Chapter 506 Hunter's Mission
"Hunter, the lord is calling you over."
"I don't have time to meet any lord. Damn it, I'm very busy. Stand back and don't touch my formula!"
The two Crusaders looked at Hunter speechlessly. It was they who sent Hunter here last time. At that time, they thought Hunter was a little crazy. Now it seems that there is no change.
Yami, who was standing next to them, greeted the two and said in a low voice, "Don't bother with him. He doesn't seem to be very good here and is a very slow learner."
Yami reached up and tapped his head.
"But if you give him some time, he will be able to figure it out."
Suddenly there was a scream from inside the room.
"wrong!"
Hunter almost jumped up from his chair and rushed to the two Skitarii. "You just said that the Lord called me? Oh my God, I'll go over right now. I was so engrossed in doing math that I ignored the Lord's call. Oh my God!"
Yami nodded at the two Skitarii.
"Look."
"So, Lord, you want me to go to the North?" Hunter solemnly put down the documents in his hand.
"Yes." Hughes nodded. "You know a lot about the North. If you are willing to help us, your detention period will be shortened, and your salary can be paid according to the same salary as ordinary residents. If you make other contributions, you can also receive rewards according to the military merit system. Of course, meritorious service while serving a sentence requires an additional weight coefficient."
"No problem, I'm willing to go."
Hughes raised his eyebrows. He had heard that Hunter seemed to have a good impression of Castel, so he decided to choose him to go to the North. He didn't expect it to be so smooth? Could it be that this Castel syndrome has some effect of Stockholm syndrome?
Hunter's gaze was so scorching that Hughes couldn't help but look away.
"Okay, since you are willing to help, then report to the expeditionary force. Someone will handle the formalities for you. There is a train to the North tonight. You should get some rest early. The current situation is urgent and the riding experience may not be very good."
"Okay, my Lord." Hunter nodded hurriedly, but after a while, he hesitated and said, "May I ask, can those weapons that destroyed the coalition forces still be used? Will there be a huge price to pay?"
Hughes showed an expression of some interest.
"I want to avenge Nora and hang Basil's head on the dome of Castel's church. You should know this."
"Yes, but I hope to know Castel's approximate combat power to help you make a judgment. In fact, I know a little about battlefields. My major is the manufacture of siege machinery."
"I suggest you go and see it for yourself - words are somewhat pale in comparison to the equivalent."
After leaving Hughes' office, Hunter was quickly taken to the expeditionary force. Blood Harbor already had a large number of expeditionary personnel on standby. Most of them were islanders from Castell. When there were no orders, they would go to school to teach some classes and could be dispatched immediately if needed.
Hunter had spent a long time in the military, but the expeditionary force's system was something he had never seen before.
The core of the armies of the noble lords in the North is always the nobles, but Caster's expeditionary force is just the opposite. Hunter can feel that the soldiers are the most important part of this army.
This does not mean that the army decentralized command power, but that the overall quality of the expeditionary force was extremely high, and the soldiers were almost actively executing all orders, which was almost impossible in an aristocratic army.
Only by promising generous rewards before a war can the soldiers be mobilized to fight actively. As for small matters such as pre-war preparations, officers usually have to use fists and kicks to motivate the soldiers to do anything.
But the soldier before him was different from any Hunter had seen before.
This is a feeling that is hard to describe. He always feels that these people seem to be doing everything seriously, with initiative and responsibility from the bottom of their hearts.
Castel must have spent a lot of effort to train these soldiers, but why? Aren't soldiers consumables? Even elite soldiers are only better equipped and more highly trained, but they will not become so proactive.
One of Hunter's strengths as a scholar is that he asks questions when he doesn't understand something.
He directly asked a team leader next to him, and the man smiled after hearing it.
"This is called organization. As the name suggests, it refers to the proportion of people in the organization who can execute orders from their superiors. If they carry out my orders seriously, it means that their organization is high enough."
He patted the bolt-action rifle beside him.
"Do you think we fight with weapons? Well, we can win with weapons alone, but organization is the key to whether an army is strong or not. Do you know that Castel refuses to accept people with criminal records when recruiting soldiers?"
Hunter opened his eyes wide, this was completely beyond his expectations. Many lords even liked to bring prisoners to the battlefield. As long as they were given enough rewards and pardons, these prisoners would become the bravest cannon fodder.
Of course, there must be enough supervisory teams behind them.
"You will understand once you are on the battlefield. There is a sentence in the scriptures that I like very much. The most important thing on the battlefield is always people."
Hunter nodded, not quite understanding. He suddenly had a feeling that even though he had landed on the island, he still didn't know much about Castel. Under the seemingly ordinary appearance, this indescribable steel behemoth had its own set of operating logic.
Blood Harbor, in the slums.
Today's slums have been restructured and most people live in resettlement housing. Although these houses are a bit simple in layout and not very spacious, they are at least sturdy enough to shelter from wind and rain.
At this moment, two little girls were sitting cross-legged beside the small coffee table and whispering.
"Gwen, what should we do with our snack stand? Yami was taken away by the lord, so we are missing someone."
"With one person missing, will there be any impact?"
"Well, no one keeps accounts. But I do, and I'm an A in math. Gwen, you should be fine too. As for Yami, well, he also sneaks in fried fish and occasionally puts extra ketchup on the fries for customers."
Bettys muttered to herself for a long time, and was somewhat surprised to find that without Yami, their snack stand was actually -
No impact!
"But, but the name of our stall is Yami Fried Fish. It doesn't feel authentic without him."
"Then just change the name to Delicious Fried Fish?"
Gwen dealt with it casually, as she had been feeling a little uneasy lately.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Bettys came over mysteriously.
"Gwen, have you seen this? It's Castel's official newspaper. It contains some news from the North. The leader of the resistance army actually has the same name as you!"
Gwen looked at the newspaper in Bettys's hand in surprise, and soon her breathing became heavier.
(End of this chapter)
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