Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 290: No Lower Limit of Brain Handicap

Captain Duriolo did not deceive Claude, but on the third day after Claude wrote the letter to McJackie and asked him to run with the big man Gemmy to Lady Maria, an investigative team from Front Line Command arrived in Squirrel Village, nominally to investigate the battle waged by a Ranger Battalion while guarding the Castle of Count Clellaus, verifying those reported battles, actually came looking for trouble.

“Hello, Captain Claude, this is Lieutenant Colonel Vaoli, Military Justice Division, Front Line Command.” A chuckly middle-aged officer with a fat body greeted Claude friendly.

“Salute you!” Claude is standing, saluting this fat lieutenant colonel officer.

“You don't have to be polite.” Lieutenant Colonel Vaoli raised his hand very casually, sort of a salute: “Let me introduce, this is Captain Darrick, this is Lieutenant Siddharth, and this is Lieutenant Khaliqik, all officers of the staff of the Front Line Command, who came to check the battalion of your Rangers to defend the Castle of Count Krillaus. ”

Claude glanced at the three lieutenants and nodded slightly.

“Claude, why don't you salute us as a soldier!” Captain Darrick, long and thin, was obviously angry and blamed Claude with open mouth.

This man is mentally ill... Claude ignored him and never heard of a superior officer saluting a lower officer first.

Claude stared at his captain's shoulder badge and looked at his shoulder badge in oblique directions, which clearly means that we are of the same grade, don't put a superior in front of me, I don't need to salute you first.

Unfortunately, this Captain Darrick did not know each other, and he became more and more angry: "Captain Claude, although we are of the same rank, I am from the Front Line Command. I am the superior of your Ranger Battalion. As a subordinate, you must salute me first! ”

Captain Darrick took a step forward, putting pressure on Claude, and the two lieutenants beside him stepped back with him, staring closely at Claude and waiting for Claude to salute them.

Claude still ignored them, with no expression on his face, but just stretched out his hand and lit his chest, when three lieutenant officers from Front Line Command discovered that Claude wore a side stamp to his chest that he had won the Knight's Medal.

“Uh...” Captain Darrick, the three of them had no choice but to salute Claudel first. No way, Claude had a knight's medal, even though he was on the same level as them, and he pressed them steadily against each other. When Major Scully had not yet been promoted to the rank of Captain only, even as Battalion Commander of the Ranger Battalion, he had to salute Claude every time he saw him.

Claude raised his hand very casually and gave a salute. Captain Darrick and the three of them pressed their anger, and Colonel Vaoli next to them came to bring the circle: “Gentlemen, we have to get to work. Captain Duriolo has given up his office. Let's go over there. ”

This is like interrogation, Colonel Vaoli does on the left, one table at a time. Captain Darik, on the other hand, sat on the right, three tables lined up, their faces all serious, shady and low, creating a scene of interrogation of the prisoners.

Claude sat in the middle of a chair, with no table in front, behind him, with two reporters. Captain Duriolo was also present as a witness and was equally required to sign his name on the interrogation record, indicating that there were no irregularities in the interrogation investigation.

“Let's get started.” Lieutenant Colonel Vaoli sticks out a finger and knocks on the table, indicating that those present will focus their attention: "Captain Claude, please recall what happened to a Ranger Battalion while they were adhering to the Castle of Count Clellaus, telling you everything you know and experienced. Please note that we will testify against what you have said and what the other officers and soldiers of the Rangers Battalion have described. So we want you to tell us objectively and correctly about the whole war process and restore the real story. ”

It was unnecessary to lie, and Claude spent an hour and a half reviewing the offensive defences that had taken place at Count Cleveland Castle, and he even reported the exact number of soldiers killed and the number of wounded in each of the four battalions. Except for his voice, there were only two recorders in the office with their pens scribbling through the sand on paper...

