Reborn: Imperial Officer Promotion Guide

At seven o'clock in the morning, Hull arrived at the training ground on time and found that all the players had already lined up.

Everyone had a nervous expression on their face.

Whether it was to establish authority or to make an example of someone, due to what happened last night, no one in the team dared to go against Hull anymore.

"Then, let's start training."

Hull's voice was flat and he gave instructions in a cold tone.

The training content is the same as yesterday, just simple long-distance running training.

"Speed ​​is the most important thing in a fight. Scrape away all the fat in your intestines and belly."

As he spoke, Hull suddenly reached out and grabbed the fat on the side of Sergeant Zeller's abdomen.

"...Yes!" Sergeant Zeller responded loudly while enduring the pain.

Soon, the one-hour long run was over.

Unlike yesterday, all members completed the long-distance run within the specified time.

This is not an intense sport. As long as you estimate your physical strength in advance and slow down your pace, it is not difficult to complete it.

"Very good, let's do it again."

"...Ah?...Yes...Yes!"

Without Hull's order, no one dared to rest on the spot even after completing the long-distance run.

Unexpectedly, Hull ordered another round of long-distance running.

Without any complaints, everyone continued to run back and forth according to Hull's orders.

Another hour passed, and this time a few people fell behind.

Hull naturally ordered these people to add another round of round trips.

"The rest of you, start muscle training now, do squats, push-ups, sit-ups in groups of two..."

"You must push each other hard in order to improve your body's coordination and muscle strength."

"On the battlefield, a split second of speed can determine life or death."

"Yes!"

We are all soldiers standing on the front line of the war.

In a land of war, only by following the instructions of the strong can you survive.

Driven by this survival instinct, everyone did not hesitate at all.

Just like that, the morning training came to a temporary end.

It's time for lunch.

The chef prepared fish stew for everyone.

The fish chosen is the Axis trout, which is famous for its fatness.

Seeing this high-end delicacy, many people stared at it with their eyes wide open, ignoring table manners and starting to eat with relish.

There were a few team members who stood still without making any movement. They just stared blankly at the food on their plates with dull expressions on their faces.

I guess it’s because the training in the morning was too intense, so I have no appetite.

For these people, Hull ordered the chef to take away their meals first and allow them to rest for a while and come back to eat after their appetite has recovered.

"Eating is the basis for driving the body forward. If you encounter an emergency on the battlefield, you may not be able to eat for several days."

"So, we must eat now while conditions permit. I will not allow my soldiers to fast for anything."

"Yes!"

Hull called over the soldiers who had no appetite.

"You guys should go back to the dormitory and rest first. But don't think about being lazy. I just moved up your rest time. Correspondingly, I will also bring your afternoon training time to the same as that of other team members."

"understand!"

After lunch break, Hull asked the players to start combat training.

Under Hull's command, the team members put on light armor for training and began offensive and defensive combat training in groups of two, switching opponents every five minutes.

During the training, Sergeant Bass demonstrated exquisite sword skills that amazed Hull.

"Sergeant Bass, you are quite good with a sword."

"Yes!" Sergeant Bass smiled embarrassedly.

"In that case, you don't have to practice. Choose two good swordsmen for me, and the three of you can teach everyone how to practice swords together."

"Yes! Shangguan!"

Sergeant Bass shouted back happily.

After fifteen minutes of warm-up, Hull asked everyone to proceed with the next step of coordinated combat training.

Four people are divided into groups, three wearing light armor and one wearing heavy armor, engaging in sword attack and defense.

At this stage, Sergeant Bass, together with the selected Privates First Class Saliman and Abbas, began to provide sword-fighting guidance to the team members.

"Sergeant Bass's swordsmanship is quite good."

Goliath, who was standing next to Hel, muttered quietly.

"Well, veterans of the battlefield who have experienced fierce battles not only have rich practical experience, but also have a variety of offensive methods that can be switched freely."

Hull nodded with satisfaction. The training at hand was somewhat approaching the threshold of pre-war training.

Hull looked up at Sergeant Samuel and Sergeant Zellega.

“But some people are still far from it.”

The physical fitness of both of them is not bad, but perhaps it is because they were too lazy in the past and their bodies are completely unable to move freely.

The movements of swinging the sword were also very unfamiliar.

If we send them to the battlefield like this, they will only fill the corpse pit.

The sun gradually sets and it is almost evening.

