Rebirth: Romania Rising

"Citizen Mistry of Dobrich, come and report."

In the early morning of the next day, before the morning fog had completely dissipated, Mistry arrived outside the gate of the Romanian garrison camp. After announcing his purpose in a loud voice, he tried to raise his head so that the soldiers guarding the door above could see his face clearly.

Mistry was wearing coarse cloth clothes that had been washed until they faded, and he was carrying a bag with worn-out pens and paper inside, which he used on a daily basis.Although the camp will definitely provide him with everything, he still brings it with him to be prepared.

It also contained his meal for the day, which was black bread that was so hard that it broke his teeth. Although Kirill thought that he should be able to eat with the soldiers in the camp, he still let him take it with him.

The soldier guarding the door was very cautious because he couldn't understand what Mistry was saying and didn't know who he was, so he asked someone to report him.Taking advantage of this gap, Mistry also carefully observed the Romanian military camp.

This is the most mysterious place in the eyes of the citizens of Dobrich for more than half a month. Not only is it tightly guarded, no one is allowed to approach it, and even the troops inside rarely come out.

I saw that the camp gate was tall, and although the entire camp occupied a small area, it was surrounded by tall and strong wooden stakes. Looking up, I saw that the soldiers standing guard looked solemn, and no one was secretly deserting.

When Mistry arrived, they happened to be changing the guard. The soldiers with dew on their guns yawned and left, replaced by their comrades who were refreshed after a night's sleep.

The sentry didn't let Mistry wait long. Not long after, the camp door opened, and Gruul, who knew foreign languages, came out and said to him: "Mistry, you came so early,"

It was just after sunrise, and the sky was just getting bright. Mistry had indeed arrived quite early. He was just embarrassed to say that he had deliberately chosen the time to see if he could join the army's breakfast.His family is poor and has no choice but to worry about every meal. Mistry is not the kind of person who would rather starve to save face. He has flexible moral standards.

Druel did not disappoint Mistry. He said that Victor had just gotten up and was taking the soldiers for morning exercises. After the training, they could eat.

"Run for morning exercise?"

Mistry had never heard of this word, but after following Gruul into the camp, he could faintly hear shouts coming from the camp.When the two of them walked to the open space where the farm had been converted into a military camp, the Sheriff Victor whom they had seen yesterday was standing here. With his hands behind his back, he supervised dozens of soldiers standing in several rows, carrying rifles on their backs, and surrounding them. Running in the open space.

Victor also saw Mistry, but he just nodded towards him and did not come over.Mistry also took the opportunity to observe the scene in front of him. He had no experience of military camp life in the past, so it seemed fresh to him.

What's more, these simple and strong-looking soldiers in front of them are currently Bulgaria's biggest enemy: the Romanian army.

He was born in Bulgaria after its independence. During those years, Bulgaria was almost invincible.The War of Independence further away: the Battle of Vilna. The Bulgarian army fought with the Turkish army for two days near the city of Vilna, and finally won a complete victory, annihilating nearly [-] enemies;

In the Battle of Chevumbar, Bulgaria occupied the Chevumbar Fortress, and used it as a springboard to encircle the Ottomans from multiple directions with three partial divisions, capturing countless small and large counties; in the Battle of Diliman, Bulgaria captured the Diliman Fortress. , to defend the vast territory in the south...

More recently, in last year's Balkan War, Bulgaria captured Macedonia, Marvar, Kilkiris, Adrianople and other cities, and its troops were directed at Constantinople. The Ottomans could only humiliate themselves and sue for peace.

That year, Mistry was only 19 years old. Because the fruits of victory flew to Bulgaria too fast, the negative impact of the war did not reach his hometown.

Since then, the Bulgarians have become completely arrogant, and their territory has become unprecedentedly large. They have become a major overlord in the Balkans, known as the "Prussia of the Balkans". They have turned their backs on their promises to return and exchange land to their allies. .

There is no way, Bulgaria has fallen into madness. When the Second Balkan War is brought back to reality, I am afraid that it will lose its backbone and be afraid of being beaten by the anti-Bulgarian alliance, so it will cover its face and never dare to say anything wrong.

So other than those early summers, Mistry's teenage and young adult years, war was fairly rare.Therefore, Bulgarian civilians of his age have no chance to meet Romanians. Their impressions of the Romanian army mainly come from the stories of former veterans...

Mistry remembered that last year, when he was driving in a carriage, there was a veteran who liked to show off his medals. Sometimes he would tell him about the first Balkan War and comment on the armies of various countries.

The veteran talked a lot, but unfortunately he didn't understand the military, so Mistry only remembered the words that impressed him the most. "The Turks surrounded the coalition forces, cut off their food, grass and ammunition, and their attacks became more and more frantic... Fortunately, the Balkan countries were united and defeated the Turkish army even if they did not understand the language. It would be great if the Balkan countries could abandon their past grievances and live in peace."

Bulgarians are not afraid of war, and their military exploits to win land are deeply ingrained in their bones and passed down from generation to generation.From generals and marshals to soldiers and civilians, everyone is warlike.So the king and nobles thought that if they kept fighting, Bulgaria would be able to continue to expand.

It's a pity that at the end of the fight, the former allies' armies could not avoid turning around and giving the country a blow. Looking at the situation of this war, the anti-Bulgarian alliance was determined to dismember Bulgaria.

