Academy Genius Commander

312 – Training is like a real battle, a real battle is like training (11)

A month after the mock battle ended.

I headed to the 18th Division to establish military discipline.

Originally, it would have been enough to dispatch some of the 7th Division’s troops as trainers and conduct a thorough guerrilla attack.

What the Faroesia area army needs now is to improve its constitution over a long period of time, and the most effective solution is to make the unit commanders of each unit do well on their own.

However, from what I have observed so far, it seems that the Faroesia area army will not be able to develop to the level I want just by talking about it.

Wouldn’t it be right to motivate division commanders so that they feel excited?

So the method I chose, although a little inefficient, was to personally give the 18th Division, which lost in the mock battle, a 4-star rating.

I’m sure other division commanders will think this when they hear this news.

‘If training is not done properly, Captain Jaeger, wearing a red hat, will come to take care of it himself. The story is that there is hellish training in inspecting commanders. If even the slightest bit of idiotic behavior is discovered, the 4-star dignification will unfold in earnest.’

It’s terrible even for me, who gave it 4 stars, to think about it, but without exaggerating, I don’t think the person affected will have nightmares about running it myself for about 10 years even after they are discharged.

Instead of facing such a disaster, it would be better to improve the quality of the unit, even if it means replacing the officers and soldiers under it, and do your best to avoid being a target.

“Attention owls!”

At those words, all the high-ranking officers, including the division commander, stood at an angle, looked at me, and shouted in a loud voice.

“Attention!”

“Align left and right based on owl number 14!”

“Evil!”

At those words, more than 30 high-ranking people, including the 18th division commander, quickly jumped and lined up.

I spoke while pointing to a tree about 300 meters away with my index finger.

“Turn back! “Go back and forth to the tree you see over there!”

“Ready to canter! Evil!”

“Go forward!”

In normal times, they are the ones who give orders to soldiers and officers under their command, so they do not have many opportunities to participate in such training.

If a higher being decides to roll, a soldier has no choice but to roll, so they immediately turned back and started running for dear life.

When handling younger officers, non-commissioned officers, or soldiers, I, as an instructor, can just watch, but the average age of those here is in their mid to late 40s.

If you force them to participate in training, they could get seriously injured, so you shouldn’t treat them carelessly.

So, I decided to run along and leave those who seemed to be in serious condition to rest.

“Left foot, left foot, one, two, one, two.”

As I gave the command and started running next to them, the trainees looked at me with shocked expressions.

“Are you running together, captain?”

“As a commander, my motto is that the soldiers and the commander always work together. Moreover, since you are officers and nobles holding important positions in the 18th Division, I must take special care of you. Rest assured, I will personally take care of it so that no one misses training due to injury.”

“Thank you! Evil!”

“Okay, so feel free and push yourself to your limits. The imperial officers have to fight like soldiers, so physical strength is their competency as a commander. “One, two, one, two.”

When I started blowing the whistle that I had purchased with my own money as a command, the officers who were trainees did their best to follow along with their fiercest resistance.

The face turns red like a boiled octopus, and it appears to be panting and running with an expression that makes it look like it will die soon if things continue like this.

At the same time, venom appeared on their faces.

“Ugh, I’ll hold on no matter what I do!”

“Division commander, run just a little bit longer! “You can do it!”

“Gasp, sh*t. “I’m soon to be discharged, I’m soon to be discharged…”

There are some guys who complain even when I’m around them. Additionally, if the training is too difficult, harsh words may come out without you even realizing it.

In fact, when I first introduced guerrilla training, I could not bear to confront the instructor and battalion commander directly…

Except for Laura, the other officers cursed me out of sight, calling me ‘Major Jaeger bastard.’ I understood that and moved on, but that’s about it.

As I ran while lost in thought, I was already running nearly 5km at a canter.

At this point, there may have been some exceptions, but the older officers had trained their bodies to fit the formula of ‘officer = knight’ and were physically strong, so they followed the training until the end.

