Chapter 832: Army Experience +1+1…

The midday sun is warm and the green grass leaves are shining like jade.

Walking out of the pine forest and standing on the green grass beside the stream, you can smell the youthful earthy smell and the smoke from farmers’ cooking.

This kind of weather and this kind of place are most suitable for an outing, but at the moment it is not so leisurely and peaceful here.

“You are a stranger, you have come to our Thousand River Valley to beg for food!”

“Aqina! Sethhei! (Norn swear word)”

“What are you yelling about? Weren’t you the ones who broke the rules first?”

Some people on the grass were wearing leather armor, some were shirtless, and most of them were holding at least one long stick wrapped in cloth.

Only a small number of people were unarmed, but they were not afraid and just punched their friendly forces in the face.

Some officers and gendarmes were trying to stop them in a panic, while more people were clapping and cheering.

There were even wounded soldiers running out of the camp on crutches to watch the battle.

There were at least a thousand people on the grass, two-thirds of whom were fighting and screaming.

The grass was blown up, mud was flying everywhere, and the ground was full of soldiers tangling and rolling around.

Judging from the collapsed tents, the broken scoreboards, the broth spilled on the ground, and the white lime lines drawn on the ground.

This is probably because conflicts broke out during an internal training exercise, so it was changed to actual combat.

“Beep, beep, beep–” The military police who were escorting the new recruits into the camp didn’t care about the new recruits. They blew their whistles, drew out their sticks and ran over.

No one cared about the new recruits, so they naturally wanted to join in the fun and followed the military police.

Seeing this chaotic scene, Venise, who had been suppressed all the way, jokingly said, “Doesn’t the Salvation Army claim to have strict discipline? Is that it?”

“Didn’t you say before that abiding by discipline would lead to cowardice among soldiers, and that one must have the courage to break the rules?” the crusader next to him immediately retorted.

Venise, who was hit accurately by his own boomerang, pretended not to hear it, climbed up a hill with his hands behind his back to look.

Thierry, Abaz and other members of the military observation group naturally followed, looking over there with their hands on their backs.

It has to be said that even when these soldiers were fighting in groups, they were quite organized.

Except for a few dozen people fighting, most of them were in teams of ten, covering each other and charging in formation.

Amid the sound of flesh colliding, someone would scream and fall backwards from time to time, and his comrades would immediately jump out to cover him.

Although it was a chaotic fight, with the shouts of several team leaders and officers, the positions and situations gradually became clear.

At this moment, a rider suddenly ran out from the camp: “The commander has ordered that those who gather to fight will be punished with five sticks. The loser will give the sausage to the winner tonight!”

“Roar–“

“For the sausages!”

Regardless of the intense situation in the fight, Thierry quickly walked to the edge and came to the side of the officer on crutches.

“Hey man, I’m from the French military observation group. Can I ask you a few questions?”

After showing the letter of introduction to the officer, the officer’s vigilance disappeared: “What do you want to ask?”

“How much do you earn every month? Is that something you can tell me?”

“Yes, it’s all public information. I’m a captain of a hundred, with a monthly salary of 2 gold pounds, which means I get about 80 dinars.”

“…You mean your salary is only one-third?”

“OK.”

“Well, how are you going to get by then? Don’t you want food or a place to stay?”

“Meals are prepared by the regiment, and clothes are provided by the regiment.

Accommodation is either provided by the legion fund or in the barracks. It’s not like I have to pay rent for the barracks, right?
Except for drinks and daily necessities, the regiment covers everything. Unless you want to play dice, have a bite to eat, or go out to find prostitutes, this salary is too much.”

“And what about the remaining money?”

“Send them all home.” The officer on crutches looked at Thierry in surprise. “What if someone embezzles? For example, if someone sneaks through your house, aren’t you afraid?”

“We all have household registration, which is managed by the entire Holy League. It’s not like we went there, so we can’t find it.

And I have the soldiers’ files and accounts, with clear records of their military exploits and the distribution of spoils.” The officer rolled his eyes at him and said, “Do you want to be a Cheka employee?”

Thierry was silent for a moment.

Abaz, Venise and others who were around soon returned and summarized the final news.

When Horn distributed money to the soldiers, he did not actually hand the gold coins to the soldiers.

Instead, he only gave one-third of the money as pocket money, and sent the rest to his hometown.

The excuse is to prevent you from gambling and spending money recklessly.

Those who have no family can either choose to apply for the full amount, or have it temporarily put into the soldier fund to earn interest and be paid out when he returns.

If a soldier dies in battle without a family, his salary will be used to build and maintain cemeteries and churches for the dead.

In other words, Horn said that the expenditure was 30,000 pounds per month, but only one-third of it actually went to the front line.

The rest of the money went to his hometown, but since there was a lack of male members in his hometown, he naturally had to buy livestock or machinery to replace them.

Otherwise, they would follow the bulletins to build new houses or buy jihad bonds and sugar mill stocks.

The gold pounds that were sent out returned to Horn’s holy treasury.

Although a lot of it is still hidden, as long as there is consumption, it will eventually flow back into Horn’s hands.

No wonder he dared to say that the finances could last another year.

“Learn, there is no end to learning.” Thierry couldn’t help but sigh as the tip of his pen rustled across the notebook.

Ignoring Abaz who was still organizing his notes, Venise asked in a low voice, “Can we really use this thing? Just putting a civilian as a general would anger many nobles.”

“Just remember it first. If it works, use it. If it doesn’t, modify it and use it again.”

The observation team here was muttering to themselves, but they felt a draft of air passing by their side.

“A few…”

It was not until the man walked up to them that they all shuddered and noticed the presence of this man in a Cheka cape.

“Everyone, we have informed the Darth Chapter Master, you can go in now.”

Walking along the neat roads between camps, you can see sewage ditches in front of the barracks.

The barracks were intentionally staggered to prevent cavalry from charging straight ahead at the command post.

In the very center of the barracks, there was originally a hunter’s hut, but it was converted into a temporary command post.

After entering the wooden house, several key members of the observation team saw a young man in his twenties.

He was standing in front of a hanging map with his hands behind his back.

He was wearing a plain waistcoat and dark gloves. If it weren’t for the armband on his arm, no one would have recognized him as the chapter leader.

“Hello, Your Excellency Captain Darth.” After confirming his identity with the aide-de-camp beside him, Thierry took the initiative to step forward and bow to greet him.

“Hello, hello. No need to bow, just shake hands.”

“This is not legal.” Thierry declined Das’s outstretched hand and insisted on bowing with his hands on his chest.

“I have received the letter from His Majesty that you were coming, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon.” Das smiled as he withdrew his hand somewhat uncomfortably, “But you came at the right time.”

After bowing and performing the salute, the members of the observation group stood up and listened to the laughing words of the young chapter leader.

“What does Lord Das mean by this?” Thierry, the leader of the observation group, asked in confusion.

Das stroked the stubble on his chin and laughed: “Aren’t you here to observe the military? It just so happens that tomorrow I will lead my troops to attack the Leia army. If you are interested, how about coming with me?”

(End of this chapter)