Reborn: Imperial Officer Promotion Guide

At five o'clock the next morning, feeling the rising sun, Hull opened his eyes.

Five minutes later, Hull washed, changed his clothes and walked out of the room. He glanced at Goliath who was sleeping soundly against the door, shook his head, and walked straight towards the cafeteria.

The cafeteria is the public area of ​​the entire fortress. In order to prevent poisoning incidents, each team is equipped with an independent kitchen.

Each team also manages its own food.

Hull came to the cafeteria window of Team 8, where several chefs from Team 8 were preparing breakfast.

"Lieutenant... Lieutenant Hull! Good morning!"

Seeing Hull coming, the chefs dropped their work, ran out and saluted him together.

"Don't worry about me, just do your own thing."

Judging from their nervous attitude, I guess what happened last night has already reached their ears.

Hull didn't want to pursue anything further, such as whether they knew that the white wine was used to entertain him, and whether they knew that the wine was poisonous.

He just stared straight at the chefs standing at attention in front of him.

"By the way, there are a few things I want to convey. From now on, in my army, regardless of rank, all food distribution, regardless of type and quantity, must be unified."

"Yes!"

"After eating, each person is only allowed to have more food once at most. If you want to drink at night, the maximum is three glasses. If anyone dares to eat more than they want and is greedy, report to me immediately."

"well!"

"I won't be too demanding on anything else, except that there must be no problems with the hygiene of the food."

"If food poisoning occurs, it's fine if it's just a few people with physical problems, but if multiple people are poisoned at the same time, I will hold you accountable according to military law."

"Yes Yes!"

"If you have questions, ask them to me right here and right now."

"...yes!"

"Hmm? No problem?"

"..."

Silence flowed like an undercurrent before the chefs.

After waiting for a while, a chef raised his hand.

That man, like Sergeant Qiu Mo, had a middle-aged beer belly.

"My name is Guy, and I'm the head chef of Team 8. In the past, we were not allowed to take food again after finishing a meal. But according to your previous order, do you want us to increase the supply of meals in the future?"

"If so, it would increase the food budget."

"Then you should draw up a plan today, submit it to me as a budget sheet, and I will ask for a budget from the higher-ups."

"I see. Also, I have another question, Lieutenant Hull, do you have any preferences or taboos in terms of taste?"

"...I don't have that kind of particularity. Basically, as long as the food is not expired and does not have hygiene problems, I can swallow it. As for nutrition and the like, I am an outsider, so you can decide for yourself."

"Okay...Okay, I understand. I'll do as you say."

Chef Guy smiled and nodded.

In Hull's opinion, the other party was able to ask questions carefully despite the pressure he put on him, so he could be considered a very conscientious person.

This made Hull feel somewhat favorable towards this man. He smiled and gently patted Chef Guy on the shoulder.

"You will have to take more care in the future. Don't underestimate the army's food."

In the army, especially in infantry units like the 8th Squad, how well soldiers eat, whether they can eat enough and whether they can eat well, determines the upper limit of their physical fitness during daily training and formal combat.

Otherwise, Hull would not have gotten up so early in the morning and ran to the cafeteria to give orders in person.

All of this is to enhance the combat effectiveness of the troops.

"By the way, from now on, can you please deliver the meals for me and my guards to my room?"

"No problem at all."

Hearing the answer, Hull nodded.

After giving the instructions, Hull estimated the time. It was almost half past five, so there was still some time before the assembly, so he turned and walked towards his room.

After returning to the room, Hull walked to the military map hanging on the wall.

The map contains detailed information about the northern region.

The northern border of the empire is adjacent to the Principality of Diorudo.

The two countries have been in constant dispute for years, and are in a stalemate of tug-of-war every day.

Furthermore, there were barbarian tribes called the Kumins who would frequently appear and pillage villages along the way.

They are not the only enemies...

Thinking about what the colonel and his men said the day before...even the Imperial Army cannot be trusted.

For this reason, Hull was so anxious to build an army of his own.

This is also the reason for killing the chicken to scare the monkeys and make other junior officers obey.

Hull memorized all the information on the map, and then opened the military logs submitted by the team members one by one.

"..."

There is nothing of reference value in the log.

This is not surprising, whether it is low-ranking non-commissioned officers or ordinary soldiers, most of them are of civilian origin like Hull.

The literacy rate among the common people in the empire was already very low, and the upper class held a monopoly on knowledge.

Ordinary people can hardly make a living, let alone send their children to school.

Many soldiers in the army come from poor backgrounds and join the army just to make a living.

Hull didn't have much hope for the contents of the diary, so he could only sigh and continue reading these meaningless diaries one by one, until the content of one of the diaries caught his attention.

"Goliath." Hull shouted through the door.

"What? What's the matter? I'm not asleep."

Goliath walked into the door with his muscular body stretched out. He looked anxious, with saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth.

"Wipe your mouth first." Hull smiled and did not pursue the matter: "Now go and convey my instructions to Sergeant Zellerga - ask him to call the soldier who wrote this log."