But looking at the expressions on the faces of the guys following me, it was truly a sight to behold.

Not only were they panting heavily, but some of them were even drooling as if they were breathing through their mouths.

Now that no one can even utter grumbling words, it must mean that the body has reached its limit.

If a person pushes himself to the limit or just to the limit, his body’s capabilities increase, but if he pushes it to a point that it cannot handle, the body breaks down.

Someone expressed this in a wonderful way: ‘Pain that cannot kill me only makes me stronger,’ but no matter how I am, if I kill officers during training, I will be severely punished.

“Everyone stand there!”

After I stopped running and stood, the officers sat down.

“Gasp, I feel like I’m going to die…”

“Just 10 years ago, I could run like this even while wearing armor, but now that I’m older, I can’t do that…”

“When the Chief of Staff was the company commander, I was the deputy company commander, but that wasn’t the case.”

And just then, the soldiers came, bringing ingredients for our meal, pots, and firewood.

“It’s time to eat!”

At those words, the trainee officers looked back, thinking that they could rest now, but what could be considered meal ingredients were at a miserable level by the standards of nobles.

Biscuit, cured meat, some cheese, peas and a glass of beer.

It was the same meal that ordinary soldiers eat on the battlefield, but the noble officers frowned for a moment because wheat bread and decent meals were usually supplied even on the battlefield.

When I saw those officers, I laughed and imitated the words of a teaching assistant that I had seen on YouTube before.

“Those meals were purchased with taxes, the blood and sweat of the people of the empire. Additionally, the soldiers you command always eat like that during normal times. “Training is done in preparation for war, so why are officers reluctant to eat rough meals?”

Hearing those words, the officers lowered their faces as if they were embarrassed, and I, with the help of the wizard, started a fire as an example to them and as an example to them.

Put a pot on the fire, add water, finely crushed biscuits, salted meat, and peas to make Jjambap, commonly called lobster sauce.

If you look at its appearance, it looks like a porridge, or rather a biscuit, because of its unique color, as if mud had been scooped up and dissolved in water.

I scooped it up into my bowl and put it in my mouth with a spoon.

“…… S, it’s worth eating. “The salted meat adds saltiness to the biscuits, making them worth eating.”

As I said, the taste of biscuit porridge is more like eating flour dough with salt added.

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I was at a point where I wanted to say I couldn’t do this, but I couldn’t replace these officers if I didn’t set an example.

I emptied the entire bowl with the thought of eating just to survive.

Then I handed a bowl full of lobster sauce to Trainee No. 14, Director Hausen, who was sitting over there.

“It would be good to eat well to survive the training afterwards. “Hurry up and eat.”

As soon as the division commander received the lobster sauce I gave him, he started pouring it in with a spoon, and even though he was rolling it around a lot all morning, he didn’t look very good, as if it didn’t taste good.

However, the corners of his mouth quivered and he smiled, perhaps because he thought he had to flatter himself in order to survive.

“It’s really delicious, probably because the boss made it.”

“Is that so? If the seasoning isn’t right, ask for some salt, add a lot, and boil it. It will be better. “There’s guerrilla training in the afternoon, so eat plenty of salt if you don’t want to be out in the sun.”

“Thank you for your consideration.”

And when the officers saw that, they took one or two lobsters and started eating them.

Among the officers who ate Jjambap, which was questionable as to how they were given it, there were some who were quietly looking for their families and mothers.

Some people felt sympathy for junior officers and soldiers who may be suffering more harshly than themselves.

“…… Laila.”

“I can’t believe that something like this is served as a meal for soldiers. As the chief of staff of this unit, I cannot tolerate meals like this…”

“We need to manage division feeding more strictly…”

After the meal, I had the officers do all kinds of training, including just enough guerrilla training to keep them from collapsing.

And after a week, an order came from His Majesty to come up to the imperial palace.

I guess it’s because it’s related to Switzerland.