Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 183 Report

Folkby Hill Camp, by definition, is a camp situated on a hill. Claude just found that the size of the barracks at the bottom of the mountain didn't seem very large.

After getting off the carriage and waving goodbye to Uncle Osk, Claude walked forward to the outpost. This post is somewhat similar to those of previous generations, where a rudimentary wooden bungalow was erected with a crossbar on the road, and only vehicles inspected and authorized to take the crossbar up into the mountain road.

Three or four soldiers are on guard duty, and they've been staring at Claude getting off the wagon. This is not a lively place for people to come and go. There is nothing fresh to see. It is rare for a person to be sent by carriage, so it became the object of everyone's attention.

Claude walked over, figured it out, came to one shoulder badge and the other three soldiers in front of a different soldier, took a conscription order out of his backpack: "Hello, I received a conscription order, where should I report? ”

It's just that two more soldiers on this shoulder than the rest didn't take the conscription order from Claude. Instead, they shouted to another soldier: "Charlino, come and see. It's a conscription order to report to us. You take him up the hill and find Lieutenant Hawkem. ”

“I'm sorry, sir, I can't read.” And after the soldier yelled, the soldier apologized to Claude.

“Uh...” Claude didn't expect anyone to read: “I'm sorry, I'm Claude. Field, from White Deer City. ”

“It's okay.” The soldier laughed. “When I was a kid, I had a headache when I saw the words. I couldn't learn anything, and now I'm blind. My name is Waller Rick. Arms Lang, just call me Walker. ”

“Nice to meet you, Captain Walker. We'll be colleagues from now on.” Claude said.

At this point, the soldier named Charlino had read the conscription order, and he nodded to Walker: “Sergeant, he's here to be trained as a sergeant, and he's here to report to us. ”

“Then you wait here for a while, then there will be a transport wagon, and then you will sit together to climb the mountain, so as to save some effort. Come on, sit over here. It's cooler here.” After confirming that Claude was here to train as a sergeant, the sergeant Walker was clearly a little enthusiastic.

“Thank you." Claude was also welcome, sitting on a row of wooden stools outside the wooden bungalow against the wall, chatting with the soldiers. He learned very well that this sergeant, Walker, was also one of the candidates for this officer training. He has served in the Blue Feather Corps for three and a half years and was nominated for this officer training for excellence.

“Looks like I'm gonna have to ask you a lot more from now on, Captain Walker. You're a veteran, but I've just enlisted, and I don't know anything. This officer training seems to require you to bring it up so that I don't make mistakes.” Claude was just a guest, and Sergeant Walker shook his head.

“I can't help you, Claude.” Sergeant Walker said positively, "In fact, this officer training I trained separately from you, it's impossible to be together. ”

“Why?” Claude Dage.

After an explanation from Sergeant Walker, Claude realized that the Bluefeather Regiment's training for officers was originally intended to be selected from veterans and promoted to sergeant chief in preparation for next year's expansion. Nevertheless, as soon as the news spread, there were letters from various interested parties, old friends of higher departments and so on demanding one or more training places so that the people they recommended could skip the soldier stage and directly qualify as the lowest ranking officers.

Generally speaking, in the Kingdom's military system, a new recruit is recruited, first after three months of recruit training, and then becomes a soldier. Excellent performance can be a corporal in a year, and in general a corporal in two years. Being a Corporal can be promoted to a Sergeant in a year's time, and it generally takes two years to be a Sergeant. The same goes for sergeants to sergeants.

In other words, even very good performance in enlistment would take at least three and a half years for a civilian recruit to become a sergeant. Whether Corporal or Corporal, they are soldiers, not in the ranks of officers.

It is only after becoming a sergeant that excellence is appreciated by superiors that it is possible to be nominated for promotion to a sergeant after one to two years. From this moment onwards, the rank of sergeant, the lowest rank of officer, crossed the rank of soldier, entering the rank of para-military or grass-roots officer. But there's another floor up there, which is the sergeant chief, also known as the lieutenant's reserve. The sergeant is now a lieutenant, which is the official rank of officers in the kingdom. The rank of lieutenant and above can accompany him for life as an honorary title, whether he is active or retired.

In peacetime, most of the Kingdom's major field regiments and local stationed forces retain only the regimental shelf structure and a small number of fully fledged units in order to reduce military expenditures. But once the kingdom faces war, it rapidly recruits and expands its field regiments. In a sense, the Kingdom does not lack senior officers and generals, but rather grass-roots officers and junior officers. Because it is these grassroots and junior officers who train and direct recruits to the battlefield.

The training of officers of the Blue Feather Corps became, for a while, a shame in the eyes of all parties, not to mention becoming a sergeant chief or a sergeant, which would be tantamount to skipping the soldier stage and becoming an officer directly at the grassroots level, which would save at least five years. Though becoming a sergeant, or chief sergeant, still leads soldiers to the battlefield, with heavy casualties. Being a grassroots officer always has a higher survival rate than being a soldier. Otherwise, even if the battlefield is injured, it is the first to save the officers and then the soldiers.

