Reborn: Imperial Officer Promotion Guide

Before he knew it, a week had passed since Hull was exiled to the north.

In the afternoon of that day, Hull, who was directing his team members in training, suddenly received a summons from his superiors.

When Hull arrived at the military command room, he found that several senior officers had gathered inside.

"Report, are you looking for me?"

Hull saluted the senior officers present and then asked the highest commander present.

Colonel Giroud Maguno walked over with a smile on his face.

"I am really surprised. I didn't expect you to be able to stand in front of me alive and kicking."

"I submit logs every day. This should be confirmed in the logs."

After Hull answered like this, a short officer standing in front of his left suddenly turned his eyes unnaturally.

Colonel Giroud Maguno turned around and looked at the short officer.

"Oh? Lieutenant Mosbia, have you read Lieutenant Hull's log?"

"No, I never have."

"That's right, you're busy too."

Colonel Giroud Magno said just this one sentence and then turned the page on this article.

"That's really good. I've never found anyone who can control those villains in Team 8."

"However, I heard that you not only managed to control them, but also trained them well these days. You really changed my mind."

"I hope you don't take it to heart that I used them to test your talents."

"It's no problem." Faced with the colonel's verbal praise, Hull remained calm and responded coldly.

"Well, let me introduce you to your immediate superior from now on. Lieutenant Mosbia?"

"Yes." Lieutenant Mosbia stood closer and looked at Hull.

Hull was about to speak, but Lieutenant Mosbia raised his hand to interrupt.

"Before the formal greetings, may I ask you a few questions, Lieutenant Helheim?"

"Please tell me."

"On the night you took over the 8th Squad, you arbitrarily executed Sergeants Qiu Mo and Digert. Is this true?"

"true."

“Why wasn’t this reported?”

"I have explained this matter in detail in the log I submitted."

"Hey, I've already said that I haven't seen your log, nor have I received any reports on this matter."

The other party lowered his voice and just stared at Hull.

"So, Lieutenant Mosbia, how did you know about their deaths if you haven't read the log?"

Lieutenant Mosbia twitched his eyebrows: "Of course I learned it from other subordinates. How can such a major event be reported only through the log? Normally, shouldn't it be reported directly to the superior in person? What do you think? Lieutenant Hull..."

"I think you are quite right."

"Then why didn't you report it to me in person?"

"Because I don't think it's a big deal."

"I don't want you to think that it's up to me to judge whether it's important or not."

"Then please take a look at the log I submitted. I have clearly recorded all the causes, processes and results. After reading it, please decide whether this matter is important and whether I need to report it in person again."

"...Are you teaching me how to do things?" Lieutenant Mosbia was so angry that his breathing became rough.

"If you cannot trust the judgment of your subordinates and intend to make all decisions yourself, then please do as I said and read the logs submitted by your subordinates. That will be more efficient."

"If I need my subordinates to report everything to you in person, it would be a waste of time. I don't think it would be of any value."

"I didn't ask you to report everything to me in person!"

"Then I don't understand. What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Don't play dumb here. Don't you have any common sense? You killed two sergeants and dared not report it to your superiors in person. Do you think it's no big deal?"

"Yes, whether it is based on common sense or military law, I think the death of these two people is not a big deal."

"Really?" Lieutenant Mosbia raised his voice again: "Then I can only say that your brain is really abnormal. Do you think you can cover up killing two of your own subordinates?"

"No, I have no intention of covering up anything. Everything is recorded truthfully in the log."

"You...!" Lieutenant Mosbia almost couldn't hold back and burst into curses, but after looking at the colonel behind him, he finally held back and didn't lose his temper.

"How many times do you want me to tell you that I have never received any logs, nor have I seen the so-called records you mentioned!"

Lieutenant Mosbia emphasized his tone and slammed his fist on the desk beside him.

"I wrote this down in my log a week ago, and Warrant Officer Kamui from Squadron 5 came to pick it up in person."

"Oh? Really? What if Warrant Officer Kamui says he didn't get the log you said?"

"When I took the log, I asked Warrant Officer Kamui to leave the date and signature. If he commits perjury, I will submit his signature as evidence."

Hull is basically the type of person who doesn't trust others easily.

Although people always find it troublesome, he still keeps such records in case of emergency.

"..."

As soon as these words were spoken, Lieutenant Mosbia fell silent on the spot.

Hull looked at the other person's face. Lieutenant Mosbia's forehead was already covered with sweat and his eyes were moving rapidly, as if he was thinking of something to say.

Hull continued, "If Warrant Officer Kamui did not hand over the log I submitted to you, you should have enough time to remind him in a whole week."

"Because... because of the busy military affairs, I always read all the logs submitted by my subordinates at once on the weekends."

"Are you saying that you have to wait until the weekend to review the daily logs submitted by your subordinates? These are logs, which are timely intelligence materials. They are likely to record current urgent matters."

"If there's something urgent in the log, are you prepared to wait a whole week?"

"This...this..." Lieutenant Mosbia made a stuttering sound.

At this moment, one of the other lieutenants present couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Lieutenant Mosbia, a nervous little officer, blushed when he heard his colleagues laugh.

"Team 8 does not have any missions this month! For teams with combat or security missions, I will of course confirm their reports on the same day! Your team is not on duty and has no missions, so is there anything wrong with me putting your reports aside for the weekend?!"

"Things have to be prioritized. I'm just setting a priority order. What's the problem?"

"Tell me! What's the problem?"

Lieutenant Mosbia opened his voice to defend himself and asked Hull three soul-searching questions.

"So, you also agree that the death of the two sergeants is not a big deal, right?"

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Isn't it? You put my log submission behind other important matters."

"After learning about their deaths from other people, not only did they not confront me immediately, they didn't even look through the logs I submitted."

"So, Lieutenant, you agree with me that this is not a big deal, right?"

"Ahem... No, I just judged that this matter is not urgent! I didn't say that this matter does not need to be taken seriously!"

"..."

Lieutenant Mosbia's face was as red as a hot iron plate, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was obviously very angry.

"Come to think of it, you didn't care at all after killing two of your own men?"

"We are all soldiers. Soldiers violate military law and are executed. Whether I care or not, it won't change anything."

"My jaw dropped. A guy like you with such a low outlook on life could actually become an officer who will support the future of our empire!"

"You mean... can values ​​override military law?"

"I didn't say that! I'm warning you! Don't throw dirty water on me here!"

"What do you mean, then? Could you please explain it to me?"

“…”

Lieutenant Mosbia was silent for the third time.

Hull just observed his expression and let out a long sigh.

Why on earth should I waste my time arguing with this lieutenant in front of me?

Shouldn't the army be able to make the most reasonable judgment in the shortest possible time based on reasonable rules?

How can we face the ever-changing battlefield in the future if we keep wrangling so inefficiently?

Hull had no hostility or hatred towards Lieutenant Mosbia, whom he met for the first time.

I don't want to argue with him. Instead of wasting time like that, I might as well use it to do something meaningful.

In his previous life, he had to live in seclusion because he was not good at dealing with this kind of thing.

I didn't expect that even after passing the general officer examination and joining the army, I would still have to face this kind of thing.

Well, I should find a way to make the lieutenant in front of me calm down and reduce this unnecessary waste.