Hull tossed the log to Goliath.

"Oh, okay, I understand."

A few minutes later, Sergeant Zellega and a soldier in his early thirties ran in breathlessly.

"Sir, did you call me?" Sergeant Zeller saluted.

"I didn't ask you to come. Oh, forget it." Hull looked at the soldier: "What's your name?"

"Yes!" The soldier saluted Hull deeply and said, "Private Etan, please give me your instructions!"

The middle-aged soldier looked nervous.

It's no wonder. Generally speaking, when a superior calls you out by name, it's usually not a good thing.

"At ease! Private, I read the log you wrote. It records the time and location of our battle with the Principality of Diorudo, as well as the time and location of the attack by the Kumin barbarians. I want to ask you, are these records complete?"

"No, the records I made are only based on my memory and are probably incomplete."

"Really? Then I'll give you a task. Go ask the people in the team and sort out the time and location of all the battles we had with the Principality and the barbarians in the past."

"Yes...Yes!" Private Etan stood at attention and saluted again, while Hull patted him on the shoulder gently: "You have a talent for summarizing information. I'll leave this to you."

"Sergeant Zeller..."

"Yes! Shangguan!"

"Every literate soldier needs to keep a daily log. This is a rigid rule without any purpose. It is just to deal with the superiors. It is meaningless. Our team will no longer do this useless work from today. The soldier-level log will be abolished from now on."

"Instead, from today on, all soldiers below the rank of sergeant will report directly to Private Eitan every day, and he will compile and summarize the report to me."

"Yes!"

"Of course, this will definitely increase Etan's workload." Hull glanced at Etan next to him, then looked away.

"Talk to the other sergeants about whether to increase his salary or give him more rest time. What's the specific arrangement? Come up with a plan after discussion."

"I understand...but sir, if you want to abolish this rule, do you need to report it to your superiors?"

"Don't worry, I will report this to my superiors later. Just follow my instructions now. I will take the blame if anything goes wrong."

"My subordinate understands!"

"That's all. If you have any questions, please ask me right here and now."

"No doubt." They both answered in unison.

"Then you guys should go back first."

After receiving Hull's instructions, the two men saluted and left quickly.

"It seems that your competence is really contagious, Hale."

"Really? Then how come you are immune to me?" Hull said jokingly.

Goliath showed a simple smile.

Fifteen minutes later, the cafeteria brought breakfast to Hull.

Goliath's portion was also delivered.

"Goliath."

"Huh? What's up?" Goliath held the bread in one hand and the bacon in the other, his mouth already full.

"Go to the mess hall and check if the food they ration us is the same as that of other soldiers."

"Ah? You really know how to pick the right time. I'm enjoying my meal right now!"

"Just go to the cafeteria and get some more food. I'll give you my piece of bread after we're done."

Highlanders are naturally tall and have an astonishing appetite. Basically, it takes three Huls to equal the appetite of one Goliath.

"Hehehe, that's great, then I'll go take a look and get another one."

Goliath licked the last bit of food on the plate with a smile, then trotted towards the cafeteria while holding the plate.

Hull chewed the bacon on the plate. It was quite tasty.

The only thing is that the milk has a strange smell, it must be expired, so I will share the milk with Goliath.

Anyway, his taste buds can't distinguish them, and his stomach is as hard as iron.

"It seems that we need to put some effort into food storage."

Do you want to give the kitchen a shot later?

However, perhaps the source is not the kitchen, but perhaps there is a problem in logistics, transportation and procurement.

"Heer, I'm back. I've checked. Everyone eats the same thing."

"Really? Very good. As a thank you, I'll give you this as well."

Hull handed Goliath the milk bottle he had just taken a sip of and the agreed bread.

Goliath didn't mind at all. He just took the bread and started eating it with milk.

"However, although the types of food are the same, the amounts allocated to each person are slightly different."

Hearing this, Hull's originally calm expression suddenly became sharp.

"Then I can't approve of it. I have no control over other teams, but I don't allow this kind of differential treatment in my team."

"Why? It's okay for people of higher rank to eat more, right?"

"Of course there is a problem. This kind of differential treatment itself is a problem and it is meaningless!"

"Ordinary soldiers' daily training and fighting in wartime require a lot of physical strength, so they need more nutrition than officers."

"On the contrary, officers don't have to expend any physical energy at all. Plus, they eat a lot and get fat. Didn't you see how big the stomachs of those sergeants are? This will actually reduce the combat effectiveness of the troops."

"Yeah...you're right." Goliath slowed down his eating, obviously he had listened to what Hull said.

"What the subordinates ask for from their superiors is only fairness. Others may not take it seriously, but as their superior, it is my duty to promote such equality."

After saying this, Hull stood up and planned to go to the kitchen to ask for accountability.

"Huh... Ah Hur..." Goliath sighed at this time.

"As long as everyone can sit at the same table and eat happily together, the food will be the most delicious. I think this is the most important thing."

Hearing Goliath's words, Hull stopped.

After a long time, he slowly said.

"... maybe."