Lord of Industrialization

According to some traditions of the Weisen Army, the meal is also a time for superiors and subordinates to chat, so that they can learn about the conditions of the soldiers at the grassroots level.

Metzger sat in front of Zobel with his own noodles. Before he could speak, Krom immediately said nervously: "Company commander, please don't talk!"

"Last time before the Battle of the Trade Route, you said that my old squad leader's blind date didn't go well. After the war, it turned out that the blind date in his hometown went really badly."

Metzger said angrily: "Oh, it's my fault again. It's not enough that he is thirty years old and has more than twenty girls between the ages of sixteen and twenty dating him. It's him who dazzled him. It's none of my business." What's up?"

"I said a woman's shoe fell from the sky and hit you on the head. Do you believe it?"

Crom subconsciously raised his head and felt relieved when he saw the ceiling of the cafeteria.

Zikr was so surprised that his mouth opened. He had reached the age of marriage in the village. His family was poor and no woman was willing to marry him. Others actually had more than twenty choices. Is there any reason for this?

Metzger noticed where he started to be surprised, and said: "Our army here is different from the previous Legens Alliance army. If you train well and make contributions on the battlefield, you will get a lot of bonuses. Then you will not be afraid of not getting a wife. "

Zikr kept nodding.

Metzger asked him again: "How did you get the idea to sign up for the Army?"

Zikr said sheepishly: "People in the village didn't dare to come. Last year, I found a man who had no whole family but only one person. This year, I drew lots and I got him."

"They're going to regret it," Metzger said with a laugh.

Last year, the military began to require each village and urban community in the three new states to send one person to serve every year in order to deepen the new territory's understanding of the Principality of Wesson.

It’s just that people’s views on the military for thousands of years cannot be changed overnight. Practices like those in Zikkel’s village are not uncommon.

Anyway, the senior officials of the principality are not in a hurry and just take their time.

Metzger asked Zobel again: "Why did you join the army? I heard that wages in the shipyard are much higher than military pay."

Zobel's face blushed slightly, and then he said seriously: "My good friend Caspar went to the Flying Tulip to become a sailor. I heard that he is going to the Naval Academy this year. I don't want to salute him in the future. ”

Metzger nodded and said: "If you want to be an officer, you must work hard now, not only military training, but also cultural classes."

Zobel immediately thanked the company commander for his teachings.

Crom said from the sidelines: "I suspect that he actually fell in love with a girl from the Air Force and wanted to find an opportunity in the army."

Metzger just smiled and started chatting with the rest of his class.

In the afternoon, it is time to tidy up the housework. There are twelve people in each class, one room, six bunk beds, two floors of wardrobes, etc.

Crom taught the recruits how to fold quilts, how to put yellow washbasins and shoes under the bed, and how to arrange towels, cups, and toothbrushes in a straight line on the shelves.

After dinner, Crom went to the company meeting and got back a monthly training study sheet and posted it on the wall.

The veterans took one look at the form and didn't care. It was exactly the same as the old army. The four recruits in the class were very curious and discussed how it was different from the recruit company.

Crome left for a while after posting the form, and returned shortly after with a large bag of potato chips and twelve bottles of happy water.

He asked everyone to bring chairs over and sit in a square, with exactly three people on each side. He also arranged for everyone to sit in corresponding positions.

Everyone sat down and Crom said: "Our class will be divided into four groups of three people, based on their current positions."

There were eight veterans and four recruits in the class. He did not make an average decision. He brought two recruits, Zobel and Zickel. One group was all veterans, and the other two groups were composed of two veterans and one recruit.

Crom ate potato chips after appointing the leaders of each group and said: "Training will start tomorrow. I heard a piece of news. Although our division is a new unit, it will be the first group to be sent to the south next year to fight. The pagan team.”

The high command knows that the dispatch of troops next year cannot be kept secret, so the current propaganda is to find a place in Linhai in the south.

The book-burning incident in the Earl of Valley started the year before last, and the boycott of Wesson goods in many places on the southern coast of the Inland Sea intensified, causing certain losses to the business community.

So everyone believed this excuse. Even the nobles in the Osmaga Empire thought that Queen Anna formed the new army to help Archduke Wesson regain his position and at the same time get a piece of cake from the business in the south.

The veterans' eyes suddenly shone. War meant opportunities. Whether it was to make a fortune or to climb up the ladder, all of them were eager to go to the battlefield.

Zikkel also became excited. Whether there would be more than a dozen women lining up to choose a wife for him after returning home would depend on how much credit he could earn on the battlefield.

But Zobel's face suddenly turned pale, and someone asked him: "What, are you scared?"

Zobel said: "Now the shipyard is mainly building a steam-powered transport ship, without sails, about 600 tons, with two levels of cabins above the deck, which can accommodate people."

"If my guess is correct, we will go to sea on this kind of boat."

"It's just that the center of gravity of this kind of boat is relatively high. When the wind and waves are strong, it will shake a bit, and it is easy to get seasick."

He wanted to go to seaman's school, but he was rejected due to severe seasickness and ended up in a shipyard.

Crom said calmly: "It's okay, just practice more."

He went on to inform about the upcoming training plan, which basically involves getting up every morning and running three kilometers, training on various subjects in the morning, physical training in the afternoon, study time in the evening, half a day off every Friday, and a full day off on Sundays.

Finally, Crom took out a list and showed it to everyone and asked: "What class do you want to sign up for?"

"This year the policy has changed. It is compulsory to learn Southern dialect, at least to be able to quarrel with the locals, so I can only sign up for one class."

Zirkel took the form and rolled his eyes.

He had never had the opportunity to study before. Two and a half months of literacy study in the recruit company could only enable him to master basic vocabulary, and he could not understand half of the words above.

When Crom saw this, he said to him: "You can continue to choose the basic class."

The basic class learns basic Chinese and mathematics. It used to be called a literacy class, but later it was changed to a basic class because it didn’t sound good.

Zikr blushed and nodded.

Zobel looked at the form and said, "I'll study vehicle maintenance. I graduated from a carpentry technical school. I worked in a shipyard and helped build machines for the Air Force. I've done everything from swimming in the water to flying in the sky. It ran on the ground."

Crom and a group of veterans gave him a thumbs up.

"That's good." A veteran said, "I heard in the old army that we will use cars to maneuver as much as possible in the future. It will be much more convenient if there are people in the class who can repair cars."

Another veteran said: "You can take the officer's exam in the future, and you can learn Pulan and mathematics by yourself."

Zobel said a little embarrassedly: "I used to want to be an engineer. Last year I signed up for the correspondence course at Willibald Mechanical College. I am studying both."

"Hey," Crom suddenly became happy and patted his back and said, "I didn't expect there are college students in our class."

"By the way, can you drive a car?"

Zobel's face turned red all of a sudden, and he hesitated for a long time before saying: "Yes, yes, but on the day of the driver's license test, an instructor was knocked into a ditch by me, and I failed."