You call me a big treacherous evil?

Just before arriving at the camp, Victor heard the booing of his group of bastards.

Victor walked over to take a look, and saw that the group of bastards under him formed a circle.

In the center of the circle was Corporal Rizetov, who was said to have a little bit of orc blood in his company. Every time he charged, he would drop his rifle and charge with two axes. He loved to chop off people's heads.

And another young man with glasses and blood all over his face, who looked a little wobbly, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

Obviously, during the period of his absence, these bastards let themselves go.

"All stand at attention!"

After Viktor yelled at the crowd, the soldiers who were booing and Reizetov who was provoking the young man with a smile immediately stood at attention reflexively.

Just when everyone was standing straight, the young man swung his fist at Reizetov who was standing at attention.

"Ping!" He punched Rizetov firmly in the face.



005 At this moment, just like that moment

Without waiting for the young man with glasses to swing his second punch, Rizetov, who was punched in the face, turned around and hit the young man in the stomach with a heavy punch.

"Peng!" After a loud noise like beating a drum, the young man with eyes slowly fell to his knees and began to vomit.

And Reizetov resumed his straight standing posture.

"Wait a minute, do you have 30 seconds to explain to me what happened?"

Victor looked seriously at the young man kneeling on the ground, as well as the group of boys under him.

The place was quiet.

"Don't talk? It's time if you don't talk."

Victor raised his left hand and looked at his wounded watch, which was kindly presented by the Baron Teutonic.

"You have 25 seconds left."

"24 seconds."

As the company chief officer who single-handedly brought out this company in the flames of war.

Soon some of the boys raised their hands and asked to speak.

Then, under the eyes of Reizetov who wanted to kill, a private soldier explained the ins and outs of the matter clearly.

The young man who was throwing up on his knees was one of the students arrested in the strike demonstration two days ago.

Although Emperor Lucia was relatively inappropriate, he was not particularly inappropriate.

It may be because this group of students are all college students. In Lucia, a country with a [-]% illiteracy rate and only a very small number of people who can go to high school, they can be regarded as elites.

So this group of college students was awarded the rank of warrant officer, starting directly as an officer.

But there is a small problem here.

A group of college students who had just opposed the failed war were added to a group of troops who were pushed down to rest after being crippled at the front.

Naturally, there were some conflicts between the stunned young man and the veterans, just like what Victor saw just now.

The young man's remarks about the war and the army already displeased the veterans, and today he was making a fuss about leaving the barracks, and when Rizetov stopped him, he said, get the hell out of here!I am an officer!

That's how it started.

After listening to it, Victor felt that this young man was too young and simple...

If you want to run away, don't run away in broad daylight, just find a dark and windy night, a day of murder and arson, take off your military uniform, and just come and go naked without any worries.

You have to fight against this group of veterans.

After figuring out what happened, Victor has to deal with it.

After all, discipline is the foundation of the army, and an army without discipline is nothing but a mob, just like building materials cannot be called houses.

For this unorganized and undisciplined behavior, Victor immediately punished him.

Watching the excitement, everyone lined up and ran [-] laps around the barracks, and the two who were fighting went into the small black room to squat for a week.

At the same time, the young man who tried to become a deserter had to go to the kitchen to peel potatoes for three months.

When those bastards lowered their heads and started to line up, Victor stopped Reznov who was going to squat in the small dark room by himself.

Let Reznov call a few people to take half of the company's special reserves and pack them in boxes, and carry them to the door later.

The so-called special reserves are actually Teutonic equipment captured on the battlefield, or Lucian equipment that is not particularly authentic.

After all, the logistics system managed by the nobles of Lucia is more or less difficult to describe.

Although their conscience and honor will allow them to send what they should send to the troops, the timing of the delivery of the supplies is more touching.

Even the [-]th Guards Infantry Company led by Victor, this kind of unit is often pulled out to serve as a firefighting team, second only to the Cavalier Company in the order of supply.

In many cases, Victor could only wave his fists angrily at the quartermasters, and use elegant and easy-going street slang to express his greetings to the female relatives in the quartermaster's family.

So in order not to be reduced to the unlucky guy who can only shrink in the trench, holding a fire stick with a bayonet and shivering.

Ever since he was promoted to squad leader a few years ago, Victor, who had already experienced one time when he ran out of ammunition and could only use a reliable bayonet to solve the problem, consciously began to recycle the weapons on the battlefield and repair them.

After all, he was an experienced engineer before crossing over. After getting enough samples, he quickly learned how to repair firearms.

From that time on, the infantry company, which was still the 1118 infantry company at that time, rarely experienced the lack of weapons common in other friendly forces.

As long as he has free time, Victor will bring his comrades to maintain weapons or try to repair the rags picked up on the battlefield.

After Victor was promoted to company commander, he began to use these repaired weapons to exchange some ammunition supplies with nearby friendly forces.

By the time it is pushed to the rear to rest and rebuild, the stock weapons of the [-]th Guards Infantry Company are enough to equip another [-]th Guards Infantry Company.

When Reizetov went to pick up the special reserves, Viktor also walked up to the young man who was holding his stomach and panting after vomiting.

"Warrant Officer, your name."

"I was forced to, I don't want to join the army."

The young man clutching his stomach and panting said in a low voice.

Looking at this young man squatting on the ground, his tone was full of resistance.

Victor seemed to recall himself when he was taken to the conscription office by the military police.

