Mage Veigar

Chapter 2 Check-in
The evening of the investiture ceremony.

According to the practice of the Imperial Army, a dinner will be held after the recruit training to celebrate the recruits becoming qualified Imperial soldiers. After all, this devilish recruit training eliminates 70% of the recruits, and those who can stay are all very capable.

Of course, only regular military personnel enjoy this benefit.

The so-called regular soldiers refer to soldiers like Vega who voluntarily sign up to join the army. Only after completing the recruit training arranged by the Empire can these soldiers obtain military ranks and enjoy the basic welfare benefits of the Empire for regular soldiers. This is roughly equivalent to the establishment of government departments on Earth.

opposite of this.

The 70% of people who were eliminated in the recruit training were called ordinary soldiers of the empire. Although they still enjoyed lower salaries and basic food and clothing benefits than regular soldiers, they were destined to be unable to be promoted as they did not even have a military rank and were probably just non-staff members.

"cheers."

More than two hundred soldiers were divided into 10 tables, toasting together to celebrate this hard-earned moment. From today on, they were finally qualified imperial soldiers, and the military ranks on their shoulders represented the glory of the empire.

A table in the middle.

Vega sat on the child chair specially prepared for him by the instructor, and ate the delicious food on the table with relish. Other people's celebrations and revelry did not affect his desire for food at all. The fear of hunger had already penetrated into Vega's bones.

"Private First Class Vega, congratulations on your graduation."

A sturdy man in his thirties came to Vega with a wine glass in his hand. His eyes were full of gentleness. He was the oldest soldier in the company and the one who cared the most for Vega.

"Thanks, Rails."

Vega quickly raised the glass filled with orange juice and said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, the Empire stipulates that people under the age of 14 are not allowed to drink. I am an orange juice pie for the time being."

Rails's eyes looked a little sad: "It's okay, I wish you good luck in martial arts."

“May your martial arts be prosperous.” Vega drank the orange juice in one gulp. “Resser, thank you for taking care of me for the past six months. Let me ask you, others did not want to partner with me or fight against me at the beginning, why didn’t you despise me because I was a child?”

Cuckoo.

Rails drank another glass of wine, looked at Vega sadly and said, "To be honest, I haven't been home to see my son for five years. He was only six years old when I left. He should be as old as you now."

"Five years?" Vega was a little puzzled. The training for new recruits was only half a year.

Rails said self-deprecatingly: "I have been a soldier of the Empire for five years, but it was not until this year that I mustered up the courage to participate in the Empire's recruit training, which has a very high mortality rate and elimination rate. Because only those who become formal soldiers can have annual leave to go home once, and I am a real coward. If I had not chosen to give up the recruit training five years ago..."

"Please don't say that."

Vega said solemnly: "You have survived the training of the Imperial recruits. You are a true Imperial soldier. Your children will surely be proud of you."

Rails was stunned for a moment.

He said sincerely: "Thank you, Vega. Every time I see you, I think of my son who is far away in Winter City. If it weren't for you, I would never have been able to hold on to the end. In fact, I have always had a question in my mind, how did you hold on until today?"

Vega put a piece of grilled meat into his mouth.

He pointed to the sumptuous dishes on the table and said, "See? This is my motivation. You can never imagine the hardship of having to fight with stray dogs for a trash can in the winter with a temperature of -10 degrees Celsius."

Vega rolled up his sleeves.

He showed a deep scar on his arm: "This is the scar left by the fight with the stray dog. Unfortunately, I couldn't afford medicine at that time. If I hadn't chosen to volunteer to join the army, rabies would have been enough to kill me."

This moment.

Reisel suddenly understood why Vega was able to complete the recruit training that even adults would find difficult to persist in at the age of 11, and was awarded the rank of corporal with the best results, because he... had been training with the determination to die from the beginning to the end.

"If you don't have extraordinary talent, at least you should have the determination to die."

Vega pushed a piece of steak in front of Rails and smiled with the most sincere smile. ————

the next day.

Vega woke up at 6.30: on time, put on his neat military uniform, took a spear that was much taller than him, packed his luggage, said goodbye to the boot camp where he had stayed for half a year, and embarked on a new journey.

His appointment letter has been issued.

第3集团军7师2旅47连，第11小队士兵。

The 47th Company is affiliated with the 3th Battalion of the 9rd Regiment, both of which are core units. There are 4 squadrons in the company. The 11th Squadron is affiliated with the 3rd Squadron, which is also the most ace squad in the entire company and receives the most resources. This is the information I got from the instructor last night.

Vega pulled up a smile and knocked on the door of the registration office.

As expected, effort and reward are directly proportional. Without excellent training performance and the starting rank of corporal, it would be impossible to be assigned to such an elite team.

The trump card is saved for last.

If the core troops will only be deployed in an all-out war, then the ace team within the core troops will not take action until the last moment, and their safety factor is more than 10% higher.

A smooth life is already in your hands.

"Everyone, at ease."

Squadron Leader Welsh stood on the command platform with Vega on the parade grounds. "From today on, Private First Class Vega will be assigned to the 11th Squadron. Sergeant Bakken will be responsible for receiving and arranging Vega. By the way, he is an excellent soldier from the boot camp."

"Yes, Captain."

A middle-aged man, about forty years old, with a resolute face, immediately responded.

It was no surprise that this was his future direct superior. He glanced at the entire squadron of 50 people and found that the other four teams were all holding long guns, but Sergeant Bakken's team was holding short blades, which seemed a little unique.

The Empire has strict requirements for weapons.

The weapons of ordinary soldiers can only be guns, shields, axes, swords, etc., while the cross sword can only be held by lieutenants, company commanders and above or professionals. The cross sword is also a symbol of honor, status and strength.

Short blade, which is only allowed to be held by troops performing special missions.

Being able to join such a team, Vega feels that the future is even brighter. Good times will come after bad times, right? This probably describes his situation.
“Private First Class Vega, you can return to the team now.”

At the squadron leader's order, Vega hurried down from the command platform. Because he was only eleven years old and 1.40 meters tall, the squad leader, Sergeant Bakken, arranged Vega at the front of the line.

"Everyone, sit down."

The squadron leader gave the order to rest, which meant that it was free time and the soldiers could communicate freely or drink water, but they could not move.

Wow.

As soon as the order was given, everyone started talking.

"Is he really from boot camp?"

"No mistake, it's the medal for an outstanding soldier."

"Damn it, the Empire actually sent children to the battlefield!"

Most of the people had surprised expressions, and some of them had looks of contempt, disdain, concern, and anger. However, the medal of outstanding soldier directly proved that Vega was already an excellent imperial soldier, better than those present.

(End of this chapter)