Mage Veigar

Chapter 7 Hard-earned Daily Life

Kareni City, North District.

This is the area closest to the military camp and its prosperity is second only to the central area.

The efficiency of the Imperial Army was astonishingly high. Vega, who had just been promoted to the position of squad leader of Squad 17, was assigned a 25-square-meter single room in the North District that evening, which also came with a bathroom and kitchen.

Probably because of the habit of serving in the army for more than half a year.

It took Vega only an hour to finish everything, make a comfortable bed, cook himself a sumptuous dinner, and then turn off the lights at 21:00 and lie on the bed to prepare for sleep.

I am not sleepy yet.

Vega looked at the faint stars in the dark night sky through the window and thin curtains. His nose felt sore and he almost shed tears.

How long has it been?

It had been a long time since he had enjoyed a sumptuous dinner alone like tonight, lying on his comfortable bed, his beating heart and the quiet air clearly telling him that he was still alive in this world.

“Thank you for your hard work.” Vega murmured softly.

Ten months and three days after traveling to this world, he was finally able to have a full meal and had a house of his own.

He had just learned that the new team he was assigned to seemed to be just an ordinary core team, not an elite team. As long as a full-scale war did not break out, he could live a stable life.

Stable daily life.

This is the life Vega has always dreamed of.

According to the current situation, this kind of life can probably last for a few years. After a tiring day, Vega finally fell into a beautiful dream with a smile on his face, and was looking forward to getting along "harmoniously" with his subordinates tomorrow.

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The next day, 6:30.

After a good night's sleep, Vega got up on time. After washing up in ten minutes, he picked up his newly issued standard weapon, the rifle, walked out of the room, bought some buns downstairs, and walked towards the military camp.

Along the way, there are bound to be surprised looks.

"No way, Imperial soldiers..."

"Such a young child has the rank of corporal?"

"Go, go, don't block his way."

The passers-by were either surprised, distressed, or incredulous... some even looked at his weapon with fear in their eyes.

According to the laws of the Nolan Empire, ordinary civilians are not allowed to carry swords, spears and other weapons on the streets. Apart from the army and government law enforcement teams, only some nobles or large chambers of commerce are allowed to carry weapons.

It is human nature to respect soldiers.

Soldiers are generally not allowed to leave the barracks, but even if a regular soldier who walks out of the barracks commits a crime of murder, the local law enforcement team cannot try him on their own, and the case must be referred to a special military court for a ruling.

Of course, this law does not cover soldiers without rank.

Vega's military rank is corporal. Although he is only the lowest-ranking officer in the army, in the empire, except for magicians, nobles, professionals and some large forces, ordinary civilians and businessmen dare not provoke him.

Even though he looked like just a half-grown child, no one dared to underestimate his sharp spear.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, Vega arrived at the military camp.

As a squad leader, if there is no order from above, the morning time is generally for individual squad training, and the squad leader is responsible for command and arrangement. The afternoon time is for squadron joint combat training, and battalion-level joint combat training is held regularly.

Arrived at the training ground.

According to general rules, training time is about 7:00, and elite troops need to be pushed forward half an hour to an hour.

But looking around, there was not a single person in sight from Team 17.

An hour later, the first round of training for other teams had ended and they were in rest time, but his team still had no soldiers. Only Vega was standing there disheveled in the wind.

With his eyes narrowed and his face stern, Vega stood in a stride and waited quietly.

If an adult officer stood like this, he would probably give off a sense of authority without being angry, but Vega's posture made him look like a child pretending to be mature, which was a bit funny.

His funny standing posture also attracted the attention of soldiers from other teams.

Some soldiers passing by wanted to laugh at this scene, but their eyes were attracted by the Iron Cross on Vega's chest. They quickly adjusted their expressions and saluted Vega.

The Iron Cross is a high honor.

Under the 20-year armistice agreement, the number of medals awarded today is pitifully small. The most common one is the Outstanding Soldier Medal awarded in the boot camp. As for medals with higher gold content, such as the Iron Cross, they can only be obtained by killing a certain number of officers and soldiers of the enemy country and making great contributions.

Soldiers who defend the glory of the empire will be respected.

This medal is like a talisman. While it demonstrates Vega's military exploits and strength and is enough to gain everyone's respect, even if Vega has committed a serious crime, he will be given a lighter punishment. Vega naturally understands this gesture of goodwill from the regiment.

When the clock pointed to nine o'clock, Vega saw the arrival of the team of soldiers.

Leading the way were the deputy captain, a corporal, and a young soldier with the rank of private. There was no panic on their faces. Only the seven ordinary soldiers without military ranks behind them were cowering and lowering their heads.

The corporal looked at him nervously, "Deputy Captain, will we be okay?"

The deputy captain snorted, "You're just pretending. Are you afraid of a child?"

The corporal said worriedly, "I heard that he killed ten United Kingdom soldiers, and the Iron Cross cannot be faked. We openly disobeyed orders and can be directly executed according to military regulations."

"He dares!"

The deputy captain stood in a sparse line, not caring about Vega in front of him. He deliberately said loudly: "The army is not a place for rich children to play in the mud. How can we play with the honor of defending the dignity of the empire? What would the civilians think if they saw a child serving as an officer? I do this for the glory of the empire and the prestige of the army."

clap clap.

Vega opened his squinting eyes, revealing the innocent look of a child, and said in a baby voice: "Uncle is so awesome, uncle, can you tell me what a soldier is?"

"Pfft haha..."

The nine team members were amused by Vega's childish innocence, and the seven timid team members also relaxed. It seemed that the reputation of the devil circulating in the Third Battalion was completely exaggerated, and in the end he was really just a child as the deputy captain said.

The deputy captain straightened his body and said, "What is an imperial soldier? An imperial soldier is not something a child like you can imagine. An imperial soldier is an honorable profession with a very high social status. We take absolute obedience to orders as our bounden duty, fight bravely on the battlefield to defend the glory of the empire, and protect the peace of the empire."

Vega continued to exclaim in a baby voice: "Wow, you are awesome~, is uncle a soldier of the Empire?"

Vega's gesture satisfied the vice-captain's vanity to the extreme, and even made him want to laugh. He said proudly: "Of course, I am the imperial soldier you admire."

"So what happens if a soldier disobeys orders, uncle?"

"Of course he will be punished, ranging from dismissal from his post to execution."

Hearing the deputy captain's answer, the corporal felt a chill in his heart for no reason.

He gently pulled the vice-captain's sleeve and whispered, "Vice-captain, stop talking."

"corporal!"

Vega's expression suddenly changed.

He drew the spear beside him and pointed it directly at the vice-captain's throat: "You have violated the first article of the first chapter of the first category of the Imperial Army's military regulations: Under any circumstances, you must absolutely obey the orders of your superiors. Now, I will use the power granted to me by the Empire as my direct superior to execute you. Do you have any objection?"

(End of this chapter)