Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"The basic tasks of the Marine Corps are to conduct landing operations independently or in conjunction with the Army, and to participate in defensive operations at naval bases, ports, and islands. They serve as the advance team for landing, seize and consolidate landing points and landing sites, and ensure the landing of subsequent echelons.

2. According to the document requirements issued by the staff department, the Marine Corps must have the ability to occupy the target location without relying on the assistance of the army, with main ship magic and artillery support, until it receives the next instruction...

Each squadron needs to be proficient in basic tactics such as amphibious operations on land and sea, rapid beach landings, wartime defense site construction, gang jumping in shallow sea areas, etc., and be familiar with the internal terms of the Caledor army, the sounds of military music and drums..."

During the explanation given by the brigade commander, more than a dozen students who had just taken office looked at each other. This was completely based on the standards of highly professional soldiers.

Even if the people under his command are not new recruits, according to such high requirements, they need at least one year of professional training before they can barely meet the standards.

As the captain of the Thousand-Man Brigade, the elf looked at the group of young faces on the small bench and felt a little scared.

The headquarters requested that one thousand marines be allocated from the three thousand marines to be led by non-commissioned officers who graduated from the military academy. These people may have some battlefield experience, but they are undoubtedly better at theory.

The battlefield is an ever-changing place, and theory may be used as a basis, but how to make correct judgments based on local conditions depends on the ability of the parties involved.

These ten people are the experimental field. The headquarters hopes to replace the non-commissioned officers promoted based on experience and qualifications in the human army into trainees who are highly obedient and have received orthodox elven education.

The captain made no secret of this, and bluntly stated the current problems in his squadron.

"The ten of you have high hopes from the headquarters, and you are the most outstanding non-commissioned officer cadets in recent times.

His Highness Prince Imric promised that as long as he achieved meritorious service on the battlefield, both humans and Asul would be treated equally and receive the rewards they deserve.

Caledor is a kingdom that values ​​results more than process. Use the knowledge you have studied hard for many years, lead your soldiers to fight bravely on the front line, and offer victory to the dragon lord. Honor and power belong to the brave! "

"Victory for the dragon lord! Honor and power belong to the brave!"

The military salute of shouting loudly in unison and raising the right hand straight above the head all represents the respect of the trainee sergeants to the dragon lord.

The captain nodded and signaled the staff to distribute the general outline of the Marine Corps to everyone.

They will be the first group of a hundred people, but there will be no troops involved in Assur.

Yiga took the general outline with both hands and prepared to study the document written by the headquarters. If nothing unexpected happened, he might have to be with the Hell Sea Dragon for the next half of his life.

After all, it would be difficult for a human to lead the position of a thousand-man-level captain...

It was already dusk when he returned to his home on Southampton Street. From being busy with various affairs of the squadron in the morning to studying at the headquarters in the afternoon, Yiga only drank two sips of kvass to hold on, and now he was extremely hungry.

The mother had already made dinner waiting for the child's return. She was still familiar with big ribs, pickled pork, kvass, pickled cucumbers, stews, and some non-toxic insects that Lustria could eat. It was considered a sumptuous dinner.

There were three people at the dining table. My father kept a meticulous and serious face and treated the food with dignity.

According to Yiga’s memory, his father was a refugee who lived in Erengrad as a child. His early desire for food led him to learn some skills and open a bakery with a loan from the local gang.

The bread produced is famous for its authentic Kislev flavor and is deeply loved by the residents in the neighborhood. After repaying the loan, many years of good operation have gradually made the family richer.

The mother's way of eating is undoubtedly a bit exaggerated, chewing slowly and treating the food on the plate.

Serving the elves as a skilled tailor can be considered a very respectable job. Some Asur families who cannot afford to hire professionals to teach them will occasionally let humans teach their young daughters how to turn beautiful fabrics into exquisite and elegant clothes, and cultivate a standard lady with care and calmness when manipulating needlework. The elegance that it deserves.

Thanks to his two decent parents, Yiga's living conditions are considered very affluent in the local area.

And this is one of the reasons why his father has such a serious attitude...

After Derek ate the food on the plate with a holy attitude, he finally drank a small glass of vodka, wiped the marks on the corners of his mouth with a white napkin, and stared at the candles on the dining table.

"I hope you can bring me good news. I will be assigned to the Port Defense Force. After serving for eight years, I can return home."

"No, I was assigned to a newly formed unit and appointed by Naval Headquarters as a squadron leader."

Yiga knew exactly what his father meant by asking. He did not want to join the army, but he never said the reason. Every time he asked, he was scolded.

It seems that the military career, which symbolizes the supreme glory in the kingdom, is the biggest taboo of this family.

If it weren't for a certain customer of my mother's who encouraged her ambitions and provided a channel to enter the military academy, I might still be tinkering with wheat flour in the bakery today.

Derek showed a hint of anger and turned his gaze from the candle to his son.

"Aren't you afraid of death! Your mother and I... ugh."

"I want to get an honor, an honor that can be respected by everyone, not an honor that is loved because the bread I produce tastes like the frozen soil of the north."

To put it euphemistically, it actually only means one thing. Yiga, who has had a good life since childhood, is not ready to engage in a stable job.

He liked the words of a certain Ulthuan poet - Bring your spear and sword, and let the glory that the gods look upon wait on the battlefield for the brave to take it.

"Suka BuLei!"

Derek uttered a curse word from his hometown, picked up the plate and left without saying a word.

Yiga, who has long been accustomed to his father's attitude towards his joining the army, has no trouble with this. If something is repeated hundreds of times, even if he is initially panicked, he will eventually become indifferent.

Yiga, who was eating her dinner in silence, felt very strange when she saw her mother's slightly worried look.

"What's wrong? Could it be that the old guy said some useless words to you again?"

"No, Derek is not actually worried about your safety, it's just..."

The hesitant attitude made Yiga want to ask more questions, but her mother just shook her head and sighed a few times, raised the half-finished plate in front of her, and left the restaurant without saying a word.

Although his parents' strange attitude attracted Yiga's attention, he knew that even if there was any secret, it was already too late.

The letter of appointment has been issued, and if he dares to disobey, the originally wealthy family will soon become impoverished, from the middle class to a coolie like a port porter.

After clearing the table and feeding some minced meat scraps to the kittens raised in the bakery, Yiga chose to go back to the room to study the outline.

There are only two months. How to turn a group of ruffians under his command into Marines that meet the standards in these two months is really a headache. (End of chapter)