After receiving orders from the General I immediately headed towards the garrison to inspect my new troops.
Now wearing the epaulettes of a Major, and having a nice medal on my once empty chest, I already have my nose up to the sky.
Having been notified beforehand, the three companies (minus 1 platoon), gathered to welcome the arrival of their new commander. I'm honestly worried if I can lead a force 10 times the size of my previous command, but when I saw nearly 500 troops neatly lined up my heart flared.
This! Imagine how glorious a concentrated charge is with these numbers! Hahaha! My heart races at the thought of being at the forefront of such a mighty advance. I feel like I can somewhat understand those stupid Banzai people. Wouldn't being a part of such human wave instill oneself with endless courage!
For the Emperor! For Japan! Banzai!!!! Waaaaa!!!!
Just imagining the scene already makes me want to jump into action right away. Hahahaha! I've definitely gone crazy already!
Getting off the car, I see the awesome coordinated salute of my new troops. Experiencing this sight, I'm also starting to understand why fascists love their salutes so much. The sweet taste of power emanating from the obedience of a salute.
I'm no longer worried, I like this very much now.
I salute my troops and slowly inspect my men. Most of the regular troops look fine, at least it looks like some have already gotten blood on their hands. Unlike the Mr. Retreat pre-isekai Renya, I won't have to roll these guys as much as my old platoon.
Inspecting the eyes of the junior officers, it seems that the platoon commanders know about my exploits, seeing as they look at me like some kind of 21st century idol.
Meanwhile the company commanders, they don't show it but I can definitely see dissatisfaction. To them who are my 'seniors' in age, I'm basically a youngblood who got some lucky majors or something. Meanwhile I was a platoon commander and was suddenly given a command half the size of a battalion. Its normal for them to show such distrust.
Anyways at least I won't treat them harshly like the 'education' most soldiers get at the present IJA. And it definitely won't reach the depravity of the 'mental education' of WW2 IJA. Ever since I became a commander I treated my subordinates well, referencing superior modern barracks culture. And I'll do that here as well. But first I should roll them hard before the start of the operation 2 weeks from now.
"Konnichi Wa. As of today I am your new commander, Renya Mutaguchi. Some of you may have heard of me and my humble exploits."
I look at the company commanders faces, and I see their faces crumpling, while the platoon commanders show a look of interest.
"Have you ever wondered how me and my men were able to crush those damned commie bastards with a 1:7 exchange ratio? How is it we were able to win overwhelmingly despite our inferior numbers??"
At my question all the soldiers show a look of interest. Even cocky 'seniors' can't hide their curiosity. I reply in kind with nasty grin.
"Of course! Its through the superior mental strength of our proud Yama... Poof!!!"
"Hahahahahaha!!!"
I laugh at my own trolling, meanwhile the soldiers begin to show a look of contempt. After having a good laugh I speak with a much more dignified expression.
"Mental strength?!?! Bullshit! Can superior spirit kill the enemy?! Can you stop bullets mid air like some Buddha with mental strength?! No!"
"For the next two weeks we'll be on constant training, officers included!"
At my words the soldiers start to get agitated, the officers especially.
"Before the operation begins I'll be teaching you how me and my men got to kill 7 reds per person! If you want to be the next Tiger of Siberia or Dragon or something follow my orders unconditionally!"
"This training will not only save your lives on the field but will help save the person standing beside you! I will teach you how to slice up your enemies! I swear to god that by the time I'm done with you lot you'll be reborn as the devils incarnate!"
"Follow me and I'll make you the strongest soldiers in the entire Imperial Japanese Army! No!! The entire world!!"
"Follow me and be the envy of the West's Generals! I promise you not a dog's death, but a death worthy for the eternal glory and prosperity of his Majesty the Emperor and the Empire of Japan!!!"
At the agitation that seemed to have come from Goebbels himself, surprising even myself, and infected by my own incitement I unsheathe my sword and raise it to the sky and shout till my lungs burst.
"Tennōheika!!!"
"Banzai!!!"
The soldiers initially stunned by my earlier remarks begin to show eyes of fanaticism at my final cry. The officers, dubious at my abilities at first take out their swords in unison and the soldiers shout a cry that seem to pierce the sky.
Even the civilians and soldiers of other units, curious at my early shouts, started listening to my words and were gradually agitated as well. When I finished my impassioned speech they all joined in on the atmosphere I created and shouted along.
"""Banzai!!!"""
"""Banzai!!!"""
"""Banzai!!!"""
"Alright!!! Now run you fucking worthless bastards!!!"
I swiftly cut the fascist rally and go back straight to business, and immediately start the training from hell. I only have 2 weeks with these worms and I need to get them at least half the level of my old platoon, so I'm gonna roll them hard.
"I said run!!! You fucking worthless maggots!!!"
The initially bewildered soldiers eventually started running. Especially when I was cursing at them with the face of a madman while brandishing my unsheathe sword.
"My sword hasn't tasted blood in a while so if you don't want to be its next victim, then run!!!"
"What kind of officer are you! You should lead your men from the front not behind! Is that all the 'seniors' are capable off!"
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"You twinkie bastard get up! Do you think the enemy will leave you alone just because you 'tripped!'
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After 4 hours of constant running I ended the day's session.
Eventually I my nickname became the Devil of Siberia within my unit.