Shortly after Claude's presentation, the two recorders also stopped the pen and checked with each other to see if there were any omissions. After ascertaining that there were no errors, they took the record to Claude's front, asked him to sign it, and asked Captain Duriolo, who was the witness, to sign it, followed by Captain Darrick's three signatures, before it was Lieutenant Colonel Vaoli's turn.

The next step is the inquiry.

Lieutenant Colonel Vaoli held Claude's narrative record in his left hand, while his right hand struck the table with his middle finger, making the sound of "steadfastness": “Captain Claude, I admire your heroic battle, and the sacrifices made by their first battalion of marchers will never be forgotten. But are you sure you didn't miss your story? I personally deeply regret that if your battalion commander, Major Skerry, does not order an evacuation, I am sure you will be able to protect Count Krillause's castle...”

This is the first pit, Claude. He just shook his head slightly: "Impossible, without ammunition, we might be able to defend the castle with bayonets and physical battles, even at great cost. But without grass, we can't hold on. Soldiers can't go hungry to fight the enemy...”

“Can't hold it? Hungry? Huh...” The short lieutenant sitting on Captain Darrick's left made a laugh. What's this thing called, Siddharth or Hawk?

“You got a problem with that?” Claude gave this guy with a nose in the sky a scorn. It doesn't look too old, it's about the same age as it is. Being a lieutenant at that age is generally background, and it must be one of those noble officers.

“I have no problem with that.” The guy with the nose in the sky says: "Your profile says that you are the first graduate in Chinese Medicine, so even if your literature score is worse, you should remember the article in history class about the 17 Warriors of Tiger Ridge, do you need me to review it for you? Seventeen kingdom warriors, trapped on the lone peak of Tiger Ridge, were similarly unpalatable, with only one horse. But with this horse, they held the position for more than 20 days, vowed not to surrender, and waited until the Royal Army counter-attacked and defeated the enemy.

It is also a lack of food, and the soldiers are hungry, but why can they insist that one battalion of you marchers not persist in evacuating the castle without permission and throwing at the enemy a large part of the territory already belonging to the kingdom? Are you still soldiers of the kingdom? Greed, fear of death, a bunch of cowards. They had only one horse, and you brought back more than thirty horses before you left the castle. This proves that what you call a lack of food is just an excuse, and you have no determination to keep the castle! ”

Claude stared at this confident guy who caught a Ranger Battalion. How did such a brainless man become a soldier and become a lieutenant? Does he have any military common sense? The article in the history book about the Seventeen Warriors of Tiger Ridge has actually been greatly disguised and beautified. In fact, it was a squadron led by an aristocratic officer with a short-circuit head who lost the direction of the attack and wandered to the enemy's position, and was surrounded by the enemy on a lone peak of Tiger Ridge.

Fortunately, there was a spring on that mountain, otherwise they wouldn't have survived. And the terrain is dangerous, and the enemy doesn't have to go to great lengths to deal with them, just to trap them. Seventeen people killed the only horse and boiled it for more than 20 days by eating horse meat. Finally, they waited for the big army to attack back before descending and joining forces. To propagate, take their stories out to inspire morale and become legends of the kingdom in history books...

How many of the so-called 17 warriors are there, and the wounded in one battalion of the Rangers are together, and there are 700 or 800 more, and even if you kill 30 horses, how much meat can you give them? With that horse meat in the castle for over a month, are you sure this guy's not retarded? The head is stuck in the door, no one with a normal military education will put forward such an opinion. Is this proud guy sure he's from a juvenile aristocratic military school? Is this the kind of retardation that the juvenile aristocratic military academy cultivates?

Claude could only look at the guy with the nose in the sky with the eyes of a mentally retarded person, perhaps the pity in his eyes was too obvious, so that this mentally retarded guy started filming the case, pointing to Claude and shouting at him: “What kind of eyes are you looking at? Am I wrong? You have no resolve to serve your kingdom at all, so when you encounter a little difficulty, you find excuses to flee. How many enemies have been killed by bragging about the destruction of three enemy towers? I suspect that all of this is a lie you're making up to cover up your sins of abandoning the castle and losing your land! ”

“If that's what you think, then what are you investigating? Why don't you report the conclusions you found in your heart, so you and I can save a lot of time.” Claude answered cold and cold.