With a dazed look on his face, he was put on a military uniform, and then he was stuffed into a carriage with a group of picked up drunks and sent to the barracks to start going forward.

If he hadn't been stuffed into the army, he probably should have found a job in a factory and started the legend of working in another world, instead of becoming a trench soldier like he is now.

So Victor, who could fully understand the young man's mood, squatted in front of him and spoke to him softly.

"But you are now a soldier, and I came here in the same way. You'd better adapt to this change, so as to save you from suffering some crimes. Now cheer up like a man and answer my questions, Warrant Officer ,your name."

"Konstantin, Konstantin Ivanovsky."

Constantine looked up at Victor who was crouching in front of him.

"Konstantin Ivanovsky... that's a good name. I have a friend named Konstantin, so I'll call you Konstantin."

Victor said to himself before Constantine answered himself.

"I know you were forced to join the army, and I was the same way back then. I believe you still have a lot of things to deal with, so if I now..."

Victor glanced at his watch.

"Give you one night to deal with your affairs, will you return to the barracks before noon tomorrow, and then go to the confinement room to report by yourself?"

Constantine looked at Victor with surprise in his eyes, as if he hadn't thought that Victor would let him leave the barracks.

"Don't hesitate, answer me like a man, if I give you a vacation to deal with your affairs, will you report back to the barracks before noon tomorrow?"

Constantine nodded emphatically.

"Then what are you waiting for, your vacation has begun, Warrant Officer."



006 Precision Shooter

Victor is not worried about whether Constantine will come back tomorrow.

If he comes back, after he comes out of the confinement room, I will train him in the direction of my deputy.

After all, there is not even a literate person in Nuo Da's infantry company.

It is estimated that this matter will make the Teutons and their allied camp laugh to death.

Moreover, the first step in engaging in commi must be to raise the literacy rate first.

Let these boys know what is so good about commi and why they want to engage in commi.

This is the same as Victor being able to control the company and let them carry out actions with him that are basically death missions in the eyes of other troops.

Illiteracy does not mean that these boys are stupid, it just means that they lack a skill and lack knowledge.

In fact, this company was able to get the title of a guard infantry company, except for Victor's luck and a little bit of strategy and tactics learned from the keyboard, most of the others depended on the talented people in the company.

It is said that there must be loyalty in a city of ten chambers, and naturally every one of the 200 people in a strengthened family possesses special skills.

To be able to make such a group of people with unique skills listen to me, besides the captain and company commander of my own room, the most important thing is every action.

Victor broke up the mission objectives and poured them into their minds.

And Victor didn't say anything about fighting for the emperor as a guard.

It is to tell them that now we are on the battlefield, so we can only survive if we are united, and survival is our goal.

Now that Victor has voted for Kang, according to tradition, I naturally have to put Kang Mi in their minds.

Let them understand that they are not fighting for Victor, but for themselves, for Commie, for the oppressed people all over the world.

So after Constantine ended the confinement, Victor was going to start cultural training for these boys every night.

No matter what, it is necessary to raise their cultural level to the elementary school level before the war ends, or before the revolution begins.

But even if Constantine doesn't come back, it's not a big deal.

After all, besides discipline, the most important thing for an infantry unit is mutual trust.

They will only trust those who have squatted in the trenches with them, eaten hard as rock bread, and endured hellish shelling with them.

So if Constantine doesn't come back, then it's just that an unstable factor has been ruled out in advance.

It is better for a deserter to run away before going to battle than to run away in battle.

The big deal is that after I have learned how to read, I will teach these boys myself.

At most, it's just two hours less sleep a day, no big deal.

After watching Constantine leave, Victor walked into the barracks of the [-]th Guards Infantry Company.

I'm going to check the internal affairs of the barracks to see if any kid has regained his sloppy nature during the time he was recuperating in the hospital.

By the way, let's see if the non-commissioned officers have continued to maintain the team's training according to their previous plan.

After all, the last battle was too tragic. Apart from himself, only two messengers survived in the company headquarters, and only three of the twelve platoon leaders and platoon lieutenants remained.

And now they are all lying on the hospital bed basking in the sun like myself.

The current [-]th Guards Infantry Company is managed by two sergeants and a group of non-commissioned officers.

I walked into the barracks and took a look. The barracks were clean and tidy, and there was no smell.

It seems that after getting rid of the mud-filled trenches on the front line, these slobs also know the importance of continuing to maintain hygiene. After all, whoever gets the lice bite will suffer.

After inspecting three barracks, only when entering the third barracks did he encounter the precise shooter Kasha who was maintaining his guns.

This Orion-born boy was the best accurate shooter in the entire company and possibly the entire military region.

Although I don't know if he is bragging when he said that he has been hunting giant horned deer and dire bears in the northern ice field with his grandfather since he was five years old.

However, he has used the special armor-piercing rifle bullets called K bullets to penetrate the weak position of the Teutonic mecha more than once, causing the mecha to malfunction. His story may be false, but the marksmanship must be true. real.

After all, there are a lot of bearings and hydraulic rods in the walking mechanism of a mecha. No matter which of these two things is damaged or deformed, it is enough for that mecha to drink a pot.

However, this needs to be very precise and hit an area that may only be the size of a coin from a few hundred meters away while the mecha is moving.

Once this kind of thing that Victor saw as a walking fortress could no longer move, the seemingly powerful mech became a living target.