The moment Hull announced the end of the training, all the players collapsed to the ground due to exhaustion.

There were beads of sweat on his head and he was breathing heavily.

It seems that this is the limit of their physical strength.

"Everyone, you've worked hard. Let's take a break for fifteen minutes. Dinner will be served in thirty minutes. Everyone should go to the cafeteria to eat immediately."

"I have informed the kitchen in advance. If one portion of food is not enough, you can order another one. If you want to drink, you are allowed to have three glasses."

"Eh? Shangguan, do you mean that everyone can eat two servings and drink three glasses of wine?"

An ordinary soldier asked with a surprised look on his face.

"That's right. Our 8th Squad has not been assigned any combat missions yet. Drinking some wine can help relax the body."

"However, my body is my own and I am responsible for it. If I have any physical problems due to drinking, I will not reduce the intensity of my training."

"...Yes!!" The soldier smiled and almost jumped up.

The sergeants looked at Hull with complicated expressions.

In the past, the sergeants, led by Qiu Mo, took advantage of their positions to monopolize the alcohol resources of the 8th Squad.

Now that he needs to share this with other soldiers, it’s no wonder that his expression is a little unnatural.

After Hur finished speaking, he took Goliath away.

After returning to the room, thinking that he had some time, Hull cleaned the room a little.

But soon, the food from the canteen arrived.

Hull stopped the visitor and asked him to wait a moment.

Hull finished the food on the plate in a few bites, then handed the empty plate back and asked the other party to bring another one.

That’s for Goliath.

An extra portion for himself, and two for Goliath himself.

The meal for three should be enough for him.

If that's still not enough, I can only give him some of the dried meat in my luggage to fill the gap.

After dinner, Hull asked Goliath to bring Private Etan over.

He also brought along the diary that Hull had asked him to organize.

The above records the locations and times of battles with the Principality of Diorudo in recent years.

As well as the location and time of the Kumin barbarian attack.

Hull quickly reviewed the contents and closed the journal.

"You did a great job. I'll ask you to continue to help me tomorrow."

"Eh? Shangguan, have you finished reading it now?"

"Well, it's nothing special. I've trained in speed reading before. If you have time, you can also practice it."

"If you read a page of a book in one second, you can save a lot of time in your life."

Hull was in a good mood and said a few more words.

“Is… is that so… hahaha…”

Private Eitan just chuckled in agreement, thinking, "This skill isn't something that everyone can master."

Hull, on the other hand, was somewhat puzzled and tilted his head as he looked at the other party.

"By the way, could you please help me sort out the data? I need to add the longitude, latitude, altitude and other related geographical information to the logs I submit to you later."

"That's... okay, I get it."

"I will apply for extra compensation for you for this part."

"Ah?! No no no, no thanks. I'm just fulfilling the task you assigned to me, sir."

"Whether it's work or mission, you need to pay for it accordingly. Your daily training, guard duty, and combat duties are all paid monthly in the form of military pay."

"And the work I assign you is an extra task, so of course I must pay you extra compensation for this part."

Facing Private Eitan who was about to refuse, Hull explained what visible rewards and punishments meant.

They just assign work to their subordinates endlessly, but deliberately ignore the rewards and promotion opportunities they deserve.

Hull detested such behavior and practices, and naturally would not go along with them.

Focus on the subordinates' abilities and achievements, reward them for their contributions and punish them for their mistakes.

Only by combining rewards and punishments can we reduce the resentment of subordinates and improve the coordination ability of the troops.

In this way, the combat effectiveness of the troops can also be improved.

After hearing what Hull said, Private Etan couldn't believe his ears, and an expression of shock and confusion appeared on his face.

After a long time, a smile appeared on his face and he nodded heavily.

"I understand. I am willing to accept this commendation. Thank you, sir."

"You don't have to thank me, you deserve it. You should be proud of your abilities and efforts."

"No, even so, I have to thank my superiors. I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but I have never received any praise since I joined the army."

"...It's up to you. You are free to think whatever you want. I don't have the power to control your thoughts."

"Yes, then please allow me to thank you in my heart without authorization."

After saying this, Private Etan saluted and then left Hull's room.

Hull shook his head. What kind of life did these soldiers live in the past?

This side of the Northern Fortress might be darker than I thought.

Sure enough, trouble soon came.

A week later, Hull received a summons from his superiors.