CH 77

Southern Training Center (3)

Henry grabbed his cheek.

tingling shock.

Henry looked up at Viscount Bale with a shocked expression, his big eyes wide open.

" uncle?

In Henry's memory.

Viscount Bale was a loving maternal uncle.

From a young age, he watched Henry grow up, and he did whatever he asked for.

So there was a time when I liked my uncle more than my parents.

He was so important to Henry, he could not even imagine that he would slap him in the face.

Tears welled up.

It was more difficult to mentally accept the fact that he had been hit by his maternal uncle rather than the shock that came from the cheek.

Despite Henry's reaction like that.

Viscount Bale didn't give her a single glance, and looked at Roman and smiled awkwardly.

"This is what I am so sorry about. I had to make sure my nephew's mental education was made, but he seems to have made a mistake since he was so immature. Let me apologize for you. Even if you look at my face, please close your eyes on this."

The opponent is Roman Dmitry.

later.

You don't know how far it will develop.

Moreover, since he was also favored by the Marquis Benedict, Viscount Bale decided that he should apologize quickly.

It was a very rational decision.

No matter how much he usually cherishes his nephew, it was not enough to exchange affection for his future path.

In the end, even Henry's parents would have blown Henry's cheek.

Things were sorted out.

Henry is shocked and Viscount Bale asks for forgiveness.

There was no need to escalate the problem.

Henry's actions were like children's pranks to be classified as hostile in Roman's world.

sure.

Without the wise judgment of Viscount Bale.

The situation may not have ended so easily.

"After seeing Viscount Bale, I'll just move on. Then let's go."

"Thank you."

Viscount Bale, who is trying to smile.

Seeing Roman retreating, he opened his axe's eyes and looked at Henry.

"Henry, do you know what you did?"

" But how could my uncle beat me?"

"What an idiot! Roman Dmitry is a talent the Marquis Benedict is keeping an eye on. You would do anything to recruit Roman, but what on earth are you going to gain by pretending to be such a talented person?! Henry. When are you going to grow up? There will be no problem in the Albert family if you act as if you own the world, but if you act the same here, I will not be able to protect you as in the family."

It was a cold reality.

If only the Albert family was a really great family.

Henry would not have been assigned to the Southern Front in the first place, but somehow would have been exempted from the duty of national defense itself.

That was the reality.

ambiguous power.

Henry did not know the reality and did not recognize the rising power.

Then suddenly.

Viscount Bale came up with a good idea.

"Roman Dmitry may have felt bad for us today. So Henry. From now on, starting with training, you will attach all of the reserve forces to Roman, so somehow make a friendly relationship with Roman Dmitry. keep in mind If you don't follow this maternal uncle's advice, I'll send you to the Western Front, even if you hear a word from your mother. got it?

at that word.

Henry felt it.

With one mistake, the comfortable military life was completely over.

* * *

The commotion is over.

Roman headed home.

The accommodation was randomly assigned by the Southern Training Center, and as soon as I arrived at the dormitory, I could see what kind of preference I had received.

'The Viscount Bale tried.'

on the way here.

I saw the other nobles unpacking in an old, worn-out building.

It was a scene that was understandable given the circumstances of the Southern Training Center, but the building assigned as Roman's accommodation was a very neat new building.

A single-story building designed to accommodate only one team.

Viscount Bale's ambition for power was great.

'It's easy to deal with people who openly express their ambitions. Life at the Southern Training Center wouldn't be that bad.'

Like the demands of Viscount Bale.

Roman will never elevate him to the central government.

However.

It was necessary to take full advantage of the fact that they still had mutual interests.

squeaky.

I opened the door to the house.

Inside, the soldiers had almost packed their things.

When they found Roman and they were about to salute, Roman lightly rang the bell hanging from the end of the door.

little girl.

Moment.

All actions of the soldiers were stopped.

the meaning of drops.

In the past few months of training, a command has been imprinted in their minds.

"It's an emergency!"

"Everyone, prepare for battle!"

It was an instant that the well-organized space became a mess.

The soldiers poured their belongings on the floor.

Then they stuffed things into a small armament, and a spectacle of 30 soldiers moving at the same time unfolded.

Roman came out.

After dropping a nuclear bomb in the house.

As if it had nothing to do with him, he gazed at the door with a relaxed expression.

how much time has passed

Soldiers started pouring out of the dormitory.

bump

clinging.

They lined up in this row in front of Roman in the order they appeared.

Quick and tidy look.

Panting for breath, they stood upright not to lose their angle.

said Roman.

"Two minutes and 39 seconds. Even though it was in the middle of cleaning up the accommodation, it was too slow to spend more than 2 minutes to prepare for battle. I've been telling you guys The enemy doesn't take care of us to be perfectly prepared. In a situation where we do not know when, where, or who will attack us, we must make the best preparations in a short time to survive a war that will never end. If the next emergency signal takes more than two minutes, then prepare for the appropriate punishment."

Okay!

"I will keep that in mind!"

