Reborn: Imperial Officer Promotion Guide

After taking a short rest in the room, Hull went to inspect various parts of the military camp.

Although Hull is still a second lieutenant, he is in charge of the affairs of a lieutenant, and the 4th Squad has been directly placed under his command.

Now, not only the 8th team, but also the other teams' affairs require his attention.

Every day, he needs to travel back and forth between various military camps, confirm the situation of each team, and directly guide their work.

The 4th Squadron has a total of 40 people, divided into ten teams, each with people.

Lieutenant Mosbia retained his rank of lieutenant and took over as commander of Squadron 8.

As for the actual command of the 8th Squadron, Hull handed it over to Warrant Officer Bass (who had been promoted from sergeant to warrant officer).

There is a gap between junior officers and their superiors that can never be crossed.

Even a talented officer like Warrant Officer Bass is no exception. The rank of Warrant Officer has reached its limit.

At least under the existing imperial system, promotion cannot be made as an exception.

After inspecting squads 1 to 7, Hull came to the training ground of squad 8, which he was most familiar with.

The soldiers of Team 8 were carrying out their daily training, still following the training program previously set by Hull.

After nearly two months of training, the daily training of Team 8 has reached a level that would make Hull nod his head.

But even such commonplace routine training seemed to be mixed with strange notes at this moment.

Hull frowned and looked towards the core of the discord, locking onto the location where the unusual noise was coming from in the performance.

"Alas... As expected, I still can't stand that gentleman..."

Hull watched for a while without getting angry. He was repeatedly hit hard by Lieutenant Mosbia's performance...

This was not the first time Hull had seen Lieutenant Mosbia perform in training these days.

To be honest, he didn't expect that for a full ten days, that gentleman would remain true to his original intention and persist in being himself to such an extent.

So much so that Hull found himself being shocked by the same person so many times in one day.

Not to mention anything else, he couldn't even control a warhorse freely, and his riding skills were hard to describe.

For an army officer, horse riding is a basic skill that must be mastered on the battlefield, and it directly affects one's life and death.

Less than a kilometer away, he couldn't even swing his sword accurately on horseback...

Those scarecrows seemed to have full dodge skills, or was Lieutenant Mosby related to those straws? Was he reluctant to destroy public property?

——Otherwise, how did he manage to hit nothing every time?

Hull also had to admit an astonishing fact: it turned out that Lord Mosbia was not an elite magician with high combat power at all.

It is not possible to drastically improve the coordination of the body by simply mobilizing the magic power in the body.

Why did I make such a stupid guess...

And how could he still be alive on this battlefield today? It's simply a miracle.

Given the talents Lieutenant Mosbia had shown, even Hull couldn't figure out how he had passed the general officer examination.

Could it be that the magic power has degenerated?

This shouldn't be the case. It's not like he's been imprisoned, starved for years, or abused.

After being stationed in such a border war zone for many years, even if he is in poor condition, his magic power shouldn't be so weak, right?

To put it simply, Lieutenant Mosbia's current level as an officer is completely below the level of second lieutenant.

Hull also bluntly asked Captain Lorenzo: "How did such an incompetent guy like Lieutenant Mosbia get the position of lieutenant?"

The answer was simple.

Lieutenant Mosbia's family is a 9th-rank upper noble family.

He has low intelligence, sinister character, lacks common sense, has poor abilities, and has no tolerance for others. How could such a fool become a lieutenant?

Even the officers on the front line are like this, to what extent have the roots of the empire been rotten?

Hull shook his head, smiled bitterly and continued to rush towards the 9th Team’s base.

The last one is Team 10.

After a round of inspection, Hull returned to the training ground of Team 8.

After all, the 8th Squad was a unit that he had carefully trained. If a major war broke out next, the 8th Squad would be the spearhead under Hull's command.

Hull was also particularly concerned about the combat effectiveness of this unit.

After inspecting the troops, if I evaluate each unit as a whole, even though I have seldom asked about it directly during this period, I find that Team 8 has better coordination and more momentum than the other teams.

None of this is possible without Warrant Officer Bass.

Such a pleasing training made Hull pay more attention to the extremely prominent noise over there - Lieutenant Mosbia.

Hull couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

If he directly interfered with the troop training, it might weaken Warrant Officer Bass's control over the troops, but Hull was a person who would not tolerate any sand in his eyes. At this point, even if he wanted to consider Warrant Officer Bass's feelings, he couldn't do it.

Hull dismounted and walked to the team members. He waved his hand and told them to continue training and not to worry about him.

They already knew Hull's behavior and attitude, and Warrant Officer Bass and the other team members tacitly chose to obey.

Hull walked straight up to Lieutenant Mosbia and said, "Lieutenant Mosbia, can you tell me why I have not been able to freely operate the warhorse until now? It has been ten days."

"What? You kid! Are you here to pick a fight on purpose? Can't you see how hard I've tried?! Are you here just to laugh at my joke?"

