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77Tue Southern Training Center (3)
Henry held his cheek..
a tingling shock.
Henry looked up at Viscount Bale with a shocked expression, blinking his big eyes..
“……uncle?”
In Henry's memories.
Viscount Bale was a kind maternal uncle..
From a young age, I watched Henry grow up and did everything he asked me to do..
So there was a time when I liked my uncle more than my parents..
He was that important to Henry, but I could never have imagined that he would get slapped by him..
Tears came to my eyes.
Even more than the shock coming from my cheek, it was difficult for me to mentally accept the fact that I had been beaten by my uncle..
Henry's reaction.
Viscount Bale smiled awkwardly as he looked at Roman without even giving him a glance..
“This really makes me feel sorry. He should have made sure to educate his nephew, but he grew up so immature from a young age that he made a mistake. Let me apologize on your behalf. Even if you look at my face, please turn a blind eye to this..”
The opponent is Roman Dmitry..
in the future.
A being that doesn't know how much it will develop.
Moreover, since he was favored by the Marquis Benedict, Viscount Vale decided that he should apologize quickly..
It was a very reasonable decision..
No matter how much I cherished my nephew, it wasn't enough affection for me to exchange my future path for him..
To put it bluntly, even if it were Henry's parents, they would have blown Henry's face..
the situation has been resolved.
Henry is shocked and Viscount Vale asks for forgiveness..
There was no need to escalate the problem..
Henry's behavior was like child's play to be classified as hostile in Roman's world..
of course.
If it weren't for Viscount Bale's wise judgment,.
The situation might not have ended so easily..
“I'll just skip it after seeing Viscount Bale. Well then, let’s go..”
“Thank you.”
Viscount Bale, trying to smile.
As Roman retreated, he opened his eyes and looked at Henry..
“Henry, I know what you did.?”
“……Still, how could my uncle hit me??”
“What a stupid guy! Roman Dmitry is a talent that Marquis Benedict is keeping an eye on. He would do anything to recruit Roman, but what kind of benefit does he stand to gain by losing to such a talented person?! It's Henry. When are you going to grow up? There's no problem in the Albert family if you act like you own the world, but if you act the same way here, they won't be able to protect you like they do in the family..”
It was a cold reality..
If the Albert family was truly a great family.
Henry would not have been deployed to the southern front in the first place, but would have been exempted from national defense duties in some way..
that was reality.
ambiguous power.
Henry didn't know reality and couldn't recognize the rising power..
Then suddenly.
Viscount Vale had an idea..
“Roman Dmitry may have bad feelings towards us after what happened today. So Henry. From now on, you will be assigned to Roman in everything from training to reserve unit formation, so you can somehow build a close relationship with Roman Dmitry. Keep this in mind. If you don't follow my uncle's instructions properly, I will send you to the Western Front, even if it means getting a scolding from your mother. got it?”
In those words.
Henry had a hunch.
One mistake, and my comfortable military life was completely over..
* * *
After all the fuss,.
Roman headed to his dorm..
Accommodation was randomly assigned at the Southern Training Center, and as soon as I arrived at the accommodation, I could see what kind of privileges I had received..
‘Viscount Bale worked hard.’
On the way here.
I saw other nobles unpacking their belongings in a dilapidated old building..
It was an understandable scene considering the circumstances of the southern training camp, but the building assigned to Roman's accommodation was a very clean, new building..
A single-story building designed to accommodate only one team..
It was a sight that showed how great Viscount Bale's ambition for power was..
‘It is easy to deal with people who openly reveal their ambitions. Life at Southern Training Center might not be so bad..’
Like Viscount Bale's request.
Roman will not elevate him to central government..
but.
It was necessary to take full advantage of the fact that each other's interests were still aligned..
Squeak.
I opened the door to the accommodation..
Inside, the soldiers had almost packed their luggage..
Seeing them spotting Roman and trying to salute him, Roman lightly rang the bell hanging at the end of the door..
Jingling jingling.
Moment.
All soldiers' actions stopped..
meaning of drops.
Over the past few months of training, one command has been etched into their minds:.
“It's an emergency!”
“Everyone prepare for battle!”
It took a moment for a well-organized space to become a mess..
Soldiers spilled their belongings on the floor.
Then, the items were stuffed into a small military cabinet, and the spectacle of 30 soldiers moving at the same time unfolded..
Roman came out..
Dropping a nuclear bomb on your home.
He looked at the door with a relaxed expression, as if it had nothing to do with him..
How much time has passed.
Soldiers began pouring out of their quarters..
Cracking.
steadily.
They lined up in this row in front of Roman in the order they came out..
Quick and organized look.
Even though they were out of breath, they stood up straight so as not to lose their angle..
Roman said.
“2Minute 39 seconds. Even though I was in the middle of organizing my quarters, it was too slow to spend more than 2 minutes preparing for battle. I've told you this over and over again. The enemy doesn't care enough for us to be fully prepared. In a situation where we don't know when, where, or who will attack us, we must prepare as best we can in a short period of time to survive a war that may never end. If more than 2 minutes are spent on the next emergency signal, then prepare for appropriate punishment..”
