"I say, Officer Gion, when exactly will the legion set out?" Bellemere asked, picking up a mug of ice-cold beer.
The female soldier in charge only glanced at her: "Currently, only the warships that recruited legion soldiers from the East Blue have arrived ahead of schedule. It is expected that the warships from the other seas will arrive one after another in the next two days."
"So, we'll be ready for the expedition once the veterans from all four seas have gathered?" Bellemere tilted her head and expertly lit a woman's cigarette, holding it to her lips.
"You going to the New World to fight like this is just sending yourselves to death, and the legion doesn't fight unprepared battles." Gion pursed her lips slightly. "Or are you so eager to die?"
Bellemere and Reiju exchanged a smile. Who wouldn't like such a good thing as having a place to live and a military salary?
As a Rear Admiral of Navy Headquarters, Gion naturally knew the little schemes in the minds of soldiers, but she was not in a position to reveal the subsequent plans to these veterans.
Therefore, she could only choose a compromise and subtly reminded them: "Cherish these two rare days of vacation."
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"Damn it! Now I finally understand what Officer Gion meant by letting us cherish these two days of vacation!" Reiju gasped, continuing to do push-ups without stopping.
Bellemere was also sweating profusely. Her arms were trembling slightly as she struggled to lower herself: "Same feeling."
This was their third day of training at headquarters. After confirming that all the soldiers recruited from the Four Seas and various branches had arrived, the Burning Legion's "hell training" began.
The reason it was called "hell" was that even these well-trained veterans found this training mode a bit unbearable.
And the legion commander, who had yet to appear, issued a military order that was euphemistically called: [Warm-up Exercise]
One thousand push-ups for men, seven hundred for women. Regular exercises such as long-distance running and sit-ups were naturally not mentioned. The wealthy legion even included shooting and artillery operation in the training program for every soldier.
Ammunition was plentiful. As long as you were willing, the legion's soldiers could practice rifle shooting from the end of tactical courses in the afternoon until the stars were high in the sky.
That's right, in addition to the most basic physical training, the marines belonging to the Burning Legion also had a large number of tactical courses.
It seemed that the instructors of the expeditionary army wished they could use twenty-four hours a day as forty-eight hours.
"Vice Admiral Sakazuki, according to your arrangement, the special training has been going on for three days." The male Rear Admirals, led by Onigumo, acted as the veteran instructors of the legion, and they had been very busy these past two days.
The most unusual thing was that the leader, who was in fact responsible for commanding the legion, avoided meeting these veterans who were training.
He only issued orders one after another from behind the scenes, which was completely different from his previous style of personally guiding the training of his marines.
Sakazuki listened carefully to the report. He thought for a moment: "Maintain the intensity of physical training and add in team cooperation battle formation drills."
"Yes...but," Onigumo hesitated rarely. He and Doberman beside him looked at each other.
"Douken" (Doberman) still couldn't suppress his straightforward temper, and asked with some confusion: "Vice Admiral, these veterans from all over the world are already battle-hardened experts. Isn't it a bit wasteful to let them conduct this almost extravagant shooting training?"
In Doberman and Onigumo's view, the training method set by Sakazuki was a bit strange.
They could understand maintaining physical training, as that was the foundation for maintaining the veterans' physical strength and combat quality.
But guaranteeing a supply of one thousand bullets for each soldier's training made them frown. These veterans who had spent time in the ranks were already good at shooting, but it seemed that Vice Admiral Sakazuki wanted to train each of them into sharpshooters?
Sakazuki shook his head. This was a misunderstanding caused by the generational gap in military literacy between them.
In this world, these marines who could be called veterans, whether they were the veterans currently under his command or the 100,000 elite soldiers gathered during the Summit War in the original work.
These Navy soldiers might be far superior to the soldiers of his original world in terms of physical fitness, but their psychological quality and tactical literacy, from his modern perspective, were still somewhat lacking.
One of the serious differences was that although the average hit rate of these veteran marines with firearms was not off-target, it was not very high either.
You must know that these were all veterans and active officers who had been trained for years.
The reason for this, on the one hand, was that in this world where there were huge differences in physical strength, even if you increased your firearm accuracy by another 5%, it might not be useful.
There were many monsters who could withstand bullets and cannonballs with their bodies.
But Sakazuki still planned to maintain this "luxury" for at least a week, even though all this ammunition was brought out of the headquarters' arsenal by Sengoku with a pained expression.
In his previous world, soldiers' automatic weapon shooting accuracy was built up one bullet at a time, and one thousand rounds per person was already a minimum limit in Sakazuki's mind.
Although he knew that for most veterans who were proficient in firearms, this was just an opportunity to warm up again, Sakazuki still unhesitatingly let Onigumo and the others execute it.
Although there were many monsters who could block bullets with their bodies and swords at sea, from a statistical point of view, in this vast sea, there were also a large number of pirates who would die if they were hit in the head by a bullet.
Pay close attention to every detail that affects combat effectiveness, make up for shortcomings, and enhance strengths.
Accumulate bit by bit, and do the best in every detail. This was the way of the legion's training.
Adding battle formation training was also based on this consideration. If these marines of the expeditionary army could bring out the essence of the battle formations developed by headquarters, which used quantity to make up for quality and liberated high-level combat power, that would naturally be the best.
But if they couldn't, they could at least crush ordinary pirates in the New World in a soldier-to-soldier, general-to-general mode.
What Sakazuki wanted to create was not super soldiers who could all go and gang up on Whitebeard, but a group of truly battle-hardened elites.
"Let them train for another week at most, from the muscle memory of the body to the spirit, they must regain the feeling of the army." Sakazuki said. He opened the drawer and took out a IOU.
He waved the thing in his hand to the several instructors. "From military salaries to training ammunition, we are all in debt. Mr. Sengoku now has a gloomy face when he sees me."
"From food supply to military supplies, provide everything without restraint." Sakazuki instructed Onigumo. He was already burdened with too much debt, but this step was crucial to his next psychological warfare.
The lord of the legion looked down from the floor-to-ceiling window of the fortress at the expeditionary army training below: "They are not ready yet."