Four years of war life had given Caesar the habit of eating quickly, and after a quick meal he wiped his hands and said to Tom, who was beside him, 'Tom, let's go.'
Caesar made his way back to the quartermaster camp, it was now midday and most people were either sleeping or soaking in the tavern, Caesar walked straight to the back post of the quartermaster camp, took the money bag from Tom and walked into the post.
'Warner! Warner!' Caesar shouted.
'Dying! You're dying! Damn you, Caesar, I hear you, not letting anyone have a good nap, you damned bastard!' Warner, who was in charge of the stagecoach's communication duties, came out of one of the inner rooms of the stagecoach.
Warner grumbled 'Sending money home again, are you? Come on, give it to me!'
'Here, this is mine, this is for the guys on my team, don't get mixed up!' Caesar barked.
'Got it, got it, it's not the first time I've sent you money, other squads aren't as motherly as you!' Warner, still upset that Caesar woke him up for a nap, whined.
'You kid, see me fix you if you get mixed up.' Caesar gritted his teeth at the good luck guy.
Said he was lucky, because he post head not only enjoys the military pay of a third class soldier, but also the main thing is that this post is safe, after all, everything can go wrong, only the logistics can not go wrong.
And in this post don't need to Worried about being bullied, general small captains really don't dare to mess with Warner.
However, there is no promotion path here, Caesar third class when Warner is in charge of the post this piece of it, now Caesar promoted to second class for more than a year, he is still here.
On the contrary, Caesar heard that he is related to the Baron Lord's steward, so Caesar think there will be a doorway for promotion in the future.
'Hmmmmmmmmmmm, any other requests? Take a message or something.' Warner had dealt with Caesar for not a day or two, he knew that this guy always had to bring a couple of words to his family every time he received his military pay and sent the money back.
'Eh. Take a message to my parents so that they take care of their health, and my sister, so that she doesn't have to save money all the time, and buy whatever she wants, I don't lack that little money now.' Caesar had already thought of what he was going to say, he was sure his sister knew what he wanted her to buy, a silk scarf for her hair, it was Caesar's obsession.
'En, got it, the merchant caravan sent back to our Kyle Territory will leave tomorrow, first to the occupied Peters collar in the eastern Tyre province, then to the royal capital Flor city, and finally back to our southern Del province, it will be sent back in 20 days at the latest.' Warner said.
After exchanging pleasantries with Warner for a while, Caesar excused himself, and he didn't disturb Warner's lunch break.
Don't look at the fact that it seems quite chilly now that it's just Caesar here at Warner's, but in fact it's going to be a lively time when the afternoon rolls around. Because, today payday.
Walking out of the post, Caesar took Tom back to their squad's tent.
'Tom, what do you think our village is like now?' On the way back, Caesar and Tom were chatting. Not only were the two of them from the same village, their two families were even neighbours.
'It's still the same. The maple tree at the entrance of the village should be bigger, my old brother had another son this year, I now have three nephews, the family's farmland will not worry about ploughing in the future, this year's harvest is said to be very good, the village killed a pig for our military family, every family has a share, and ...' Tom is usually a silent person, but once the mention of the hometown speech can not be put away, has been rambling until the two returned to the tent.
'This war has been fought for four years now, and it's almost over, I really want to go back soon,' Caesar sighed.
After Caesar and Tom returned to their own squad's tent, the rest of the squad was on lunch break except for the servant Phil who was on guard duty. Anyone who has been to war understands that having plenty of energy will allow you to live longer on the battlefield. Caesar walked to his own bed, took off his jacket, and got into bed as well, but he didn't fall asleep, he was thinking about how he should function, and be able to be promoted to first class soldier as soon as possible.
Garrel Kingdom army has its own set of promotion system: servant soldier, cannon fodder on the battlefield, just joined the army after two months of training is;
Third class soldier, the main combatant in the kingdom's army, need more than two years of military age (wartime needs more than one year) and own to have the strength to cope with the three servant soldiers;
Private, serve as a 10-man squad leader in the army, need more than three years of military age (wartime more than two years) to have the strength to cope with the The second class soldier, who is the captain of 10 men in the army, needs more than three years of experience (more than two years in wartime) and has the strength to deal with three third class soldiers.
The first class soldier, the ace combatant in the army, holds the position of a 100-man squadron leader, requires more than four years of military service (more than three years in wartime), and possesses the strength to defeat at least three second class soldiers.
That's right, it's defeat, because a first class soldier has the right to cultivate 'fighting energy （fighting power）'; As for the promotion of a first class soldier to a knight, there is no clear explanation in the army, and Caesar think it won't be announced until it reaches that level.
Caesar is clear about his own strength, to cope with three and his own level of private, if you fight for your life is not a problem for a short period of time, the military age is also enough, but whether he can be promoted in his heart is not the bottom, and his strength is similar to a lot of in their barracks.
Because of the battle two months ago, their battalion casualties of one-third, the third squadron leader, the fourth squadron vice squadron leader died in battle, which left two empty seats, the monk porridge is scarce, Caesar do not know how many people secretly staring at these two seats.
