Mage Veigar

Chapter 58 Rejection
tick-tock-

Time passed slowly, and now it is 22:00 in the evening.

If placed in the usual.

Captain Gunther and Chief of Staff Claire must have finished their daily work and entered their rest time.

But today is different.

They received an application letter from Vega, which was an application for a guerrilla mission.

If it was an application from an ordinary officer, they would definitely reject it directly, because the brigade did not impose any rigid guerrilla mission indicators on the 3rd Regiment. Such tasks were mainly completed by a small number of cannon fodder troops on the border that had not yet been withdrawn.

The first is of course to paralyze the kingdom’s army, and the second is that the empire does not want to cause unnecessary losses.

Take their 2nd Brigade for example, this kind of task indicator is usually assigned to the 4th Regiment to complete.

But this time, the person who wrote the application was Vega.

Vega was a highly regarded officer in the military and also the holder of the Wings of the Empire, which forced them to carefully consider whether or not to meet Vega's request. After all, the military sent the holder of the Wings of the Empire to the border instead of sending him to the military academy in the rear to study, in order to fully develop his combat capabilities.

If they hinder Veigar's combat enthusiasm.

This was inconsistent with the original intention of the military, so the two men fell into hesitation.

Whistle rustle.

The cold wind blew the curtains.

Captain Gunther realized that he could no longer hesitate. He picked up the "permission" stamp and wanted to stamp it on the application form, but when it was 5 centimeters away from the application form, it stopped in mid-air.

"Still can't make up your mind?"

Captain Gunther put down the seal again and looked at the chief of staff: "We have been partners for so many years. If you have any suggestions, just tell me. I am indeed hesitant."

"As far as common sense is concerned, we should try our best to meet the requirements of the people favored by the military. After all, this requirement is not excessive. After the guerrilla mission is perfectly completed, it can also indirectly demonstrate your leadership skills."

Chief of Staff Claire tightened his collar and continued, "But the division is still evaluating your promotion. At this critical juncture, we should not seek credit but avoid mistakes. Lieutenant Vega's perfect completion of the mission is naturally icing on the cake. If you fail, it will indirectly affect the division's evaluation of you."

"That's why I'm hesitant."

Captain Gunther rubbed his temple in pain. On one side were his trusted subordinates, and on the other side it was a critical period for the division's evaluation. If there was any mistake at this time, it might affect his and Claire's promotion.

at this time.

Claire pressed the half-burned cigar into the ashtray.

Then he exhaled a heavy puff of smoke and said, "Ganser, if you don't work for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth. If you really want to train Lieutenant Veigar, you might as well wait until the division headquarters' evaluation is completed, and then slowly compensate him."

There was silence for a second.

Captain Gunther did not answer, but put down the "approval" stamp without hesitation, picked up a stamp next to it and stamped the word "rejected" on Vega's application.

----

the next day.

The adjutant returned to the watchtower with the letter.

He didn't know the content of the letter, but when he handed it to Vega, he keenly noticed the anger in Vega's eyes.

The application was rejected. Vega never expected that such a simple request would not be granted by the regiment.

You know, with the influence and evaluation of the Order of the Wings of the Empire in the military, this kind of task of gaining military merit would probably have been given to him even if he had not applied for it himself. But after he applied, the regiment directly rejected it. Are they planning to hide him?

anyway.

He always needs to participate in guerrilla missions. He will feel insecure as long as he doesn't become a magician.

Since the application was not acceptable, he planned to go to the regiment headquarters to inquire in person.

Although this would violate the regulations that the highest commander of the sentry tower could not leave his post without permission, and even his evaluation in the regiment would decline, he could not care less. He had to become a magician as soon as possible. Moreover, as the holder of the Imperial Wing Medal, no one would care about such a small mistake.

Vega said to his adjutant, Charles, "Adjutant, I need to go to the regiment headquarters in person. The matters of the sentry tower will be temporarily handed over to the deputy company commander. You go and convey the order on my behalf."

"Yes, Captain."

After the adjutant disappeared, Vega adjusted his uniform slightly and headed towards the regiment headquarters.

About two hours later.

Vega arrived at the regiment headquarters as he wished, and was led by the soldiers to the gate of the regiment staff tent.

But before he entered, he heard a roar.

"Gunther you bastard."

An angry voice came out through the door: "Do you think you can look down on me, your old friend, just because you are about to be promoted? It's just that recently our 4th Regiment was accidentally hunted down by the Kingdom Army's mages and several professionals were killed, resulting in a shortage of good manpower. I want to borrow a few professionals from you to carry out guerrilla missions. Are you so stingy?"

"Kil, calm down."

The commander's voice was rather helpless: "It's not that I won't help you. Which officer doesn't know that your 4th Regiment is the cannon fodder that has not yet withdrawn to Kareni? Just go out and ask around, which professional is willing to take care of your group of unorganized, undisciplined, and incompetent bastards. Although no one disobeys the mandatory order, as the commander I always have to take care of the feelings of my subordinates."

boom.

Veigar knew without guessing that this was the sound of slamming the table: "That's just your excuse. I don't believe that there is no professional in your group who is willing to earn this kind of free military merit."

"Kil, if it was in the past, of course people would flock to it."

The regiment staff officer's voice became somewhat amusing: "But you also said that the United Kingdom's defense level has risen a lot recently. When carrying out guerrilla missions, there is even a 70% chance that you will encounter professionals from the Kingdom Army. Military merit is indeed tempting, but you have to come back alive. Especially the cannon fodder troops are already regarded as the lowest in the military. If it is not a mandatory order, I am afraid no officer would be willing to command a group of **."

"enough."

An angry voice came: "In the end, you are about to be promoted and look down on me, your old friend!"

"How about this."

The regiment commander finally sighed helplessly: "You can ask any officer in the regiment for their opinion. If they are willing to be seconded to your unit to participate in guerrilla missions, I will definitely not object. Of course, the premise is that they are not allowed to use coercion or inducement, and the secondment period cannot exceed one month."

There was a pause.

The regiment commander Gunther continued, "If there are officers who are willing to be seconded to your unit, although they still belong to the 3rd Regiment in terms of personnel, all responsibilities, whether they have made contributions or mistakes, will be borne by the 4th Regiment. I need you to write a letter of commitment."

"Hahaha, it's a deal."

A rough voice echoed throughout the entire regiment: "Gunther, don't regret it when I poach all the professionals from your 3rd Regiment."

"If you can dig it out, go ahead." Captain Gunther's confident voice drowned out Kiel's rough voice.

(End of this chapter)