: "Long live the empire~!"
Seeing the soldiers' high spirits, Colonel Hinke nodded with satisfaction and then returned the salute.
He paused for a moment, and then said loudly: "Brothers, we have an urgent mission now and must set off immediately.
I can’t tell you what your mission is yet, but I can only tell you that the time has come to sacrifice your life for the empire.”
He wanted to continue saying something, but paused, and then said loudly: "Disband now, you have fifteen minutes to pack your personal belongings, and then set off as a team."
After saying that, he took half a step back, saluted with his heels together, and then turned around and left.
Immediately afterwards, the junior officers of each company roared loudly.
"Quickly, go back and pack your bags."
"Lighten the package as much as possible."
"Except for necessary supplies, you are not allowed to bring anything else."
"..."
Amid their angry shouts and scoldings, the soldiers started to scramble like headless flies. There was a burst of noise in the camp.
The soldiers rushed into their camps one after another, and then quickly rummaged through various things, turning over their beds in a mess, finding all kinds of necessary items, hurriedly packing them and stuffing them into their backpacks.
Although they only carry necessary supplies, the soldiers still pack as much stuff as possible. Who knows when it will come into use.
Fifteen minutes later, they lined up and hurried out of the camp amid the officer's command.
Behind them, only a mess was left in the camp, like a crop field that had been passed over by a herd of wild boars.
Amid the officers' orders, the soldiers all hurried forward with their heads in the moonlight. They were so dizzy that they didn't know the direction at all and just followed the backs of the people in front of them.
They walked until dawn, and everyone was hungry and exhausted. Then an order came to let everyone rest on the spot.
Everyone was immediately relieved, threw away their backpacks behind them, and sat down on both sides of the road.
At this time, a chef had already brought several large basins of soup over and stopped at the roadside. Then he swung a large copper spoon and knocked it on the edge of the basin.
As he was knocking, he shouted loudly: "You little bastards, it's time to eat. Come on, come on. If your hands are quick, your hands are slow, but if you are slow, you won't be able to grab it. I won't care if you starve to death..."
Before he could finish his words, a group of soldiers were already holding their own dinner basins. They swarmed up and surrounded the chef.
The chef immediately became furious, swung his long spoon, banged it on the soldiers, and cursed: "Queue up for me. Get in line. If you don't queue up, no one will be able to eat."
An officer also rushed over and beat and kicked the soldiers who disturbed the order. They were beaten until they screamed and screamed. Only then did order be restored.
Moore was also hungry for a long time, his chest was pressed against his back, and he hurriedly grabbed a bowl of rice. Using the special skills he had learned in the military camp, he grabbed three pieces of bread with one hand. Then he ate them all in the shortest time.
After eating a bowl of hot soup mixed with minced meat, he felt refreshed.
As an excellent soldier, after eating, he naturally became energetic and began to inquire for information.
He looked around, and then asked in a low voice to the person next to him: "Hey, Barr, do you know where we are going?
Look at this stance this time, it doesn’t look like a drill. All the artillerymen in the legion have been pulled out.”
Four carriages dragging dark artillery were parked not far from them.
This is Colonel Hink's treasure, and he usually covers it tightly for fear of being bumped - he has never been so careful about his biological father.
Baal held the hot soup, raised his neck and drank it in one gulp. Then he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, took a breath, and then said: "Who knows, but I guess he went to fight the demons?"
He finally asked a question, obviously feeling very uncertain.
Now the only people on the mainland worth fighting are the demons.
Another person next to him was holding a soup bowl, sneered, and said: "The demons who beat shit, if you ask me, it's probably because our bald old dog can't change his habit of eating shit, so he wants us to take this opportunity to take it out."
Markand City. Even the cannons were dragged out without even looking."
Everyone burst into laughter.
Even if you think about it with your buttocks, you know that this answer is impossible to be correct, but it is well known that Grand Duke Julius has always been obsessed with Samarkand.
Moore looked at the young officer not far away and immediately raised his voice: "Lieutenant Peake, do you know where we are going?"
The officer paused for a moment, turned around and saw Moore and the others, snorted coldly, and scolded: "You're just holding on after eating, right? Don't pry around about military secrets."
After saying that, leave quickly.
Moore smiled and whispered: "This girl doesn't know either."
Everyone burst into laughter again.
At this time, another sharp whistle came.
The officers immediately jumped up and shouted at the top of their lungs.
"gather."
"The break time has passed, let's gather."
"All assembled."
"Line up and prepare to move forward."
"go ahead……"
Amidst the loud slogans, everyone in More dusted themselves off, hurriedly got into the team, and then continued to move forward.
They walked to noon, and when it was time to eat and rest, an officer from the regiment came over and distributed a piece of white paper and a short pencil to each of them.
Moore took the paper and pen and studied it in surprise. He looked over and over but didn't find anything on it.
Then he asked very puzzledly: "Sir, what is this used for? Is it for wiping buttocks? We are honest poor people, but we cannot enjoy this. Only the nobles in the city can afford it.
"
His words immediately caused everyone to laugh.
The young officer also smiled, and then said with difficulty: "This is for you to write a suicide note."
Suicide note~!
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense, and all the soldiers fell silent.
Although Moore was brave, he couldn't help but feel a little heavy in his chest.
Although the other party did not say it clearly, everyone present did not know that this considerate move by the regiment headquarters showed that they were about to engage in a real battle with real swords and guns, and were very likely to die on the battlefield.
