Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 187 Original Commission

Claude was very honest about the conflict he had with the veterans, and the only thing he didn't tell the truth about was how he broke the wrist and wrist of that round-faced corporal named Engel. Claude explained that he was in a good line and that Corporal Engel rushed over and grabbed his chest collar when it was his turn to cook. And his spontaneous instinct to resist doesn't want to be pulled out of the team.

It was just that he was carrying a lunch box with his right hand, and only one left hand wanted to break Corporal Engel's hands, and the three hands were tangled together. And he didn't have the same strength as Corporal Engel, so he was pulled out of the queue for dinner. At that time, he was dragged out by Corporal Engel, so he fell to the ground in front of him, not standing steady. He had no idea that this would result in a broken wrist and wrist on Corporal Engel's hands, when he was shocked himself...

At this point, the first provocative Sergeant Gem suddenly rushed over, grabbed himself and beat him, saying that he was the culprit who injured Corporal Engel. The other party's indiscriminate accusations and indiscriminate assaults on people for no reason whatsoever, coupled with the severity of their own suffering, caused them to lose their lunch boxes and Sergeant Jim to swing.

When he knocked Sergeant Gem to the ground and several of the soldiers he had made friends with came and saw him, he rushed up and beat him up again. It was just that they would beat the whole person to death, and could only rely on their instincts to fight back. In the end, they really forgot what they had done before the coma passed out, and can't remember anything...

This one sitting in front of the bed, the military judge who came to investigate the canteen fight, was named Billy Crane. Lieutenant H. Sderry's face remained silent, recording Claude's story of the fighting in a notebook, without question or warning, and was silently written there.

After Claude felt he had nothing to say, he closed his notebook and looked at Claude coldly and asked: "There is not much deviation between what you said and what the soldiers who watched the whole incident said. As the # 1 gym graduate in Chinese medicine, your martial arts and craftsmanship are really excellent, but don't you think it's too harsh to be such a hot player against your own comrades? ”

Claude laughed so hard that he knew he would be questioned for being too heavy: “I'm just instinctive in self-defense, Billy...”

“Call me Lieutenant Sderry.” The military judge interrupted Claude's speech.

The world has a name for itself. Generally speaking, it's a name, plus a suffix, ma'am. Ma'am or office. Title name to indicate close or close relationship. Proportionality by name, on the other hand, has a sense of distance and alienation, indicating an unfamiliar relationship or an official attitude.

Just like Claude called a military judge Lieutenant Billichland, putting his name ahead of his rank meant they were comrades. And the military judge asked Claude to call him by his last name, Lieutenant Sderry, which means he didn't consider Claude his comrade on business, but was the subject of an investigation.

“Well, Lieutenant Sderry, I'm sorry I had a clash with the veterans the first day I entered the barracks, and I fought to injure myself for it. But that's not what I meant, and if you've seen my file, then you know I'm a great hunter, killing snakes, giant crocodiles, wolves and leopards, wild boars and so much more.

I'm not saying this to show off, I'm trying to show that I'm not in control of whether my assault is brutal or vicious, it's all an instinctive response to the experience I've gained during the hunt. You should understand that your hand determines your life and death in the face of fierce beasts. So when I'm attacked by someone, my instinct is to strike back at them as quickly as possible to keep them safe from harm. As for whether or not the other party will get hurt, to be honest, I was already blinded by that. I never thought of it... ”

The military judge was silent for a while and said: “You may consider giving in, are they veterans or sergeants, as recruits you should respect them and obey their will...”

“I don't understand, Lieutenant Sderry. Claude rebutted:" When I checked in, Ensign Gilp, who received me, said to me, "Claude, from today on you will be a soldier of the Blue Feathers Corps. Corporal Gro, who sent me to the camp tent, also told me that I could eat and bathe in the cafeteria and bathroom with temporary soldier ID cards. But when I was standing in line for dinner, the veterans said to me," I'm not a soldier in the Blue Wings Corps, I can't eat there. "Is it not up to the veterans to decide whether they are soldiers of the Blue Feather Corps? Is Lieutenant Gilp in charge? ”

The military judge was somewhat embarrassed to be questioned by Claude, who of course would not admit Lieutenant Gilp was not in charge. In a way, he thinks Claude is a prick, even though Claude didn't make a big mistake in the whole fight. On the first day of the battalion, however, clashes occurred with veterans, although both parties went to the treatment centre, but Claude was one to six, and even with extraordinary fighting power, in the eyes of the military judge, he became a destabilizing factor in the camp.

“I didn't mean it that way, I just thought you could make a little concession, obey the will of a veteran, and avoid conflict.” The military judge thought about it.

“As a soldier in the Blue Feather Corps, why should I back off?” Claude asked back, "I joined the army on my first day because I was in a hurry to report, so I didn't eat lunch and I was hungry. When I arrived in the cafeteria, the more than 200 soldiers in front had no objection to my arrival, and they thought I was one of them. And when I was about to line up for dinner, the veterans came in through the gate and let me go. Of course I refused such an unreasonable request. Why did they say I was not a soldier of the Blue Feather Corps? I refused. I rebutted them and they hit people. Even if I am now wounded lying in the treatment center, I do not think I have done anything wrong. I do not regret the so-called serious consequences that I have caused. I think that the wounds of the veterans are their own fault...”

