Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 184: Four Noble Children

Corporal Gro is a serious-looking, unspoken veteran, or perhaps a little mune. Claude wanted to have a relationship with him and talked a few words, but unfortunately the response was either “um” or “um” and Claude was not interested in talking to him.

Although Corporal Gro was silent, he was old enough to do his job. After taking Claude to the enlistment office for registration, he took a temporary soldier identification plaque to Claude, took Claude to the logistics department to collect two sets of uniforms and soldier supplies, and took Claude to a playground camp tent.

There are two camp tents, two battalions to the left and two to the right. Claude was taken to the right battalion, which is neatly lined up with more than 30 tents, calculated as a tent for a small group of twelve, estimated to hold more than 400 people.

Corporal Grodd took Claude into the camp tent with the right 0307 written on the mouth of the tent, meaning the seventh tent in the third row of the right camp. The camping tents are made of double gray and white coarse linen with a layer of tarpaulin between them to prevent leakage, and the outer and inner layers are painted so hard that the walls of the tents are touched.

There are about 256 squares in the tent, rectangular, and Claude's rough estimate should be more than nine meters.

... width less than three meters long, lined with six single beds of iron frame one meter wide, single beds with a wooden cabinet less than half a meter in diameter, cabinets with only two doors up and down, and a key hanging from the door.

“You'll sleep in the upper bunk of this bed.” Corporal Gross said, then took down the blank identification board hanging from the tail of the top bed and wrote it down, one by one, Claude. Fields' name goes back to the end of the bed: "By the way, the top part of this closet next to you is yours to use to store your personal belongings, and you have to keep the keys yourself. And now you can put on your uniform, and I need to check it out when you're done. ”

“Yes." Claude didn't give a shit. He started undressing and changing his uniform.

The uniforms of the Blue Feather Corps are the same as those of the rest of the kingdom, with a big red top, black pants and black leather shoes underneath, and a straight red cap. The only difference is that there is also a dark blue feather on the cap and two long dark blue medallions. The ribbon is worn on the top and hung on the left and right shoulders, crossed in front of the chest, forming an X-shape, and fastened between the waists with a black cow belt.

For Blue Feather Corps soldiers, this is a distinct proof of the Blue Feather on the cap and the two medals that cross the chest of the Blue Feather Corps.

“Nice, very soldier.” Even Corporal Gross, who doesn't like to talk, said a word of praise in the face of Claude in his uniform.

“Well, Sergeant Gross, I wonder why I don't have a shoulder stamp.” Claude looked at his bald shoulder and at Corporal Gross's red shoulder badge and asked.

“I don't know, it may take you to finish your training before I give you a shoulder badge.” Corporal Gro replied, "Now put those on your back, and I'll tell you where you are, remember, don't put them in the wrong place in the future. ”

The so-called carrier is a black cowhide backpack, a black bamboo canteen military kettle, a black sheepskin sleeping bag, and a red copper lunch box.

“The water bottle hangs on the left, not on the right, and later on the right is a battle leather bag. Lunch boxes are placed in backpacks, where you will need to store life-saving bags, grocery bags, military dry food and other distributed items. Fold the sleeping bag into a roll and place it on top of the backpack. If full armament is required, all these items must be carried to assemble.” Corporal Gro gave a brief introduction to the various types of soldiers.

“Sir Gro, why are you picking up your gear today without weapons? ”

“This will also require your training before you can distribute it.” Corporal Gro said, "The towels you collared today, the water cups, the toothpaste box and the toothbrush, as well as the soap, need to be put in the copper basin, which is a wooden mat under the bed. When sleeping at night, the soldier should hang his gear neatly on the bedside so that he can reach for it. ”

Pass that temporary soldier ID to Claude, Corporal Gross said, "You can rest inside the barracks for two days and start training the day after tomorrow. Sleep here at night, grab this temporary soldier ID and go to the cafeteria to eat, and bring your own lunch box. Wash the lunch box and put it back in your backpack. Don't leave the barracks or break into the warehouse area. The same goes for the bathroom, right next to the canteen, where you can go in with your temporary soldier ID. ”

Having said that, Corporal Gro turned around and left.

Claude opens his cabinet, has a compartment inside it, divides the cabinet space into large and small pieces, throws his own backpack into a large space, puts another set of military uniforms in a small space, and then locks the cabinet door and puts the key in the pocket of the uniform. I changed my clothes into a bunch, stuffed them in a copper basin first, washed them after taking a bath at night, dried them out and received them in my backpack, and later I had to wear military uniform.

It's a little early for dinner now, Claude decided to climb into bed for a little while. As for getting familiar with the environment, tomorrow, anyway, there are two days left, the barracks are not big, and it will soon be boring to do nothing.

But just when Claude seemed to be sleeping, a group of people went into the tent. Now Claude's sleepless, sitting up, ready to look at these same tent comrades.

There were four soldiers who also wore uniforms without shoulders stamps, and when they saw Claude lying in bed, they were also stunned, not making any more noise and talking, and calmed down in the tent for a moment.