“All right!”
“I'll keep that in mind!”
The soldiers responded with blood forming on their necks..
It was a truly unique sight..
Of all the troops who entered the southern training camp, none were as disciplined as the soldiers who followed Roman..
a nobleman's resort.
The southern training camp is far from military discipline..
But Roman, who gives orders,.
Soldiers who follow orders.
I was taking the current situation for granted..
* * *
that time.
McBurney, the general instructor at the Southern Training Center, could not hold back the sigh that came out in the process of preparing for training..
“I can't believe I'm preparing for some kind of training?.”
onetime.
He was a veteran warrior active on the Western Front..
Out of loyalty to his country, he volunteered for the Western Front and defended the Kingdom of Cairo by fighting numerous battles for about ten years..
In recognition of his performance at that time, he was promoted to the position of Baekwonjang..
He started out as a commoner and rose to a great position, leading a hundred men, but it was only in a moment that he fell into the abyss..
3years ago.
There was a time when the Kronos Empire crossed the border..
They attacked the Kingdom of Cairo as a warning, and many soldiers guarding the western front were killed..
McBurney was no different..
After a brutal battle, the fall of the Western Front was prevented, but on that day, McBurney lost his right arm, which was used as a sword..
More than the burning pain in my arm. At that moment, McBurney knew that his life as a warrior was over..
It was as expected.
There was no place for the maimed on the battlefield..
McBurney was stripped of his position as leader, but fortunately the Kingdom of Cairo did not completely abandon him..
“McBurney. In recognition of your achievements on the battlefield, I plan to appoint you as a training instructor at the Southern Training Center. Although he has decided to leave the battlefield, he hopes to serve the Kingdom of Cairo while there..”
McBurney's reality changed..
Even back then.
He thought he still had work to do for Cairo..
But the reality was bleak.
On the Southern Front, unlike the Western Front, awareness of the war was at an all-time low, and most of those entering the Southern Training Center were not truly prepared for war, but intended to spend some time and then return home..
As a result, the training system at the southern training center was a complete mess..
Usually, in western training centers, even nobles receive the same training as soldiers, but in southern training centers, nobles were completely excluded from training..
While training in the scorching sun.
The nobles took a nap under the shade..
The commander of the southern training center also went beyond that, so the instructor preparing for the training felt rotten inside..
“What on earth does this mean?.”
With a miserable face.
I looked down at the training plan..
3The training system was tightly planned, starting with weekly basic physical training, but it was meaningless if the nobles who commanded the soldiers were not trained anyway..
War is ultimately a battle of heads..
Commanders do not simply exist as commanding authorities, but must also have the stamina to understand the level of their soldiers and move accordingly..
People who have never experienced war do not know that.
Most of them were trash who thought that just by giving orders, war would be over..
“Phew.”
I sighed..
Already 3 years at Southern Training Center.
My motivation dropped to the bottom, but I still couldn't ignore reality..
“……I should do the bare minimum.”
It will be the same this time too.
While the nobles were leisurely taking their time, McBurney was planning to at least teach the soldiers properly..
In a fierce battlefield.
He painfully experienced the fear of the word ‘what if’.
* * *
It was as expected.
next day.
The nobles who arrived at the training site gathered in groups of three or five in the shade provided by the giant trees even before training began..
“Is that really true??”
“That's right. If you come visit our territory later, I'll show you what enjoyment is..”
“You promised. I will trust you and visit you.!”
“Your brother's visit is always welcome.!”
They have already finished speaking..
As comrades performing national defense duties together, they chatted excitedly like old friends..
On the contrary.
Soldiers waited for training in the scorching sun.
Unlike the private soldiers brought by Roman, they were troops assigned by the family for national defense duties..
In the first place, it was far from the word elite..
Each noble family had no reason to care about the level of troops that would be tied up on the southern front for two years meaninglessly, and for that reason, the number was filled with conscripts who had virtually no proper military training..
Soldiers who can't line up properly.
Seeing them sweating profusely and taking off their weapons, McBurney's expression did not look good from the beginning..
‘also.’
always.
I was hoping this time might be different..
Leading soldiers with strong loyalty like those on the Western Front would fill him with pride, but as always, McBurney saw people who were ashamed of the very name 'soldier'..
What if such a ragtag group of people defended the Western Front? I can assure you that the defense line will collapse before it can last even a single day..
‘It's the same warring country, so how can it be so different?.’
I suppressed my emotions..
As the general instructor of the Southern Training Center,.
I had to be faithful to my assigned role..
Even if it took a toll on my professional pride, losing my arm took my old life with it..
It was then.
‘……?!’
The soldiers lined up in their respective factions..
But among them.
Unlike the other soldiers who were disorganized, there was a group of forces lined up in a row..
That wasn't all.
at their forefront.
Even though the hot sun was shining from the sky, Roman Dmitry could be seen standing with the soldiers..
McBurney's prediction was wrong..
This year.
Dmitri's mutant, different from the trash we've seen so far, has entered the Southern Training Center..
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