Thinking of that battle two months ago, Caesar also shuddered, this was the second only to the bloody battle of Gordon Heights that Caesar had experienced.
In order to take down the Felmer Grand Canyon that leads to the enemy's hinterland, the kingdom's three major legions are regardless of casualties with human lives to fill up, in order to break the stalemate of the three major legions to take turns with the wheel war to the canyon heights to launch the onslaught, defending the canyon of the enemy is said to be only a legion of troops, and how to defend.
This battle is extremely difficult, the enemy in order to defend this last front can be said to be desperate, Caesar more than once experienced deeply wounded enemy soldiers surrounded by their own side, regardless of the crazy attack, this is to protect their homes?
Caesar asked himself, if his own kingdom was invaded, would he do this?
Thinking of what his army did in the Kingdom of Shiloh last year after successfully defeating the large force of the Kingdom of Shiloh and occupying the Peters Territory, burning, killing, looting, people with a little bit of assets raising their families to be relegated to slavery, and women with good looks were either seized by noble lords or filled as military prostitutes, and also thinking of his own parents, kind sister, Caesar also understood these opponents because under the same circumstances, Caesar would do it even more ruthlessly.
In the face of such bloody opponents, Caesar's heart was full of respect, but he also did not have a soft hand. This was war, and his brothers were also taking casualties.
The three legions attacked strongly for nearly a month before taking the Felmer Grand Canyon. Their battalion was attached to the Eagle Legion and was the fifth brigade of the Eagle Legion's Second Infantry Regiment, the Second Infantry Regiment was the vanguard of the entire legion in that battle, while the third and fourth squadrons of their brigade were the vanguard of their battalion, and it was the two of them who attacked in the very first battles.
The sky-shattering sounds of killing never ceased, and even Caesar, who was recuperating in the rear at the time, could hear the screams, the curses, and the clash of swords.
Every now and then, a fireball or a lightning bolt crossed the sky, which was said to be the power of magic, and blood stained the whole sky red.
When it was Caesar's turn for their squadron and the first squadron to participate in the attack, the third and fourth squadrons that their battalion had retreated back to had already been reduced by nearly half, which caused no small amount of panic among the soldiers in the barracks.
However, Caesar, who had fought for four years, forced down the panic in his heart. Caesar, who had lived for four years on the meat grinder-like battlefield, knew one thing, you can't be timid on the battlefield, the more you are afraid, the faster you will die.
In that battle their squad dodged a few waves of magic bombardment under Caesar's command, and in terms of fighting the enemy, Caesar didn't fight hard, this kind of enemy with a death wish is the worst thing to mess with.
He chose to suggest that the squadron leader, Uncle York, participate in the war on the flanks of the canyon, where there are many dangerous walls and rocks, easy to avoid bow and arrow and magic attacks, and the enemy garrison is not much, it is a soft persimmon, and occupying the heights of the flanks of the canyon is considered to be a credit.
After all, war is war, Caesar's squad still killed two people: Private Geli, a sword and shield with a handful of strength, and Servant Gal, a humorous boy, only 16 years old.
Caesar personally gained a lightly wounded private, a third, and five or six servants, at the cost of a stab to Caesar's right breast and a number of minor injuries.
The final result of the battle was that their squad had killed one private, five third class soldiers and more than ten servants, and they were able to achieve such a great result not only because they had fought many against few from the beginning to the end of the battle, but also because of the cohesion of their squad.
After killing the enemy troops and taking their waist tags they can go to the battalion to exchange them for military honours, servant soldiers account for 1 point of military honours in the army, third class soldiers account for 5 points, and second class soldiers account for 10 points.
Caesar has saved up almost 50 points of military merit now.
In the barracks, military merit can be exchanged for promotion, 100 military merit can be exchanged for the rank of first class soldier; there is also acting as currency, soldiers can buy everything they want in the quartermaster camp through military merit, which is more versatile than silver buc, and the purchasing power is stronger; lastly, it can be exchanged for money, 1 military merit for 1 silver buc.
This is the choice of most of the soldiers, Garrel Kingdom has experienced two years of drought, food prices remain high, most of the soldiers are to let their families live, the money exchanged for military honours the nobles and the military department don't dare to embezzle and can't be embezzled, the money is sent back to the family, so that their loved ones will be able to live.
Caesar had also been exchanging his military service for money before, but he changed his mind from last year when he experienced the bloody battle of Gordon Heights.
If you can't survive, how can you make things better for your family?
The ones who die the most and the fastest on the battlefield are the cannon fodder at the bottom, servant soldiers die the fastest in high intensity wars, even he who was a small powerful third class soldier at that time ended up surviving after exhausting his strength and hiding in the pile of dead people.
After that bloody battle he had made considerable progress in strength, and in virtue of the large number of captured enemy waist plates and the care of Uncle John, who had also survived and had been promoted to lieutenant, he became a small captain, out of the category of the big-headed soldiers.
Caesar considered that his current strength should be in the middle of the pack among these people involved in the competition, his military service, although not necessarily the highest, must be higher than the vast majority of people, there is still a certain chance that he can be promoted to a higher rank this time, and I believe that Uncle York will also help him.