Because of the sheer amount of courtesy attached to the relationship, the Blue Feather Regiment had to decide to divide the training of officers into two groups, one of the best veterans selected from the army, who would be promoted directly to the rank of sergeant after the training was completed. The other group is those who are recommended for relationships and affectionate relationships, and will receive more rigorous and lengthy training for officers than veterans. In view of the fact that many of the recommended personnel did not have enlistment experience, they were given a three-month period of recruit training, followed by officer training.

Well, Claude finally figured out what he was going to do. According to Sergeant Walker, he was going to have three months of training for recruits and then another three months of training for sergeants. Imagine how hard this is going to be for the next six months...

After a while, a long convoy arrived to deliver food to the military barracks on the hills. Claude and that soldier, Charlino, climbed into the carriage, said goodbye to Sergeant Walker and the other two soldiers, and sat on a high ground flour bag wandering up the hill.

Fookby Hill is not quite high, and it is estimated to be only 50 to 60 meters above ground level. But the highway is long, with turns and turns. Charlino said that this was actually a logistics base for the Blue Feather Corps, which was not based here, and that west of the city of Gonidad, where there were more than 30,000 people and nearly 4,000 tents, it looked over endlessly and spectacularly.

The transport wagon had been walking on the highway for almost half an hour and had finally reached the military camp. This is actually also the reason why the speed is too slow. Claude thinks the speed of walking from the bottom of the mountain to the barracks is more than 10 minutes. The main reason the carriage is slow is because it carries too much flour. The two horses pulling the car are a little old. Although they walk steadily, the speed is not fast. Besides, the convoy needs to be kept at a distance, and the speed ahead is too slow to be overtaken.

The Fuckabee Hill barracks do indeed appear to be a logistics base, as Charlino put it. Because the house here is all a big warehouse with stone structure. Claude thinks he's here because he probably has a big playground, which is almost four or five times bigger than the one in White Deer Town. And a platoon of grey white tents has been set up next to the playground, and it seems likely that the Blue Feathers Corps will be using this logistics base as a training ground for officers.

Soldier Charlino took Claude to a row of logged bungalows, and Claude noticed that the outer walls of the row of logged bungalows were painted white on a large log. In front of the second closed wooden door, Charlino knocked on the door, and soon there was a loud voice inside that said: "Come in. ”

Pushing the door in, Charlino stands upright: "Report, Private Charlino, on the orders of Sergeant Walker, brings a conscript to report. ”

The wooden house is not big, it is about fourteen or five square meters, there are three desks inside, only one desk is sitting behind a lieutenant with a big square face beard, what is being written. He looked up at Charlino: "Soldier, at ease, Lieutenant Hawkem is not here, but you can give me the conscript and you can go back. ”

“Yes, sir.” Salute Charlino, turn around, blink at Claude, and leave without a word.

Claude walked up and said, "Hello, Lieutenant. I've received a conscription order to report. ”

This square-faced, bearded lieutenant slightly weighed Claude's eyes and rubbed his forehead with his finger: "Put your conscription order, pass and ID on the table, and I'll check it first. ”

“Yes, Lieutenant.” Claude did what he did.

After a casual sweep of the conscription order, Second Lieutenant Fang's beard stopped paying attention to this. What he wants to see is the stamp and ID on the pass.

“Why did you stay in Shiraki City for a day?” Ensign is careful and can see the journey of Claude from the stamp on his pass.

“There's no way, White Wood City is going to hunt down the fugitives and seal the city for a day. I could only sleep in the tavern room for a day.” Claude replied.

“Oh, yeah.” The lieutenant did not say much either. After checking that the stamp on the pass was correct, he placed it next to him and picked up the identification documents.

“Yes, the first graduate of the gymnasium, recommended by Viscount Felidos. No wonder you came to this officer training. Finally, it's better to see someone who can afford it than those crooked dates coming in with love gifts. Your name is Claude. Fields? ”

Looks like this square-faced lieutenant is a soldier with a very straightforward personality, and he can't wait to see the people who qualify for this officer training. Claude hastily replied, "Yes, Lieutenant, it's Claude. Fields. ”

“In the future, you have to call the commander, or add rank, not" sir. "” Ensign Square Beard said that he then pulled the bell rope hanging from the side of the wall with his hands. Another form was drawn from the drawer and passed to Claude: "Register. ”

This is an application form for voluntary enlistment, which is written only on the basis of gender, age, name, family address and family members and immediate family ties.

Soon a knock rang and a corporal walked in.

“Corporal Gross, what was your name again?” Lieutenant Fang-faced Beard looked again at the name on the ID file: "Claude. Fields goes to the enlistment office to go through the registration process for recruits. You take this ID with you. If you want to be in the file, make arrangements for camp tents. Wait a minute, he finished writing this form and I stamped it and I could go. ”

“Yes, Lieutenant Gilp.” Corporal Gro said immediately.

Claude had finished writing the form, and this Sgt. Gilp's face, Big Beard, examined it and found no errors or omissions, picked up the stamp on the table and stamped it with an ID and handed it over to that Corporal Gross.

“Go with Corporal Gross, Claude, and remember, from today on, you will be a soldier of the Bluefeathers.” As Lieutenant Gilp said.