With the cession of territory and compensation imminent, the princes, generals, ministers, and czars knelt in front of churches and palaces and wept, regretting their foolish short-sightedness, but ordinary people like Mistry had to think about what to do in the future in the new order under Romania. Where to go.

Recalling the past, Mistry couldn't help but feel a little lost, but found that the training of the Romanian soldiers had ended with deafening orders.

Victor took the cloth handed over by Alexei and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He did not show too much enthusiasm for Mistry and just asked him to have breakfast with everyone.

……

We ate in the courtyard of a big house, which was originally a wealthy family's home and has now been converted into a special kitchen.

Victor arranged for five people to be responsible for washing vegetables and cooking, which was equivalent to a cooking class. Fresh vegetables and meat were purchased from the market in Dobrich.At this time, Victor arranged the first task for Mistry.

"Mistry, from now on, you will go to the market with the team entering the city to buy dishes and meat every day. What you want to buy and how much of each item will be written on paper. The soldiers don't speak Bulgarian, and the vegetable sellers don't. To read, we can only make gestures with each other, which is very inconvenient. It will be much easier if you come to help."

When Victor did this, it was not that he had nothing to do and let Mistry run errands here and there.

It's because today's Mistry has a high vision but a low hand. He has never found a job to support his family in 20 years. He is still a bastard who can't carry his shoulders or lift. He can even be injured when carrying firewood.

Much like those college students in later generations who have just graduated and entered the society, with high ambitions but unable to do anything. In his small camp, there is nothing big to entrust to Mistry, so he should start with small things first.

He also happened to want to see if Mistry, besides being eloquent, good at acting and creating characters, could do something practical.Big scientists, big capitalists?That was him in the future, and there was still a long way to go between him and him now.

……

Victor asked Gruul to tell Mistry about the messy trivial matters in the army.

Only then did Mistry finally understand that what he had to do was not only clerical work, but also many chores.He didn't think it was humiliating, but readily agreed.

I work in a factory, and it’s extremely hot in the summer. I have to work overtime every day, and my boss checks on me and scolds me. I can tolerate it just to make a living.Now, aren't we just helping the army buy food and write? What does this mean?

Anyway, I only need to use my words and pen, and leave the physical work to the strong soldiers.The vegetables in South Dobroga are no different from those in Romania, but the main ones are all there, such as cucumbers, eggplants, carrots, and onions, which are common in the Balkans.

When the soldiers were stationed here, they couldn't always eat just bread. Victor would occasionally add food for them and buy some meat to make a big pot of soup.

Soon, the aroma of food wafted over, and several soldiers came up carrying large wooden barrels with hot soup in them.

At this time, Mistry saw the treatment in the military camp for the first time.

Victor is an officer and his treatment is better than that of ordinary soldiers.He did not deliberately engage in "officers and soldiers eat and use the same thing", but under the envious eyes of everyone, he received two rolls and spread them with butter.I picked up a plate of jam, soup with tomatoes and eggs, and even ordered some ham.

"Because Victor is an officer and a local governor, so he is naturally different from a soldier." Gruul explained the reason for this "unfairness" to Mistry.

In the end, Mistry received half a piece of bread and a bowl of vegetable soup with a hint of oil. It was almost the same as their family's food, but at any rate, it was enough to fill him up.For someone with a poor background like Mistry, being able to earn a living is not bad.

"Strictly speaking, according to military law, you are not a soldier, and you cannot eat any military rations." Gruul said to him mysteriously, and then laughed:

"But the chief said, anyway, we are eating food sent by the Zhivkov family. Bulgarian food is nothing if you don't eat it, so it doesn't matter if you have one more." Mistry laughed together, but in his heart Somewhat strangely, his identification with "Bulgaria" has not been completely erased.

For the first time, Mistry experienced the strict hierarchy in the Romanian army at close range. If you want to change your status and treatment, you must perform meritorious service. Meritorious service means you need to kill more enemies to gain military merit. The combat effectiveness of such an army can be imagined.

Mistry swallowed the last bite of bread. For some reason, he recalled the words of the veteran and said to himself: "Romania attaches great importance to soldiers and recruits new recruits. They will start with teaching formation drills and basic cultural courses. The most important thing is Combat skills allow every soldier to practice target shooting. Select the best-performing recruits to serve as elites. Elite legions can travel hundreds of miles a day, and the state allocates land, houses, and pensions for soldiers to fight desperately."

"So in Romania, wars often belong not only to the kings and nobles, but also to countless grassroots soldiers. The military will be rewarded for their merits, and the rewards will be generous. Who doesn't want to perform meritorious service on the battlefield?"

"Bulgaria is different. Bulgaria has a sparse population and a poor country. The people have narrow ways to make a living and live in poverty. The king is also cruel and harsh to the people, with severe punishments and various taxes with clever names, so that the king only needs to use a little land. If you are tempted, you will mobilize countless troops.”

"Although it has strong mobilization capabilities, it provoked all neighboring countries and formed an anti-Bulgarian encirclement. Bulgaria was not unjustly defeated."

For a moment, Mistry's eyes became eager.For Bulgarian militarists, the failure of the Balkan War caused them to lose their fighting spirit.I'm afraid it will take a long time for them to realize the truth that "no matter how big a country is, if it is warlike, it will perish."

But for ordinary people like Mistry, is it not a new beginning?