Hull lowered his head and sighed: "Lieutenant, is this your attitude?"

"What?!"

Lieutenant Mosbia looked at Hull in disbelief, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

"Lieutenant, you are an officer. Hard work cannot be an excuse. You must produce results. To command soldiers on the battlefield, this is the most basic of the basics. You don't even have this awareness, do you?"

"You...it's easy for you to say, but it's not that easy to do."

Hull sighed again: "This is the second time. If you talk to me with this attitude again, I will punish you with a cane the third time."

Hull thought he had been lenient towards his former superior by allowing his subordinate to make three mistakes in a row before imposing punishment.

In the past, this was an unprecedented level of tolerance, and could even be considered soft-hearted.

What could he do? Captain Lorenzo had ordered him to show mercy to Lieutenant Mosbia.

Obeying the orders of superiors is a soldier's duty.

"Lieutenant, I have repeatedly reminded you and emphasized the profound meaning of your attitude towards me. Do you know what it is?"

"...How would I know that?"

"Every word and action of an officer is a model for the soldiers under his command. If this is not the case, it will be difficult for the army to function as a whole."

"Whether you agree or not, I have in fact become your superior. If you don't pay attention to the way you talk to me, it will mess up the relationship between superiors and subordinates, and will have a bad influence on other soldiers and affect my command. Do you understand?"

"I understand the truth, but the army values ​​seniority. I have served in the army for more than ten years, and I am a generation older than you, Lieutenant Hull. Isn't it a bit too much to ask me to bow and scrape in front of you?"

"A shame? You've served in the army for so many years, but this is the only level you can reach. Your military career was really wasted... This is a real shame, isn't it?"

"whispering sound..."

"Oh...wait, I said it wrong. I almost forgot. It must be hard for you to understand what I said. Let me change to a theory that you can accept."

"In the military, seniority, gender, identity, and age are completely unimportant. Only rank is everything. What I say here is not mixed with personal preferences at all. It is all facts. I hope you can understand."

Lieutenant Mosbia turned his face away and moved his lips as if he was cursing something inwardly.

Hull was very worried that although he had no personal grudges involved, the other party might mistakenly think that he was deliberately taking revenge on him.

"So, my age and that of a lieutenant have no bearing on our military rank. No, on the contrary, it is precisely because you do not understand the reasons that you were demoted to the rank of second lieutenant at this age."

"Tsk... When you were my subordinate, Lieutenant, your every move towards me, your superior at the time, was far from loyal!"

"Alas... If I had let you control everything in front of my incompetent superior, everyone in Team 8 except me would have been killed when we encountered the Kumin team, right? You don't think I didn't see your intention to kill someone with a borrowed knife, right?"

"whispering sound...!"

Lieutenant Mosbia's eyes were full of resentment. Hull didn't quite understand, he was just stating the facts.

Do I really have to be so stupid as to fall into the other party's trap in order to make this lieutenant in front of me happy?

"The basis for passing orders from top to bottom must be that the superior has a longer-term vision and a better mind than the subordinate. A useless superior like you who only cares about personal gains and losses and issues vague orders, how can you tolerate any subordinates who are better than you?"

"If you have the tolerance to tolerate others, you won't be demoted just because of Captain Lorenzo's words..."

"..."

Hull knew that if he really wanted to make the man in front of him become an excellent soldier who was sensible, understood military law, and obeyed his superiors from today on, this would be no easier than reaching a ceasefire agreement with the Kuming people.

No, maybe it's even more difficult.

But since Hull is an officer, it is his duty to educate and train his subordinates.

Although it is difficult, we must do our best.

"You don't have to understand this right now. You can think a little more before executing my orders. I am not opposed to different voices. If you have different ideas, you can also raise them with me in person. However, as a soldier, obedience is your duty. Whether you understand it or not, you must obey my orders. Do you understand?"

As soon as these words came out, the members of Team 8 all widened their eyes.

Especially Warrant Officer Bass.

When had they ever seen Hull admonish others in such a friendly manner?

These days they also have many complaints about Lieutenant Mosbia, who deliberately slacked off during training, was not serious, and relied on his seniority and boasted about his qualifications.

Warrant Officer Bass was also in a very difficult situation, and the other team members dared not speak out.

But considering that the other party was demoted here, Warrant Officer Bass couldn't say much. He just assumed that the other party was in a bad mood and tried to accommodate him a little.

"..." Lieutenant Mosbia did not answer, but turned his head away with an unhappy look.

"I didn't hear your answer, Lieutenant."

Lieutenant Mosbia glared at Hull and then nodded.

"Next time, if you don't answer my orders, I will flog you."

Hull's tone was very serious, and everyone around him took a breath. They all knew that Hull would not joke about such things.

But Lieutenant Mosbia still looked relaxed and indifferent.

"Um..."

"Goliath, imprison Lieutenant Mosbia!"

"What?! What do you want to do, kid?! Didn't I answer you?!"