Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 330 Military Discipline and Physician Dispatch

“Aunt Natalie, Uncle Zacilac, I've been bothering you for a year and a half, and now that I've been ordered to serve elsewhere, I'm leaving, thank you again for the care your family has given me.” Claude and Aunt Natalie's family said goodbye, and he brought Mike and Big Grimes, and he packed a box of books he'd bought himself, and he didn't want anything else.

Doris's stomach was already bright and she wasn't talking to Claude, just standing in the window on the second floor looking at the three Claudes. Claude looked at her in front of the hospital door and nodded and got in the carriage: “Go to the military academy, give this box of books to Lieutenant Colonel Manridge, and we'll go to Castle Christo. ”

This box of books, which is worth almost a dozen gold crowns, was bought by Claude for more than a year by the students who went to Wangdu to work. But Claude wasn't prepared to take the big box of books with him, and just as Lieutenant Colonel Manridge was preparing for the military school library, Claude was ready to donate the box of books, which was a memorial to his year-and-a-half training at the military school.

After hugging Colonel Manridge goodbye, Claude took more than forty lieutenant officers to Castle Christo. The more than 40 officers at the rank of lieutenant, all trained in military schools, were assigned by their superiors to reinforce the battalion independently. And Merried, the twenty grassroots officers that Claude himself had chosen, with the exception of Major Schneider and Major Siegfried, who stayed with Claude two days earlier, went to Castle Christo.

The castle of Christo, originally one of the four David cities of Wangdu, was built to serve as a frontier fortress for the protection of the northern traffic points of the Plains of Ibnister. But with the military expansion of the Kingdom of Ovilas, the gradual annexation of the large and small principalities surrounding the Plains of Ibnister culminated in the loss of the original military fortress role of the Castle of Christo, which instead developed into a medium-sized commercial city.

It took a day and a half for Claude to arrive at Castle Christo and report to the incoming General Michelchi at the division's compound.

General Michelch looked out through the windows of the castle with anxiety at the bustling streets, tired, and said hello to Claude: "You're here, Claude, go ahead. Your self-sustaining battalion is officially prepared and documented on the table, see for yourself. ”

Claude was at the end of the ceremony, and then took the official document from his desk, the independent reinforcement battalion, and found his battalion numbered very closely forward, riding the 131 battalion. The first number, which stands for independence, obeys only the direct orders of the division, and the other superior units do not have the authority to requisition and order this battalion.

The second number three means strengthening, indicating that the official establishment of this battalion exceeds that of other battalions. The third number is the battle sequence, which represents the number one battalion among all the Rangers. Henceforth, Claude, the external name of the independent reinforcement battalion, will be Mount One, Three, One Battalion.

“General, I have a request.” Claude stands again.

“Say it!”

“I hope that Camp Trinity can find another camp. ”

“Why?” General Michelch turned around and stared at Claude.

“It's too busy to train soldiers. ”

General Michel sighed, “Did you notice that too? The castle of Christo is no longer suitable for military dignitaries, and it was a huge mistake for the Rangers to be formed here. It is hoped, however, that the Rangers will be stationed closer to the King and that logistical resupply will be more convenient here. We just didn't expect any of us, it's only been two years since the troops deployed from the front line here to prepare for the formation of the Rangers will fall so fast..."

“Look at this big pile of disciplinary documents on the table, they're all three feet tall. I went on a two-day tour to discover that the forces stationed here waiting to be integrated, because of their lack of restraint, were in constant violation of discipline and even people were doing business in the barracks. Buy back and sell, sell forcibly, complaining merchants and residents here can get out of line for miles..."

General Michelch now has a very headache, and the Sterling royal family focuses on the loyalty of grassroots and high-ranking officers, ignoring the lowest ranks of soldiers. They deployed combat units of excellence in the war to Castle Christo to be stationed on the ground. Most of those officers were then dispatched to the Royal Caleban Army Academy for military technical training for a year and a half, where the troops were stationed until the officers had completed their training before forming a cavalry.