Without speculation, the military judge stood up silently, put the notebook in his briefcase and took the briefcase and walked towards the door. It's just that when he opened the door, Claude called him, “Lieutenant Sderry, I have a question, why are those veterans so targeted at us recruits for officer training? A few of my friends in the camp tent came a few days early. Dinner time can only be filled with leftovers when the dining room ends. If they go early, they will be kicked out by the veterans...”

The military judge stood at the door, silent, and later turned around and left.

The middle-aged pharmacist turns around laughing and flirting with the tube: “I can answer that question, kid. ”

“You know what?”

“Of course," the middle-aged pharmacist nodded: “Do you know how many of us in the Blue Feathers Corps are now? ”

“More than 30,000.” Claude replied: "When I arrived, soldiers stationed down the hill told me that this was not the Blue Feather Regiment battalion, and that it was west of the city of Gonidad, where there were more than 30,000 people. ”

Unexpectedly Claude, who was only in the barracks a day ago, knew the answer, and the middle-aged pharmacist stunned: “You're right, but do you know the news that we're expanding the Blue Feather Corps by the end of the year? ”

I don't know about this, Claude. Shake your head honestly.

The middle-aged pharmacist said proudly: "This expansion of our Blue Feather Corps will require more than 20,000 new recruits to reach full strength. In other words, more than 2,000 positions of chief and sergeant will need to be filled by the promotion of veterans. The regiment had long decided that the sergeant would be promoted directly to the rank of sergeant and sergeant chief, so that more than 800 vacancies remained to be selected from among the best performing veterans, sergeants and corporals, for whom training was provided.

It just didn't occur to me that this officer training program was submitted to the Department of the Army for approval, and then the Trustee Relationship Referral sent numerous people who wanted to attend this officer training. It is also difficult on the Legion side, as many of them are big figures that the Legion cannot refuse and must deliver, and on balance, the Legion eventually decides to divide the training of officers into two groups, one of which is those veterans selected from the Legion, who will serve as Sergeant Chiefs at the end of the training. The other group is you humane recruits who have been recommended and sent to become sergeants after your training.

With more of you recruits, the number of veterans originally planned for officer training will have to be reduced by half in order to set aside space for you. So one more exam was done among the veterans, eliminating half of them. These veterans of yours are one of those who have been eliminated, so they are very dissatisfied and take the opportunity to make trouble with you.

And the Legion is not unaware of that, just considering appeasing the retired veterans, it deliberately pretends not to see them, so that the veterans can vent in front of you early recruits. At the same time, give you recruits a chance to get off the horse, and don't play games in the barracks with the power of your family. In fact, we all have counts in our hearts, we won't make a big mess, but we didn't expect you to join the army on the first day, and sent six veterans to the treatment center. When things get bigger, it's a little hard to end, and the top jumps straight... ”

Claude could not help laughing at some of the happiness and joy of telling the background and the original middle aged pharmacist. Uncle, why are you so happy? It seems like you're so happy to see the regiment up there. You don't know how to handle this.

Now Claude finally understands why that seemingly icy military judge in the conversation was so biased towards himself. If he can't handle this canteen fight, he will create a conflict between the recruits and the veterans who have been trained by the officers. And I have shown my attitude, and I will not admit it wrong. This makes it very difficult to find an army that is anxious to step down. Who told those veterans to beat none of them, and hurt so badly...

That's when the door was pushed open, and the medic named Bell brought in a big basket. He came to Claude's bed and took a bowl of oatmeal from the basket. Looking at Claude looking at the fox, Bell was anxious: "Dude, I swear to God, I washed my hands before I went to the cafeteria. Don't worry. Look, I also asked the owner of the kitchen to deliberately add an egg to your bowl of oatmeal porridge. You smell it, it doesn't smell..."

It does smell like an egg, but Claude just doesn't understand why the old convention in the kitchen is so kind to add an egg to it...

“Honestly, man.” Bell mysteriously approached Claude's ear and whispered, “Actually, you hurt Jim and them, and a lot of people in the barracks were happy, as was the head of the kitchen. Because they've all been bullied by these veterans, just a year or two before we started camping, they've been putting up a fight with seniors in front of us, drinking what we do for them, beating us up a little bit, so a lot of people remember them in their hearts.

You put them in a treatment facility this time, and a lot of people are very happy. Like the owner of this kitchen, I told him you were awake, and it was no big deal, and he was happy to punch an egg in your porridge. Jim used to go to the kitchen when they were on watch at night, often in the name of making a night snack, asking for that big meal and drink, and beating people up if they didn't, so it was nice to see you beat them up this time. ”

Claude was very uncomfortable with the intimacy of his ears with Bell, but he was not able to move his body right now, he had to bell feed him even to drink porridge, and he had to let Bell whisper in his ear.