The soldiers answered, with blood on their necks.

It was truly a unique sight.

Of all the troops who entered the Southern Training Center, none were as disciplined as those following Roman.

A resort for the nobility.

The Southern Training Center is far from the standard.

But Roman also gives orders.

Soldiers following orders.

He took the current situation as if it were normal.

* * *

that time.

McBurney, the general instructor of the Southern Training Center, couldn't hold back the sighs that erupted as he prepared for training.

"I'm preparing for some kind of training."

onetime.

He was a veteran warrior on the Western Front.

He volunteered for the Western Front as one of his loyalty to the country, and fought numerous battles for about ten years to protect the Kingdom of Cairo.

In recognition of his performance at that time, he was promoted to the rank of centurion.

He started as a commoner and rose to a great position of commanding a hundred men, but it was only for a moment that he fell into the abyss.

3 years ago.

There was a time when the Kronos Empire decided to cross the border.

They attacked the Cairo Kingdom as a warning, and many soldiers protecting the Western Front lost their lives.

McBurney was no different.

The fall of the Western Front was prevented after a grueling battle, but that day McBurney lost his sword-wielding right arm.

Than the pain of burning arms. In that moment, McBurney had a gut feeling that his life as a warrior had come to an end.

It was as expected.

There was no place for the disabled on the battlefield.

McBurney was stripped of his position as centurion, but fortunately the Cairo Kingdom did not abandon him entirely.

"McBurney. In recognition of what you have shown on the battlefield, I intend to appoint you as a training instructor at the Southern Training Center. Even if you decide to leave the battlefield, I hope you will work for the Kingdom of Cairo there."

McBurney's reality has changed.

even then

He thought he still had work to do for Cairo.

But the reality was grim.

Unlike the Western Front, awareness of war on the Southern Front had fallen to the bottom, and most of those entering the Southern Training Center were not really prepared for war, but showed the purpose of spending time in moderation and returning home.

As a result, the training system of the Southern Training Center was a complete mess.

Usually, even the nobles at the western training camp were trained the same as the soldiers, but in the southern training camp, the aristocrats were not at all in training.

While training in the scorching sun.

The nobles took a nap under the shade.

The commander of the Southern Training Center also passed that level, so only the inside of the instructor preparing for training rotted.

"What does this mean?"

with a sad face.

I looked down the training schedule.

The training system was tightly planned, starting with basic physical training for three weeks, but it was meaningless if the nobles who commanded the soldiers were not trained anyway.

War is, after all, a head fight.

Commanders not only exist as commanders, but must also understand the level of the soldiers and have the stamina to move according to their breathing.

Those who have never experienced war do not know such a fact.

Most of them were garbage who thought that war would be waged just by giving an order.

"Whoa."

A sigh came out.

Already 3 years at the Southern Training Center.

Motivation fell to the floor, but he could not turn away from reality.

" You should do the bare minimum."

It will be the same this time.

While the nobles had their leisure time, McBurney was going to teach even the soldiers properly.

on the fierce battlefield.

He deeply experienced the fear of the word "if".

* * *

It was as expected.

next day.

The nobles who arrived at the training ground gathered in the shade created by the three, three, five giant trees before training even started.

"Is that really true?"

"Because it is. Later, when you visit our estate, I will show you what pleasure is."

"You promised. I will trust you and visit you!"

"Your brother is always welcome!"

They have already finished their communion.

As a link of comrades performing national defense duties together, they chatted with excitement like old friends.

On the contrary.

The soldiers waited for training in the scorching sun.

Unlike the enlisted soldiers Roman brought in, they were troops assigned by the family for their national defense duties.

It was far from the word elite soldier in the first place.

Each aristocratic family had no reason to care about the level of troops that would be meaninglessly tied to the Southern Front for two years, and for that reason filled their heads with conscripts who had never actually been properly trained.

Soldiers unable to properly line up one line.

Seeing them sweating profusely and loosely taking off their arms, McBurney had a bad expression from the start.

'Also.'

always.

I was hoping it might be different this time.

As in the Western Front, if you lead a soldier with strong loyalty, you will feel proud of yourself, but as always, in McBurney's eyes, there were those who were ashamed of the name 'Soldier'.

What if such scoundrels defend the Western Front? In a nutshell, the line of defense will collapse without being able to hold out for even a single day.

'It's the same warring country, but how is it so different?'

suppressed emotions.

As the general instructor of the Southern Training Center.

He had to be faithful to the role assigned to him.

Even if it was a loss of professional self-esteem, the loss of an arm also lost the past life.

That was then.

' ?!'

The soldiers lined up for each faction.

But among them.

Unlike the other cluttered soldiers, there were forces that lined up in rows.

It wasn't just that.

at the forefront of them.

Even though the sun was shining from the sky, I could see Roman Dmitry standing with the soldiers.

McBurney's prediction was wrong.

This year.

Unlike the garbage he had seen before, Dmitry's mutant entered the Southern Training Center.