There is always a wide variation in vision and reality, with a large number of grass-roots officers trained, and the remaining half of the grass-roots officers simply unable to restrain the soldiers effectively. Yet another misstep was taken, with some of the remaining officers selecting the framework for the formation of the Rangers first, such as Lieutenant Colonel Skerry, who was appointed as the Logistics Supervisor of the Rangers, leaving the Rangers Battalion.

Without the imposed control of the soldiers by these officers, the soldiers who stayed in the barracks completely let the sheep go and spent the rest of their time wandering outside the town, except for three meals a day in the barracks. For almost two years, soldiers have been unlike soldiers and barracks, especially those who are veterans, in an environment where they have had access to water and have rallied gangs for their own personal gain.

On his way into Castle Christo, Claude saw a lot of soldiers in uniform roaming the streets and two fights. The large number of soldiers and civilians watching beside them did not seem surprised, as if it was customary for them to do so, and some were excited to shout and cheer.

As for not even a sentry at the barracks' doorstep, Claude even saw several soldiers and civilians straddling their backs bargaining for a car of goods, and even a few women dressed in flower branches came out of the barracks' dormitories. That is also why Claude, after seeing General Michelchi, asked for a separate camp for his battalion, one or three.

Nor did General Michelch expect that he would succeed such a mess. Especially since the Rangers had not yet been formed, there was not even a single chief of the battle units sent in. He did not know who to look for in order to be held accountable. He could not be put in charge of the military discipline of the soldiers himself. The first division chief of the Rangers' Regiment should be personally responsible.

“General, I think it is time for all officers to return to their original units immediately, announce the beginning of integration, collect all weapons and ammunition, issue closure and martial law orders, and then be disciplined by military barracks, where all perpetrators of military discipline are arrested first. Then we will pursue the evil, never ask questions, and encourage revelations and reward whistleblowers so that we can stabilize the situation in the entire barracks in the shortest possible time.” Claude said.

With General Michel's eyes lit up, Claude's advice seemed to be a ray of sunshine in the clouds, giving him a clear view of the way ahead. In his original plan, the cavalry was formed first with a framework of officers at the grassroots level and a chain of command for high-ranking officers, and then the soldiers awaiting integration were filled in to complete the formation task.

The most difficult thing to face now is not knowing in which direction to proceed, and for almost two years these soldiers who have been tested on the battlefield have become a litter of sand. General Michelchi had thought it would be better to disband the soldiers locally and re-recruit them, but it was impossible for the superiors to agree to that solution, which was, nevertheless, nearly 50,000 elite troops.

Yeah, well, I can send those trained grass-roots officers back to their original units and regain control of the battle forces. The soldiers were bewitched by the news of the beginning of their integration, then confined to the barracks after the weapons and ammunition in their hands had been retrieved, martial law was imposed throughout the castle of Christo, and then an inventory was carried out in one barracks, discipline was carried out and the horses of the harmful groups were pulled out. The rest will soon be a brilliant soldier in the kingdom.

More than 50,000 soldiers, I just want the best and most elite 32,000, and select the remaining soldiers to return to the Army Department… The more General Michelch thinks that Claude's proposal is feasible, the more grass-roots officers who will be sent back to their former units will be able to return to the Rangers after the incident, and then they can be integrated directly.

“Your suggestion is very appropriate, is there anything else that needs to be addressed by the Division for you?” General Michelch was pleased and felt that Claude should be given an extra reward.

“This…” Claude thought: "Let me ride the Battalion 1, 3, 1, prefer the incoming soldiers, and the medical team of our battalion has not yet been deployed by the pharmacist. I need them to do a physical exam for our incoming soldiers and register the soldiers' personal health reports. ”

“Okay, I'll do that.” General Michelchi nodded: “With regard to the medical team, I can write you a dispatch order to dispatch four pharmacists and the required medics yourself to the group treatment center. Your battalion is the sharp knife unit of our division, and we can arrange personnel for you in advance. ”

Claude took a dispatch order from General Michelch to a division medical center outside the city, which looked more organized than those barracks in the city, and the soldiers stood up with guns straight. Before he got to the main entrance, a lieutenant waved to Claude and others to disembark, forbidding passage in front.

