Romanian Eagle

The next morning, Sodaval and Nisider were awakened by a screeching bell. The two got up quickly and went to the playground after washing up. This is what the foreman told them yesterday. Seeing the crowd standing everywhere on the huge playground, and a row of strong men in white shirts standing beside the high platform of the playground, the two young people hurried over.

At this time, a tall and strong man with a big iron horn stepped onto the high platform and shouted. "Everything is quiet." The crowd quieted down immediately, looking at the people on the high platform, the strong man looked at the crowd below and introduced himself. "My name is Varisi, and I will be your chief instructor for the next two months. I hope you will not miss me in the future." After speaking, the strong man named Varisi looked at the crowd under the stage like a beast. Looking at the fierce and vicious man's eyes swept across the crowd, everyone lowered their heads without daring to meet him.

Satisfied with the effect, Varissy shouted again to the crowd. "All of you must learn discipline before you become workers. That's what we exist for. I'll get rid of your laziness. If you can't get it right, I'll be happy to help, but you won't like it." Later, Varissi took his men and began to train the workers.

During the noon break, everyone who participated in the training had sore backs and legs, and Sodaval and Nisider also found a shade of a tree to sit down and rest with tired faces. "The one named Varisi is better than Mordo of the Baron Mondriva's house." Nisidel said to Sodaval. The Mordo in their mouths is the number one thug of the Baron Mondriva. It is usually not seen that when he defaults on the debt and rent of the Baron Mondriva, Mordo will make the delinquent person regret it for a lifetime. He is a famous person in their local area. .

"Does the Mordo you mentioned have a scar on his forehead?" A voice sounded behind Sodaval and the others. "Yeah how do you know," Nisidor blurted out before looking back. "That's because his scar was in my hands, and he failed the training." The two young men ran away when they saw Chief Instructor Varissy standing behind the tree. "A pair of funny little guys." Varissy looked at the two young men running away.

When the two vigorous young men were being severely drilled, the chief of the general staff was also complaining to his friend Procy. "Can't your school, Procy, train more junior officers? Now it has dragged down the reorganization work. ." The subject of Priesan's complaint was sitting on a chair, stirring the coffee in his hand slowly. As if he was a sipping coffee in a cafe.

Seeing that there were so many Prossies in front of him that he didn't care about, Preshan lost his temper and knew the character of his friend very well. Prosci is the one who gets just right, no more, no less, as long as you don't ask too much. Every time he sees him doing things so slowly, Pleishan wonders how he can be friends with him.

If the outside staff saw this scene, they would think that the chief of the general staff had been replaced. Who in the army does not know the prestige of General Preshan, it was brushed out by senior officers one by one. Now on the surface, he is No. 2 in the army. In fact, Preshan, who is in charge of the reorganization work, is now the number one boss in the army. Wherever he goes, he is majestic and his demands must be implemented.

"Puleshan School can only train so many officers, and if there are more, the quality will decline. It's not cost-effective. If there is a shortage, you can ask the crown prince for someone." Prossi complained after drinking a sip of coffee. "These sycophants of the logistics department, even coffee is the best for the chief of staff. You should criticize them." Preshan looked at his friend, dumbfounded. The majestic chief of staff criticized the logistics department because of coffee. Laugh out your teeth.

The chief of staff was aware of Prosci's hints. That's because his friend doesn't know the crown prince well enough, and he doesn't dare to spread the character of the crown prince indiscriminately.

"According to the current tactical requirements, the requirements for lower-level officers are also getting higher and higher. In this regard, you need to rely on your school training and military drills to keep up with the pace of the times.

"Preshan said something serious to his friend.

"I know, but you know that officers with short-term training will not help them improve their technical and tactical level. They are used to doing things according to the original plan, and they will only follow the steps for new weapons and technologies. Yes. It is said that most of the low-level officers are no longer up to the times." Prossi commented on the training officers who were struggling under his own hands.

"Procy, your mouth is still so ruthless." Preshan continued to say while looking at his friend. "I know that the current semi-annual training of low-level officers cannot change the shortcomings of poor technical and tactical skills. You also know that an officer has to study in a school for more than two years before he can play his role. Most of these trainings are now substitutes. It’s best to take military courses from elementary school. Romania can’t wait now, as can be seen from the reorganization of the army by the crown prince.” After explaining, Pulesan gave his friend a hint. In fact, this has already violated the principle of Preshan himself, but no one can say anything about a small change to his best friend.

"Puleshan, you need to increase the funds for me, otherwise I can't guarantee that the officers trained by the school can meet the needs of the army." Principal Prossi finally remembered his mission. For the current principal of the Bucharest Military Academy, it is only natural to have funds. matter.

"Okay, I'll sign your application form. Prossi, you eat and take it here with me, I feel that you are my immediate boss." Preshan laughed and looked at his friend. "So knowing me is your greatest misfortune." After drinking the coffee in his hand, Puluoshan stood up and handed the application documents to Puluoshan. The chief of staff quickly wrote his name on the signature box and handed it to his friend. Prossi looked at the signature and put it away with satisfaction.

"I won't bother you anymore, Presan, goodbye." After saying that, Prossi waved to his friend and walked towards the door. "Goodbye my friend Prossi." The chief of staff also responded by preparing for his work. Prosci walked to the door and suddenly turned around and said something to his friend. "Preshan has too many officers who have returned from training in Germany, which needs attention." After speaking, he opened the door and left.

Preshan knew that with the presence of officers and advisors in Germany, the voices in the army favoring Germany were getting louder and louder, which made him a source of unease. He also knew about Germany's intention to pull Romania into its chariot of. Preshan himself also had a plan in his heart. In the future, these officers who stayed in Germany would be inspected, and those who had forgotten that they were Romanians would be assigned to remote departments. Only those who had their own country in mind could be reused.

No one can control the path of his motherland, Pleishan swears in his heart.