NABC Chapter 2 War
Chapter 2 War
Just as Gerns snapped out of his reverie and before he could even pack up his lunchbox, a burly man with a thick beard walked toward him.
"You're here, Uncle Legler? Want to grab a drink this afternoon?"
Before the big man could reach him, Gerns stepped forward first and said to Uncle Reggler with a grin.
"You brat, how many times have I told you to call me Company Commander in the army! You think you can get rid of me with just one drink? You'll need at least two!"
Although Uncle Reggler's tone carried a hint of complaint, Gerns could still discern a touch of humor in the slight upturn of his lips.
Gerns did not think it was just a simple joke.
He had long intended to sit down with Uncle Regler and discuss his thoughts on his promotion, rather than simply to invite Uncle Regler for a drink.
Since the battle in the canyon a month and a half ago, his achievements were enough to promote him to private first class.
Private First Class is the dividing line among all soldiers. The Baron will grant every person who is promoted to Private First Class the qualification to learn martial arts and breathing techniques.
Moreover, a private first class can at least become a deputy company commander, and veteran privates like Uncle Reger are directly appointed as company commanders.
Uncle Legler agreed to his request not only to save face, but also because in Uncle Legler's eyes, he should be a young man with potential.
Furthermore, according to the original owner's recollection, it wasn't just Uncle Legler who came from the same town, Seagull Town; in fact, most of the people in the entire group came from the same territory.
During the four years that the original owner served in the army, Uncle Legler gave him the greatest help, helping him from a soldier all the way up to his current position as a private.
It can be said that Gerns has been taken care of by Uncle Regler for the past four years, and Uncle Regler is also willing to help him. It is estimated that during this drinking session, Uncle Regler will give him some pointers on how to be promoted to private first class.
"No problem, I'll come and call you after you've eaten."
Just as Uncle Legler left, Enzo, who had gone to get food, returned to the squad's tent with the food in his hand.
"Good, you didn't steal the meat from my meal on the way."
Gerns took the lunchbox from Enzo, opened it, nodded slightly, looked at Enzo with a slight smile, and patted Enzo's shoulder heavily.
"Of course."
Enzo patted his chest, as if he had done something extraordinary.
Enzo watched as Gerns took the lunchbox and opened it. Inside, several pieces of stewed pork lay quietly, the fat on the surface of the pork glistening with a translucent amber color.
For ordinary soldiers who are constantly on the move and whose daily stamina is enormous, this piece of meat is particularly tempting.
"Captain, look how fatty this piece of meat is, how about I take care of it for you?"
As Enzo spoke, he swallowed hard, glancing at the fatty meat in the lunchbox.
"You're the most cunning and lazy one in training every day. If you don't slack off one day, I'll give you a portion. If you perform better than others, I'll give you more."
"Captain, you said it yourself. Tomorrow you can expect to give me all your meat."
After saying that, Enzo and the rest of the team members burst into laughter.
Gerns simply smiled and then wolfed down his lunchbox.
Although Gerns had a basic understanding of the environment since his transmigration, he was still not quite used to his current body. For example, he was easily hungry.
Fortunately, the past two weeks of military life had given Gerns the habit of eating quickly. After finishing his lunch in no time, Gerns tidied up his desk.
After lunch, it's time for a lunch break.
Before transmigrating, Gerns did not have the habit of taking a midday nap, but now that it was wartime, daily training was no different from peacetime, and the amount of training was no less than that in peacetime.
Therefore, Gerns developed the habit of taking a nap after lunch every day during peacetime, since he needed to have enough energy to survive on the battlefield.
Gerns took off his coat and went to his bedside to lie down, but he didn't fall asleep. Instead, he was thinking about how to get promoted to private first class as soon as possible.
In the army of the Kingdom of Collington to which Gerns belonged, there was its own promotion system: servants, who were cannon fodder who had just entered the battlefield and had low strength.
Private First Class, the main force of the kingdom's army, generally requires more than two years of military service, but only one year in wartime, and is capable of dealing with three servants at the same time.
Private First Class, serving as the leader of a ten-man squad in the army, requires more than three years of military service, or more than two years in wartime, and must be capable of dealing with three Privates First Class.
Gerns is currently a private.
Above privates is privates, the leading figures of the main combat force in the army, serving as the captain of a hundred-man company. In peacetime, they need more than four years of military service, while in wartime, only three years are required, and they need to have the strength to defeat three privates.
That's right, it's defeat, because privates have the right to learn martial arts.
As for the promotion of a private to a knight, the army has not made it clear, and it is likely that it will not be made public until one reaches that level.
Gerns knew his own strength; he could handle three privates of the same rank as him at the same time, and if he fought desperately, he wouldn't have any problems in a short time.
He wasn't sure if he could get promoted, as there were many people in the military with similar abilities to him.
Because in the canyon battle half a month ago, the battalion suffered no less than a quarter casualties. The captain of the second company and the deputy captain of the fifth company were killed in the battle, leaving only two positions vacant. With more monks than porridge, it is estimated that many people are secretly eyeing these two positions.
Even though he hadn't personally experienced the war, the aftereffects of the battle two weeks prior often woke Gerns from his sleep in the middle of the night.
Perhaps due to the combined memories of this body, the shouts of battle and the clanging of weapons during the siege kept echoing in his mind.
In the process of capturing the Edras Canyon, which leads to the heart of the enemy country, the kingdom's four legions poured themselves up the canyon with all their might, regardless of casualties.
In an attempt to break the deadlock, the four legions launched a series of attacks on the canyon highlands. It is said that the enemy defending the canyon only had one and a half legions of troops, so how could they possibly hold it?
Their battalion belonged to the 3rd Battalion of the 4th Infantry Regiment of the Radiant Legion. In that battle, the 4th Infantry Regiment was the vanguard of the entire legion, and their battalion's 1st and 2nd companies were the vanguard of the entire battalion, and these two companies were the first to fight.
In short, this battle was extremely difficult. The enemy fought desperately to hold onto this last line of defense. When Gerns recalled the heavily wounded enemy soldiers who launched a frantic counterattack after being surrounded by their own forces, he was filled with rage.
These are all subjects who are simply fighting back to protect their homeland.
But looking back and asking myself honestly, if my own country were invaded, would I have done the same?
If this were in my past life, I probably would have acted even more ruthlessly under the same circumstances.
As Gerns recalled how countless martyrs in his previous life had also rushed to the front lines to resist the invaders, he couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for the enemy soldiers and an indescribable shame for his own army's acts of aggression.
Faced with such a fierce opponent, even if Gerns held him in high regard, he would never hesitate to fight back on the battlefield, because this was war, and his own army would also suffer casualties.
Pity for the enemy is cruelty to oneself.
This is the conclusion Gerns has reached since his time travel.