Claude jumped out of bed and smiled and said, "Hi, I'm new here. I'm Claude. Fields. ”

The youngest soldier in front had a red hair and a few freckles on his face. He was only a meter and seven tall and a dozen centimeters shorter than Claude: “Hello, my name is Abyev. Bach.”

“I'm Muriel. Krieman. ”

“Nice to meet you. I'm Diavid. Gil Randolph. ”

“Hello, I'm Berklin. Ro Bensenter, you can call me Baker. ”

Claude looked at the two soldiers behind him with some surprise: "Are you nobles? ”

The young soldier claiming to be Baker laughed: "The two of them, too, just deliberately removed the gift in the middle. ”

“Why?” Claude felt a little strange: “If you're noblemen, you can go to Wangdu's Army University if you want to join the army. You graduate from there with the rank of lieutenant, why come to this officer training? ”

Baker's face was a little dull, and he answered with a smile: "I'm at home with seven, Mulder with four, Didd with six, and my uncle with six. We didn't have this qualification to go to military school, so the family sent us here...”

Claude immediately realized that the four before him, though of noble origin, were all heroic mothers, giving birth to children in a nest. If the eldest son inherits the family business and the second and third son go to military school, then there will be no preferential treatment other than one more word on the last name, they can only compete with the civilian children.

It is likely that the other two deliberately omitted the words between their names were born illegitimately and that their father, while acknowledging that they were his children, could not afford to treat the illegitimate son and his own child. Perhaps they did not deliberately remove the gift in the middle of their surname, but the righteous lady refused to give it, and the gift was not registered when the account book was registered.

“Then you're early enough. I thought I'd come two days early enough. I didn't expect you to come earlier than I did.” Claude has nothing to say.

“We've been here for over a week and we can't stay at home. We came here early.” Redhead Abyev answered honestly.

“Oh, where are you all from? I'm from White Deer City. Southwest Tri-County, you know?” Claude said.

Baker replied: "We are all Wang Du's. After graduation, we have nothing to do. We stayed at home for six months. We are all tired of it. Then I heard that Blue Feather Corps was going to train officers, and the family sent us here..."

A lot can be heard from his answers, but it can be seen in general that they are not very much loved by their parents and are also neglected at home. They rarely have a place to go, so their families have to send them away sooner rather than later in front of themselves.

“Have you just graduated from middle school? Me too," Claude said.

“No way, look at your appearance, I thought you were over twenty...” Muriel was a little freaked out.

“Do I look that old? It's just under six months since my 18th birthday.” Claude touched his chin and said.

And then you start to start preaching, and it turns out that his birthday is November, except that Abyev isn't really 18. Everyone's birthday is about two or three months apart, and Claude's first month in March. So he changed his name to Lord Claude.

“Don't call me boss, you guys look at the twelve beds in the tent, now there are only five of us, maybe after we are all together, our five are still the youngest...”

At this time, the camp sounded a bright military name, interrupting Claude's words.

“What's going on here? Why did you blow the army?” Claude asked.

“Nothing, it's dinner time.” Abyev replied.

“I'm just hungry. Let's go to the dining room for dinner.” Claude took the lunch box out of the black military backpack he sent out, and he saw Baker and four others standing there motionless.

“What's the matter, don't you want to go to dinner?” Claude looked at them strangely.

“We're not hungry..." Diaved said, then everyone heard his stomach grunting, but the other three pretended they didn't hear anything.

“What's the matter, let's get this straight, what makes you guys so hungry that you can't even go to the cafeteria to eat?” Claude dropped his lunch box and forced him to look at them.

Four people didn't dare to look at Claude, and Baker finally saw that he couldn't hide, so he swallowed up and answered, "Well... Those soldiers bully people, when we go to dinner, they say we are not regular soldiers of the Legion, we are not allowed to line up in front of them to eat, push us behind them, when it is our turn all the rest is leftovers... so why don't we just go to the canteen an hour later, then. By then, there were not many soldiers to eat...”

Claude wanted to laugh. Poor doll, the four nobleman's children, entered the legion and were bullied by a group of soldiers who dared not go to the cafeteria to eat. I wonder, in the barracks, the more you stomach, the more vulnerable you are to bullying?

“I suppose there's a disciplined gendarmerie in the cafeteria?” Claude asked.

“They saw it, but they didn't care, just laughed at us...” Abyev said with some grievance.

You all swallowed your own breath. What else do you want them to do? They can't start things for you without making a scene. One more thing is less than one thing. Wherever this human weakness is the same, no one is willing to make trouble for themselves.

Claude picked up the lunch box and went to the cafeteria, but before leaving the tent, he said to the four cowardly nobleman's brothers: "I can't stand hunger, I can't wait an hour, I'll eat first, you can wait an hour before you go. ”

Look at Claude's back. The four of them face each other.

“What do we do?” Abyev asked.

“Let's go too, if we can't make a big deal out of this, five people wait in the cafeteria for an hour before eating!” Baker bites his teeth and says hard.

“Okay, take the lunch box with you.” Diavid nodded as well.