“Why is this place so secure?” Claude asked as he handed over his officer's card to explain his intentions.

“This is the site of the Division's logistics unit and the medical centre, which is responsible for the training of the Corps's troops. Those bastards in the city who tried to mix in and steal some cures were found and tried to set fire to the warehouse and took the opportunity to escape, and we killed four people. Lieutenant Colonel Scully, who is in charge of logistics, is angry and has added patrols and duty personnel, so, sir, you will see that we are on high alert here...” The second lieutenant on duty answered Claude's question very succinctly.

“You say Colonel Skerry works here?” Claude had no idea that his old boss was here. After his promotion in November last year, Lieutenant Colonel Scully left for a while at the military academy. He had just returned to Castle Christo and wanted to find him himself. I didn't expect to meet him here by chance.

“Yes, sir, you enter the gate to the left, where there are three three-story bluestone buildings, the office building of the Division's Logistics Department. Lieutenant Colonel Skerry's office is on the third floor of the middle building, and you need his signature approval to dispatch the pharmacists and medics.” Ensign replied and showed Claude the way with enthusiasm.

“Well, thank you.” Claude hastily thanked.

These three bluestone buildings are all Hogo-style buildings, just like the big red brick house at Claude's. It is clear, however, that the history of the three bluestone buildings should be very young, backbuilt and estimated to be more than a decade old.

Lieutenant Colonel Skerry has a large office and a large desk, which is filled with all sorts of documents. Several young Logistics Department officers continued to bring a document to Lieutenant Colonel Skerry, who, as can be seen, was too busy handing over documents that had already been reviewed and signed.

Claude walked in and stood at his desk, watching Colonel Skerry bury his head in a pile of documents. Colonel Skerry felt someone in front of him, but he thought he was his personal assistant, so he said, "Pike, get me a cup of black tea. ”

Claude shrugged: “Sir, I don't know where your black tea is. ”

Colonel Skerry looked up at Claude, couldn't help but laugh, stood up in front of Claude and gave him a hug: “You bastard, how come you don't make a sound, I treat you like someone else. ”

“I'm here to report, and now I'm here to get a dispatch order from General Michelchi, first of all to take care of our medical team from Battalion 131, so that we can give the soldiers in the battalion a physical examination.” Claude handed over the transfer order to Lieutenant Colonel Skerry.

“Okay, business first, let's have another drink and celebrate at night.” Lieutenant Colonel Skerry drew a document from the adjacent file cabinet: "There are one hundred and thirty-seven pharmacists in the Division Medical Center, of whom twenty-one are intermediate pharmacists, all of whom are primary pharmacists. Your battalion, Battalion 131, is an independent reinforcement battalion, which is prepared according to the regiment and can be assigned an intermediate pharmacist and three primary pharmacists. Take a look at the list yourself. It's just that the intermediate pharmacists are very temperamental. It's up to you to convince them to go to your camp and be effective...”

Claude flipped through the file and asked, "Why are so many pharmacists here? ”

“Civilian pharmacists from all regiments throughout the kingdom were sent here to train medics and exchange pharmacological knowledge, nominally," Lieutenant Colonel Skerry laughed bitterly. In fact, what it means is to give priority to meeting the pharmacist needs of the Ranger Regiment and return the remaining pharmacists and medics to the Regiments after the formation of the Ranger Regiment. ”

Uh... is that okay? Claude thought that the Rangers seemed to be the most trusted close guard of the Sterling royal family, and all good things were the first to be taken care of. Then he saw a familiar name, Dr. Lempert, an intermediate pharmacist, formerly of the eleventh field battalion of the Blue Feather Corps, followed by a label: Primary Pharmacist, promoted to intermediate pharmacist in September 582.

“I'll take him.” Claude pointed to Dr. Lempert's name.