The officer paused for a moment. Then he continued: "If you need to tell your family anything, you can write it on it. If you can't write it, you can ask the military chaplain.
Three days later, it will be handed over to your officers. Remember to write down your home address clearly."
After saying that, he saluted everyone and then left quickly, as if he didn't want to stay here any longer.
Looking at his back, Moore opened his mouth, and finally spat angrily and said: "These officials are all just fooling around. After marching all day, I am as tired as my third grandson. I don't have time to write anything."
Bullshit."
Moore angrily threw the pen and paper to the ground.
Immediately, he felt that this topic was too unlucky, so he coughed lightly and returned to the original question. He continued to greet everyone and said loudly: "Brothers. Brothers, there are new rumors. Let's go out this time.
, because the bald boss is so horny that he asked us to go to the Almohad and snatch their Queen back to warm the bed."
All the soldiers and gangsters immediately put pens and papers on their bodies, and then gathered around and started talking.
Life in the military camp is boring and lonely, and nothing interests everyone more than this kind of gossip.
As for writing a suicide note
Naturally, I should write about this kind of thing quietly in the dead of night when everyone is quiet.
The soldiers gathered together and talked about the mountains. They were frothing at the mouth and were very happy. Some said they were going to war with the demons and fight that bastard undead high priest. Some said they were going to fight Parthia. Others said they were going to fight.
Go to Fantino, the headquarters of the Holy See - it is said that the demons plan to attack there, so you need to strengthen your defense.
Although Moore was talking lively to everyone, he still had a suspicion in his mind: that the bald boss planned to stage a military coup and get rid of the current emperor.
It's just that this conjecture was too crazy and too unrealistic, so he didn't dare to say it.
Moreover, looking at the way other people were hesitant to speak, it was obvious that many people also had this conjecture, but just like him, they were too knowledgeable to dare to speak out.
Dare to say such treacherous words, and if the officer finds out, it will not be as simple as running ten kilometers.
The army stopped and went all the way west. In the afternoon of the next day, Moore was walking with his head down when he suddenly heard a loud sound from ahead.
The sound was extremely loud, like the roar of a monster, resounding throughout the world.
Everyone was stunned and looked up one after another, but there was a hill in front of them that completely blocked their sight, making them unable to see clearly.
To be sure, that was definitely not a normal sound.
They were at a loss and looked at the officers beside them.
This is an emergency situation. Should everyone fight, retreat, or find a place to hide?
At this time, an officer rode up on a war horse and urged loudly: "Go forward, keep going. Hurry!"
He roared and rushed forward. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared in front of him.
Everyone was helpless for a while, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue moving forward - the officers were always the most afraid of death. If they dared to rush forward, it meant that there was no danger ahead.
The sound like the roar of a monster kept coming to mind. When they turned around the hill in fear and saw the situation clearly in front of them, they all took a breath of air.
Someone murmured in a low voice: "God of Light, what the hell is that?"
Moore looked up and suddenly felt a chill all over his body.
Not far in front of them, they saw a huge black snake lying down.
It is nearly a hundred meters long and two stories high. It is completely black, and billowing black smoke is constantly spitting out from the top of its head, as if it is breathing.
From time to time, it would roar like an ancient monster.
There was a sudden commotion among the team.
At this time, the strong fighting will of this elite force was seen.
Although no one was directing them, the soldiers shouted in unison, clenched the weapons in their hands, lowered their bodies, and some even raised the bows and arrows in their hands, fully loaded the bow strings, and were ready to shoot at any time.
No one even took a step back, let alone turned around and ran away~!
Because at this time, running for your life will lead to death faster.
Standing on the hill, Colonel Hinke couldn't help feeling proud when he saw the performance of the soldiers.
He deliberately went down without notifying him in advance just to see the performance of these soldiers, and the facts proved that these young men did not disappoint him. They were indeed elite soldiers who had been on the battlefield for a long time.
At this time, an officer at the foot of the hill galloped back again and shouted: "It is forbidden to attack our own people, it is forbidden to attack..."
After hearing this, the soldiers all put down their weapons and stared blankly at the giant snake not far away.
They couldn't figure out how such a monster could be one of their own?
Just as they were hesitating, they saw an officer holding an order flag galloping past again, shouting: "Don't worry, everyone, this is a train from the Flying Eagle Company. Your Majesty has an order, everyone should get on as soon as possible."
car."
Everyone suddenly realized.
Although I don’t know what kind of train it is, I do know that Lord Luo and Erye Lei often tinker with some strange things, such as war fortresses and horse-drawn carriages. I guess this should be one of them.
They walked cautiously to the train and looked at the behemoth in awe. Especially the huge steel front end, which shocked them greatly.
Then, the carriages at the back of the train opened one by one.
Amid the officers' orders and curses, the soldiers climbed up one by one in disgrace.
They looked at their carriage curiously, only to find that it was like a huge stable. The floor, four walls, and ceiling were all made of long wooden boards. There was just a bare board inside, without even a chair.
Everyone could only sit on the floor. After a while, the carriage was packed to the brim.
Moore leaned comfortably against a corner, chuckled at the person next to him, and said, "What train? Isn't this just a large barracks?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud sound outside: "Woo~~~"
Immediately, everyone felt a tremor. Then, they were shocked to find that the carriage started to move slowly.
Moll couldn't help but widen his eyes and cursed in a low voice: "What... what the hell is this thing? It can actually move~!"
At this time, the train continued to accelerate, and then became faster and faster. It rushed towards the west quickly.