Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

After a full day of marching, the Northern Army found a camping site not far from the water source before it got dark.

Dickinson sat somewhat stiffly beside the huge campfire, watching the soldiers around him busy in an orderly manner.

The young officer named Wayne came over and handed him a heavy metal box, saying politely: "Mr. Knight, the logistics for field operations are scarce, so you can use these emergency rations for the march."

The chief knight took the box in a daze, and after touching it, he found that it was not made of ordinary iron sheet, but was made of fine steel pressed into a thin sheet... Such precious steel is not used on knight armor and weapons, but is used by these soldiers as lunch boxes for food?

The rations of these civilian soldiers going out to fight are nothing more than dry and hard bran cakes or bacon jerky, which is not even one thousandth of the value of this lunch box. It is simply a weird behavior of putting the cart before the horse.

But when he completely opened the steel lunch box and saw the hot and rich food in front of him, he fell into silence directly - simple staple food and side dishes, two slices of roasted pork chops with thick oil edges, half a piece of fried fish that was slightly dried but still golden in color, some easy-to-preserve root vegetables that were fried in honey, and some dry bread slices that were obviously baked with refined flour... There was a little extra space in the corner of the lunch box, and a few milky white blocks were stuffed in. Dickinson picked up a little bit of it curiously and put it in his mouth. It turned out to be maltose with the aroma of milk.

He couldn't help but secretly swallow his saliva, and immediately felt ashamed of his behavior that violated the spirit of knight self-discipline.

He subconsciously raised his head. The battalion commander Wayne who had just brought him food had already walked away on his own, as if he didn't take him, the chief knight, seriously at all.

However, Ivan, another young officer who had been gentle to him along the way, sat next to him with a food box made of the same material, smiling. Dickinson remembered that his position was very strange, called "political guidance".

"Captain Ivan, forgive me for being blunt... You don't need to provide such rich food to a captive like me."

Ivan smiled and said, "It's just marching rations, how rich can it be? Everyone eats the same thing, and you are not treated differently..."

Dickinson opened his mouth in astonishment, pointed at the lunch box in his hand and said dryly, "This... is this your ordinary marching rations? All soldiers eat the same thing?"

Ivan seemed to have misunderstood him, and explained with some pride, "Why? Are you surprised by our food preservation technology? This is not a military secret, I can tell you... The food you see now is sealed in tin cans and transported from the north to the front line, but it tastes as fresh as if it was just bought from the market yesterday. Isn't it amazing?"

Although it was a bit exaggerated, Dickinson had to admit that these so-called "canned military rations" were indeed a hundred times more delicious than bran cakes and bacon jerky. He was also surprised that the other party would spend a huge amount of money just to let the soldiers under his command eat the freshest and most delicious food possible.

He seemed to understand vaguely why this army, which was composed entirely of refugees from the wilderness and civilians from the southern border, dared to confront the Pope's Knights of the Inquisition head-on and was not at all inferior in the battle.

The strict military discipline and harsh style... the strict discipline that made him dumbfounded. After two days of marching, Dickinson did not find a single soldier who left the team at will and ran to the villages and towns along the way to plunder and extort.

These northerners seemed to have no interest in money and women. They just kept sending out scouts and sentinels, climbing high points along the way to draw on the map, and after setting up camp at night, the officers gathered in the tent to talk loudly, as if only things related to fighting could make them excited.

Seeing him fall into silence holding his lunch box, Ivan took the initiative to talk to him: "Why do you always regard yourself as a captive in front of us? Even the Lord Mayor did not regard you as a prisoner. You don't have to do this..."

Dickinson immediately recalled the scene when he met the King of the North in person not long ago, and felt a little warm in his heart.

"The Lord Mayor has praised you more than once in front of others for being worthy of the title of Chief Knight, and you can be called a rare clean stream among the dignitaries in the capital..." Ivan smiled and used Harvey's tone to flatter the knight.

After all, this is one of the key targets that the General Staff Department and the intelligence system believe can be "recruited" after observation and evaluation.

Dickinson shook his head slightly, not showing any arrogance at all. "The Lord of the City is just exaggerating. As the chief knight, I not only failed to protect the Grand Duke to whom I swore allegiance... Your Majesty, I even surrendered to you without fighting for him to the death."

Ivan tilted his head, without any contempt on his face, and insisted on objecting: "You are doing this to prevent the outbreak of war in the city and hurt innocent people, right? Knights who are loyal to nobles are nothing to me... Knights who fight for innocent civilians and the weak are worthy of this glorious title, right?"

Dickinson didn't expect that one day he would hear an ordinary young officer teach him what the true "chivalry" is. He couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart, but he couldn't help but laugh at himself secretly.

Even a low-level soldier of civilian origin has such a profound understanding of the two most important knightly virtues of "compassion" and "justice"... while those nobles in the capital who are blessed by hereditary inheritance and enjoy the glorious title of knight do not pay attention to the code of knighthood at all.

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After dinner, it was a short walk as usual. Dickinson knew that his current identity was sensitive and he could not wander around the small camp at will. Fortunately, Ivan, a civilian officer, accompanied him, which saved him from a lot of embarrassment of being questioned.

From the beginning of following this army to the border, he was surprised at the cultural level of these soldiers and low-level officers - they had received basic grammar education in literacy and reading and writing like ordinary nobles!

After getting familiar with each other, some officers would even take the initiative to ask him about some tactics and strategies of military command and operation during the march and when they were camping at night... It really shocked the chief knight.

This army is really weird. Not only can everyone read, but even a junior officer who leads dozens of people has to learn the tactics and strategies of marching and fighting... At first, those who came to ask him for advice were just simple questions such as choosing a camping site for a field march, but later it gradually evolved into complex questions about the tactical arrangements and manpower deployment of both the attacking and defending sides in a battle between infantry and cavalry.

It was only the third day, and Dickinson was already feeling a little overwhelmed.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, take a look!

In the past, he had led the Royal Capital Knights to fight with His Majesty the Grand Duke, and he was always proud of it... Now a junior officer in the Northern Army could ask him tactical questions that stumped him, which really made him feel a little embarrassed.

No way! In order to maintain the honor of being the leader of the Knights, you must put aside your personal prejudices...

Dickinson turned his head and asked proactively: "Do you civilian officers... also need to learn to command operations?"

"Of course!" Ivan raised his eyebrows and said, "The political guidance work will only last for one year. After that, I will be transferred back to the General Staff Headquarters to serve as a combat staff officer. Like all staff officers, I will be responsible for formulating the army's combat plans and completing the tasks and orders issued by the city lord."

"Can you... tell me how you customize the combat plan?" Dickinson was silent for a long time before asking this question nervously.

Ivan smiled and said, "If it does not involve any specific combat mission, it is not a violation of the principle of confidentiality. You must be interested in our unique combat methods and weapon use, right?"

He paused, blinked and hinted, "I am still a newcomer and know very little... If I join the General Staff Headquarters, I am afraid I can understand it more thoroughly, and it will also subvert all the combat command methods of noble knights that you have learned in the past!"