“Ugh..." This retard has nothing to say. He doesn't dare to report his own conclusions. There is only one such result. Either he is expelled from the army or he is subject to the harshest punishment, possibly with a gun. The verification of combat success in the Royal Army is the most serious and meticulous, and no one dares to greed no one without the work of others, especially an independent operational unit.

If the new guerrilla battalion was to be built, and Colonel Rossler, who had not seen Claude well, did not dare to destroy Claude's battle, he could only suppress Claude even further by apportioning Claude's battle success among the soldiers attacked by his team.

“Let's get back to the original topic." Captain Darrick, the horseface lieutenant with glasses on his right, came out to help the mentally handicapped guy unravel: “You Rangers Battalion have been saying that you lack grass to force you to evacuate Count Clellaus Castle, but I have calculated that your food is not scarce, if you can save some use, it can even be used until May...”

“Hmm?” That's a fresh idea, Claude made a gesture to invite the lieutenant to listen to the sergeant.

“You had enough grass in the castle at the end of October to last three months, didn't you?” The horseface officer with glasses asked.

“Yes,” Claude replied, there was nothing to deny that the exact amount was clearly recorded on the food reserve bill of the battalion logistics service.

“Then the enemy came and besieged the castle, and you persisted until February, when you ran out of food and had to evacuate the castle by order of your battalion commander, Major Skerry, right? ”

“Yes.” Claude confirmed again.

“That's the problem!” A horseface officer in glasses slaps a table and gets up and drinks: “If you find the enemy besieging the castle, why not save food early and be ready to hold the castle for good? Why do you have to feed the soldiers enough for three meals? If calculated on the basis of two bowls of porridge and two slices of black bread per person per day, your three months of grass would have been enough for you to hold on until May! This is clearly the fear in your hearts, which is why food is wasted, not only by serving three meals, but even by night. When the grass runs out, you'll have an excuse to evacuate, won't you? ”

Claude put his chin on first, and he dropped too much. I thought I was already mentally retarded, taking the article in the history book as an example, but I didn't expect there to be a more unlimited one here. Claude thought something was wrong with his ear, turned around and looked at Captain Duriolo, but saw him with his face covered, his head down, even the two recorders shrugged on their shoulders and shook themselves in Cesar, wondering if it was a burglary, obviously they were both shocked by the high theory of the horseface lieutenant with glasses.

Claude foxed suspiciously, looking at Lieutenant Horseface in glasses, and looked up: "What is your name? ”

Lieutenant Horseface with glasses said proudly, "I'm Halichick. Lieutenant Ro Wardioni. Claude, since I've uncovered your plot, please tell me everything...”

“Are you sure you're not here to be funny? Two bowls of porridge and two slices of black bread a day for a soldier. How did you come to that conclusion?” Claude was really a little annoyed. It was purely nothing. What did they think of the soldiers as?

“Why can't you support it? As long as the soldiers of the 1st Battalion are dedicated to serving the kingdom, this meal is sufficient to meet the needs of a person for one day. Now the refugees of the Principality of Rimodra alone have so much food a day, and they are still working for us...”

“Fuck off, you think our soldiers are refugees!” Claude couldn't help but yell at me. That bastard wasn't afraid to get a black gun on the front line. Oh, by the way, they're staying at Front Line Command anyway, no need to go to Front Line, so that's not a concern.

“Captain Claude, please show some respect. Lieutenant Khaličić, who has been in charge of refugee relief in the Principality of Rimodra, has done his utmost, and I am sure that the data he has produced are not very erroneous. Although the soldiers of the Ranger Battalion are not refugees, by contrast, you are indeed suspected of wasting food and grass reserves!” Captain Darrick in the middle stood up against Claude's needle.

I should have sent out two chapters on Friday, but I'm glad I finally made it up here because of all the delays at home.