Thirty, Phil's Giant Bear Corps
At the entrance of a huge camp on the outskirts of Emon Port, there were piles of food such as corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes. Nearly a thousand dogs of different colors and sizes sat in groups of three or five around these things, flapping their ears and gnawing at corncobs, eating with great relish. Their mouths were stuffed full, and from time to time they would let out a couple of howls, expressing their satisfaction with the happy life before them.
On the edge of these beastly guests, a row of large iron pots was set up, stewing large chunks of pork and beef. The hot meat broth emitted an enticing aroma in the cold wind. The dog bears were cracking corn and chewing potatoes on one side, while their eyes shone brightly as they stared straight at the pot, sniffing the flavor of the meat broth and drooling. Their gaze was so intense that it made the legs of several chefs tremble with fear, worried that when the time came, the bear's mouth would open wide and swallow them along with the meat broth.
The ill-fated bear squad led by Mr. Druid Vinnie, despite suffering heavy losses in the defense of New Masobla City, quickly gained widespread acclaim with the victory of the campaign and the intentional propaganda of the Continental Congress. Local dignitaries praised this selfless and brave special unit that took bullets for the people, and unanimously proposed to expand its ranks (with willing-to-sacrifice bear dogs fighting for us, humans wouldn't have to fight anymore, how happy would the common people be?). The ill-fated bear squad has now been upgraded to the ill-fated bear battalion, with the same original emblem of a muscular glasses-wearing white bear. To distinguish them from wild bears, fluorescent paint was used to draw large six-pointed star national emblems on the "bear soldiers'" backs, with rank, number, and position written below, surprisingly giving them a somewhat regular military appearance.
But just giving a quota is useless, and so many bear cubs have to be found to replace the colonial people's guns! So the Continental Congress quickly passed an unprecedented animal protection decree, strictly prohibiting the capture and killing of any bear cubs. The "bear soldiers" who killed the unlucky bear squad were sentenced for murder. The market's bear skin, bear paws, and bear meat products that "desecrated the brave warriors who protected the people" were also banned from trading, and violators were confiscated and imprisoned. It's good to save enough troops for the great Druid. However, it is said that the soldiers responsible for searching the market ate bear paws until their bellies bulged out, and the carpets and quilts at home were replaced with high-quality bear skin...
Of course, when it comes to the specific issue of how to recruit bears into the army, those mainland conference members who dare to intervene in the debate over the heavenly gods are still very wise and completely entrust the matter to professionals. After all, recruiting bear cubs is different from grabbing strong men, you can't just take a recruitment order there. Not only will they not offer bribes, but they'll also treat you as a snack. So Da Druid took up the big iron rod again, sat on the iron sedan chair, and under the enthusiastic cheers of the little bear brothers, effectively carried out the recruitment work.
At this time, it was early spring, and most of the bears had just ended their hibernation. They were so hungry that they had burned all their fat reserves, and their eyes looked greener than those of a lone wolf in the wilderness. They stumbled out of their dens, not knowing where their next meal would come from. All Vinnie had to do was wave two corn stalks in front of them. The starving bears immediately followed him, crying and begging to be his followers. Compared to the winter when they dug three feet underground and dragged out the dizzy bears for a good beating, this method was much more civilized and efficient.
The dogs arrived at the military camp, and first of all, they didn't exercise, but ate fiercely: these dead guys were so thin that only a pile of bones and skin remained. Even walking on four legs was straight and staggering, let alone carrying big sticks, it's estimated that they would have to crush themselves first. If you want to kill the head, you should give them a good meal, not to mention the cannon fodder? The appetite of over 1,000 dogs is really not small, more than five thousand soldiers eat. What if the rations allocated by the Continental Congress are not enough? Simple, take matters into your own hands and have plenty of food and clothing. Philip immediately wrote a bunch of requisition orders for grain, organized a team to go to the countryside to get their own food, like a big sweep.
It's said that the grain collection team is due to a severe economic crisis. The crops are all rotting in the fields, and now whoever goes to the farmers' homes to collect grain doesn't even need to pay for it, and they're very cooperative. As long as you show up with a vehicle, they'll open their warehouses and let you take whatever you want, as much as you want. Anyway, these things can't be sold in the city either, so it's better to give them away to the soldiers, which is considered a patriotic act. At least you can get a certificate of appreciation, and when there's nothing else to do, you can show it off to your neighbors.
It's very easy to collect food from the countryside, but the variety is quite mixed, from cakes and biscuits to unshelled rice, everything is available. Fortunately, dogs and bears are omnivores and don't care about what they eat, after joining the bear team, they just gobble up everything without picking or choosing, eating corn, potatoes, and even scraps, if there's nothing else, wheat and rice can also be stuffed into their bellies. No need to cook, raw food is fine, it's really easy to serve them.
