Mage Veigar

Chapter 67 The right to speak

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His stomach was churning, and Vega looked up at the sky with a dazed look.

"What a joke!"

Vega angrily raised the spear in his hand and slammed it against the ground.

He did gain everyone's awe and fear, but who could tell him why his subordinates had already had a good meal, but those bastards in the kitchen and logistics team were so scared that they selectively forgot that he, the commander of the 232nd Company, had not yet had breakfast.

This is also a matter of course.

Just like in the eyes of crazy fans, idols don’t need to go to the toilet.

How could such a respectable leader not have had breakfast?

I'm afraid that not only the people in the logistics team, but also his subordinates think so.

So should we go to the logistics team to get breakfast now?
Stop joking, are you trying to destroy the fear image he has worked so hard to build?
With resentment, Vega glared at the soldiers who were taking a meal break.

At this time.

The adjutant held a hot bread and ate it while greeting, "Sir, you are indeed amazing. With your help, we no longer have to eat cold bread. The group of bullies in the logistics team baked hot bread for us. After eating this bread, my body feels warm..."

Vega's expression was calm.

He just tightened the cold spear in his hand. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he just felt that the weather had become a little colder.

"adjutant."

Vega asked in a normal, friendly tone, even with a hint of a smile: "Is the bread delicious?"

clack.

The bread that the adjutant was about to put into his mouth fell to the ground.

"Captain, are you okay?"

Adjutant Charles didn't even bother to pick up the bread. He waved his hands and said, "No, no, did I do something wrong?"

"Absolutely not."

Vega smiled even brighter: "You are the best soldiers and my proud subordinates, so..."

The adjutant swallowed and said, "So...?"

“So I decided.”

Vega tiptoed and patted his adjutant Charles on the shoulder, then walked to the back: "Today, the training volume for the entire company will be doubled. No, tripled! You alone will run 10 more laps with weights!"

"..."

God knows how many square kilometers the adjutant's psychological shadow area is at this moment.

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That afternoon.

After a hearty meal, Vega sat comfortably in a chair and watched his men circling the parade ground. The adjutant's breathless appearance was particularly satisfying to Vega. This was certainly not because he was in a bad mood, well, definitely not.

"Report."

A trembling voice interrupted Vega's thoughts.

This was a messenger who was wearing a military uniform but had no morale at all. As soon as he met Vega's eyes, his legs couldn't help but tremble. Vega saw fear in his eyes.

"Soldier, what's going on?"

Vega's voice frightened him and he took a step back, but he immediately replied: "Report, sir, the battalion commander asked you to go to the conference room, saying that there is a pre-war meeting that needs to be held."

"I understand. I'll be leaving in 5 minutes."

“Yes, yes, sir.” After receiving Vega’s reply, the soldier turned around and ran without even having time to breathe, as if he had seen some ferocious beast.

This is also expected.

Word of mouth is enough to make a story about Vega. The story of Vega has been widely circulated in the group. At first, it was a realistic version, but later it became more and more magical. There were reports of him being a high-level professional, a demon who kills without blinking an eye, a battlefield meat grinder... There were so many stories that even Vega himself began to suspect that these people were high-level black people.

The process is not important.

In short, Vega successfully established a terrifying image, an image so great that ordinary people would have no intention of contacting or hindering Vega's actions.

While thinking, Vega came to the meeting room.

The imperial army is indeed very efficient. The only annoying thing is that there are endless large and small meetings.

Wow.

As soon as Vega entered the tent, Larba spat out a mouthful of water.

This was of course not a complaint against Vega, but a sign that he was scared of Vega. The only one who remained calm was Sieglin, if his right hand holding the pen hadn’t been shaking…

"Lieutenant Vega is really on time."

"Yes, yes, you are indeed the rising star of the Legion."

Under normal circumstances, this statement could be taken as a mockery, but it was said in an extremely awkward tone, and it was obvious that the two were too nervous to know what to say, so it was a subconscious action.

Vega smiled and said, "No, you two are really powerful and are the pillars of the country."

“Lieutenant Vega, you are too modest.” The two men waved their hands quickly.

The atmosphere in the entire conference room was friendly and kind, which was a far cry from the awkward atmosphere when Vega first arrived yesterday. It turned out that it was impossible to use the Imperial Military Regulations and Imperial Glory as an excuse to argue with the cannon fodder troops. Whoever had the bigger fist had the final say.

"Cough cough."

The battalion commander coughed twice and said, "Now that everyone is here, let's start the meeting."

He looked at Vega and said, "Second Lieutenant Vega, has your army completed its preparations? If there are no problems, we will start the operation tomorrow morning as planned."

“I don’t have any problem here.” Vega replied affirmatively.

The 5th Battalion Commander looked at Larba and Ziglin and said, "I think there won't be any problems with you two."

"Everything is ready."

"Of course no problem."

After receiving a positive reply, the 5th Battalion Commander nodded and said, "Since everything is ready, I will follow the original plan..."

"and many more."

At this time, Vega suddenly spoke up: "After my research last night, I think there is still a small loophole in the battle plan. I need you to revise it."

"Loophole?"

The commander of the 5th Battalion frowned. No one would feel good if their hard-earned plan was rejected.

Vega seemed not to notice the expression on the 5th Battalion Commander's face. He said to himself, "I think there are some loopholes in the determination of the target. Although it is not wrong to follow the principle of proximity, it is too easy for the enemy to catch the pattern and set up an ambush."

"Lieutenant Vega, do you know what you are talking about?"

The commander of the 5th Battalion was already quite dissatisfied: "If we abandon the preset target and set it again, it means we need to re-plan the route, supplies, emergency plans... which indirectly means that we have to abandon the entire plan and start over again."

"Of course I know."

Vega insisted, “But I think that as long as it concerns the lives of soldiers, it is not excessive to scrap the plan and start over again as many times as possible.”

The purpose of establishing authority is to gain the right to speak.

Vega doesn't like to put his life at risk for a plan full of loopholes, because he values ​​his life more than anyone else. And now that he has the final say, it would be a waste if he doesn't make good use of it.

(End of this chapter)