Following the order from Archduke Julius, the military and political systems of the eastern provinces immediately took action and began operating at full capacity.

Everything was implemented in an orderly manner according to the plan that had been made.

‘Dudu, dudu~!’

The sharp and piercing whistle kept sounding.

Private Moore, the fifth company of the 506th Regiment of the 101st Division of the Eastern Army, couldn't help groaning in pain, and then he held his head tightly with both hands, as if to block out the annoying sound, stood up and walked out

He sat up on the bed.

Moore looked out through the windows on all four sides of the barracks. He saw darkness outside the window, not even a trace of light. He couldn't help but cursed: "I hate this damn whistle."

Judging from the sky, it wasn't even past six o'clock at this time.

The soldiers nearby also woke up from their sleep, shouting and yelling at them.

There isn't a soldier who doesn't hate this damn thing.

Its sharp sound can directly penetrate the brain, even if it is covered with a pillow, it will have no effect.

Many people think this is an invention of the devil.

(Moore can accurately point out that the devil lives in the distant city of Nedel, robbed the beautiful princess, opened a multinational monopoly company, slept on a bed made of gold coins, squandered money like water every day, and lived a decadent life.

An enviable life.)

Although the whistle is not big, with a little effort, it can blow out a sharp, piercing, and painful sound, as if someone has stabbed a needle in the brain.

After the officers got this thing, they felt like a treasure. They tied it up with a delicate lanyard, hung it around their necks, and held it in their mouths every day.

But for the soldiers, this is a terrible nightmare.

It rings every morning when I'm still awake.

When eating, it will ring,

It will beep when you drink water.

When you pee, it makes a noise,

It also makes a sound when you poop...

And as soon as it sounds, no matter what you are doing here, you have to arrive at the meeting point within a minute and a half, and then line up.

Euphemistically called emergency assembly training.

Once he fails to meet the standard, what awaits him is a punishment like hell: running fifteen kilometers, squatting and jumping 500 times, doing push-ups 500 times, peeling potatoes, washing the toilet, scrubbing the toilet...

Moore had some doubts about whether those son-of-a-bitch instructors were perverts who had climbed out of hell. They actually thought up all kinds of ways to torment people anytime and anywhere.

And it's really incredible that I didn't go crazy due to the torture.

At this time, there was a huge chaos in the camp.

The soldiers jumped out of bed one after another, and while cordially greeting the female immediate family members of the officer who blew the whistle, they hurriedly put on their own clothes, picked up their weapons, and rushed out of the barracks.

Fortunately, as the elite troops of the Eastern Legion, they have practiced this torturous and urgent gathering countless times and are all extremely skilled.

Even in the dark night, the soldiers quickly found their positions, lined up in several rows, and stood there quietly, waiting for orders.

Moore even had the leisure to make a low-pitched bet with the brother next to him: "Hey, bison, these son-of-a-bitch officers must be full again and want us to run ten kilometers."

The burly soldier next to him had a simple and honest face. He just smiled at him with bared teeth. In the dark night, those white teeth were dazzling.

Immediately, a young officer's low voice shouted from the side: "Quiet. Don't talk."

Moore rolled his eyes and then shut his mouth obediently. At this time, there would be no good results if he pissed off the officer.

The entire team was silent, and no one made a sound.

What makes Moore a little strange is that at this time, those senior officers should have appeared, holding their canes between their arms and giving lectures like big shots.

He encouraged everyone, and then just like a tired fool, he asked everyone to run for ten to fifteen kilometers. However, after a while, no senior officer showed up.

The other soldiers in the team also discovered this situation and were slightly agitated, but under the constraints of military discipline, no one made a sound.

Even the young officers leading the team felt something unusual and looked at each other in surprise.

After a while, a loud sound of military boots was heard.

"Here we come~!" The soldiers suddenly became energetic and straightened their bodies.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a light coming on in front.

Under the light of the fire and surrounded by a group of officers, a middle-aged officer strode over.

Everyone immediately recognized that this was their regiment leader, Colonel Hinke, an old-school soldier who had risen from the ranks step by step.

Immediately afterwards, a slogan sounded: "Everyone ~ salute ~!"

As the words fell, all the soldiers raised their right hands and beat their chests heavily at almost the same time, shouting: "Long live the empire~!"