As a result, the entire unlucky bear battalion's "bear soldiers" under the open supply of sumptuous food, one by one ate like hippopotamuses, comparable to elephants. In less than half a month, they all became fat and round, and thus easily learned to walk upright - with their bellies hanging down
It's too fierce, all four legs can't touch the ground, so I had to change to two thick legs and probably adopt a rolling gait like when fighting.
The bear dogs in the army have no worries about food and clothing, their fur is shiny, and they live a comfortable life. However, other soldiers are not so happy. The new recruits of the hand-to-hand combat team compared with the bear dogs for two months, countless people had fractures and broken ribs, but when it came to wielding an axe, they could barely avoid hurting themselves. The musketeers trained under the guidance of a group of hunters for two months, consuming an average of 600 rounds per person, even the guns were scrapped once, and most of them can hit a cow within twenty steps. As for the artillery... they only know how to practice sprinting, when firing cannons, they often forget to load cannonballs or drop the propellant package. Don't even mention accuracy, the targets on the shooting range haven't been replaced yet!
Due to the constant accidents during training, the medical team gained a lot of practice opportunities, but also created more medical accidents - some used uncleaned wounds for treatment, resulting in extra shrapnel in people's bellies; some used fake medicine to turn soldiers into idiots; and some had such poor surgical skills that they couldn't even stop bleeding. There was even an idiot who misread a patient's chart and turned someone who shouldn't have been amputated into a disabled person. As a result, the medical team became a place everyone feared, and soldiers would secretly discuss how even if they were injured on the battlefield, they would rather endure it than fall into the hands of such terrible medical personnel.
As for the mage troops, Chairman Zena searched all over New Elysium and only found four combat mages with plastic magic, who were still stuck at home after returning to visit their relatives last year and had not even completed their studies. They had zero experience in killing on the battlefield. Now they are riding an iron grasshopper in the camp, playing bumper cars - their driving skills are worse than their combat skills, it's more suitable for them to be a demolition team, they even crashed into the wall of Filiri's office.
The only troops that looked energetic in the military camp were the Sm ladies of the Ameita Church and the Elise Church. These dark elf beauties, who had no resistance to suffering or justice, practiced whip skills, swordsmanship, and marksmanship all day long, while some lazy guys unintentionally trained, drooling at their figures.
The current Sm ladies claim to be able to knock down flies flying in the sky with a whip, and they are making a beautiful dream of whipping and surrendering all day long. In order to strengthen the combat effectiveness of this elite army, Feili handed over the remaining iron beetles to them as well. As a result, the Sm ladies wore black leather armor, wielded black whips, and rode black cockroaches, adding to their black skin, making them look like dark clouds from afar, with a very intimidating effect. However, if you take a closer look, it's likely that there will only be an explosive laughter effect.
In theory, they should be quite good warriors: they have combat skills and a spirit of dedication. The problem is that the independence of these two religious armed forces is too strong, and their leaders are obviously lacking in rationality. Even if Fili didn't give any orders, as long as Isabella or Tannis shouted "Fight for justice!", I believe all the Sm ladies, along with a large number of men who were charmed by their special charm, would pick up their weapons and rush forward, messing up the plan. As for how to persuade the two fanatical leaders, who only have God in their hearts, to follow his command, Fili didn't have much confidence in his ability to win over the other side with his debating skills, after all, these two were old pros at using their tongues to make a living.
"My officers are either idiots or corrupt, my soldiers are either beasts or cowards, the rest are religious fanatics, and now we're adding a sex maniac to the mix! How can we possibly win this war?"
Standing in front of his still-unfinished command center, Phili, who had just returned from outside, was lamenting the messy state of the military camp, when Renny ruthlessly knocked on his head.
"Isn't it all your responsibility! How can a great army commander like you not even come up with a decent training plan, and even need me to help you with the troop formation? Tell me, what happened to everything you learned in school?"
"...... I'm attending a magic school, not a military academy! You're still the strategist goddess Yin Hong Knight's pastor, how can you not understand military training?" Feili rubbed his head in defense.
"This, I mainly studied strategic analysis... Huh, what's going on?" Lenny suddenly showed a surprised expression, pointing to the gate of the military camp.
The means of changing the subject were really clumsy, and Fili glanced at the mouth, looked towards the gate, and found a strange object like a meatball tied to a large cart with ropes, slowly passing through the gate's sentry post. He quickly withdrew his line of sight, lightly patted Lenni on the shoulder, then turned around and walked into the legion headquarters. "Everyone is finally here, now let's get ready for the meeting."