Seeing the soldiers' high spirits, Colonel Hinke nodded with satisfaction and then returned the salute.

He paused for a moment, and then said loudly: "Brothers, we have an urgent mission now and must set off immediately.

I can’t tell you what your mission is yet, but I can only tell you that the time has come to sacrifice your life for the empire.”

He wanted to continue saying something, but paused, and then said loudly: "Disband now, you have fifteen minutes to pack your personal belongings, and then set off as a team."

After saying that, he took half a step back, saluted with his heels together, and then turned around and left.

Immediately afterwards, the junior officers of each company roared loudly.

"Quickly, go back and pack your bags."

"Lighten the package as much as possible."

"Except for necessary supplies, you are not allowed to bring anything else."

"..."

Amid their angry shouts and scoldings, the soldiers started to scramble like headless flies. There was a burst of noise in the camp.

The soldiers rushed into their camps one after another, and then quickly rummaged through various things, turning over their beds in a mess, finding all kinds of necessary items, hurriedly packing them and stuffing them into their backpacks.

Although they only carry necessary supplies, the soldiers still pack as much stuff as possible. Who knows when it will come into use.

Fifteen minutes later, they lined up and hurried out of the camp amid the officer's command.

Behind them, only a mess was left in the camp, like a crop field that had been passed over by a herd of wild boars.

Amid the officers' orders, the soldiers all hurried forward with their heads in the moonlight. They were so dizzy that they didn't know the direction at all and just followed the backs of the people in front of them.

They walked until dawn, and everyone was hungry and exhausted. Then an order came to let everyone rest on the spot.

Everyone was immediately relieved, threw away their backpacks behind them, and sat down on both sides of the road.

At this time, a chef had already brought several large basins of soup over and stopped at the roadside. Then he swung a large copper spoon and knocked it on the edge of the basin.

As he was knocking, he shouted loudly: "You little bastards, it's time to eat. Come on, come on. If your hands are quick, your hands are slow, but if you are slow, you won't be able to grab it. I won't care if you starve to death..."

Before he could finish his words, a group of soldiers were already holding their own dinner basins. They swarmed up and surrounded the chef.

The chef immediately became furious, swung his long spoon, banged it on the soldiers, and cursed: "Queue up for me. Get in line. If you don't queue up, no one will be able to eat."

An officer also rushed over and beat and kicked the soldiers who disturbed the order. They were beaten until they screamed and screamed. Only then did order be restored.

Moore was also hungry for a long time, his chest was pressed against his back, and he hurriedly grabbed a bowl of rice. Using the special skills he had learned in the military camp, he grabbed three pieces of bread with one hand. Then he ate them all in the shortest time.

After eating a bowl of hot soup mixed with minced meat, he felt refreshed.

As an excellent soldier, after eating, he naturally became energetic and began to inquire for information.

He looked around, and then asked in a low voice to the person next to him: "Hey, Barr, do you know where we are going?

Look at this stance this time, it doesn’t look like a drill. All the artillerymen in the legion have been pulled out.”

Four carriages dragging dark artillery were parked not far from them.

This is Colonel Hink's treasure, and he usually covers it tightly for fear of being bumped - he has never been so careful about his biological father.

Baal held the hot soup, raised his neck and drank it in one gulp. Then he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, took a breath, and then said: "Who knows, but I guess he went to fight the demons?"

He finally asked a question, obviously feeling very uncertain.

Now the only people on the mainland worth fighting are the demons.

Another person next to him was holding a soup bowl, sneered, and said: "The demons who beat shit, if you ask me, it's probably because our bald old dog can't change his habit of eating shit, so he wants us to take this opportunity to take it out."

Markand City. Even the cannons were dragged out without even looking."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Even if you think about it with your buttocks, you know that this answer is impossible to be correct, but it is well known that Grand Duke Julius has always been obsessed with Samarkand.

Moore looked at the young officer not far away and immediately raised his voice: "Lieutenant Peake, do you know where we are going?"

The officer paused for a moment, turned around and saw Moore and the others, snorted coldly, and scolded: "You're just holding on after eating, right? Don't pry around about military secrets."

After saying that, leave quickly.

Moore smiled and whispered: "This girl doesn't know either."
To be continued...