Ashen Dragon-Chapter 485 - 405 Empire Age (Part 1)_2
Chapter 485 -405 Empire Age (Part 1)_2
Chapter 485 -405 Empire Age (Part 1)_2
“Forget it, let’s not talk about these things now. We don’t know about those important figures who truly decide the fate of the Empire. Who can foresee what the future holds?”
Grace nodded slightly, agreeing with George’s statement. However, as if something had crossed his mind, he spoke again: “By the way, have you heard about the new system from the Military Department?”
“Is it something called the ranking system?”
George thought for a moment, recalling the news he had heard a few days ago, and continued: “They say it’s a hierarchy system tailored specifically for the military, independent of the title of nobility system.”
“As battalion commanders, we should be promoted to lieutenant colonel. It seems there will be concrete directives issued as well.”
Grace waved his hand dismissively, his voice tinged with disdain: “What’s the big deal? It doesn’t affect us who are already titled anyway.”
He leaned in closer, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone: “I’m talking about ‘military specialization’ mentioned in Marshal Dolores’s latest statement!”
George was instantly intrigued.
“What’s that? I haven’t bought today’s ‘Imperial Military Report’ yet.”
Grace pulled out a crumpled paper from his uniform pocket, boasting: “Even if you bought it, it wouldn’t help. This news will be released in two days. I got this information early from a friend in the Propaganda Department.”
“You know the Empire has recently opened several colonies, right?”
George nodded: “Of course, there’s the Brass Fortress in the Fire Elemental Plane, Dragon Shadow City in the Gloomy Region, and the Casper Hills in the South.”
Grace said: “You must understand that the environments of these three places are vastly different—The Fire Elemental Plane is as hot as Purgatory, the Gloomy Region is perpetually dark, and the Casper Hills have an environment most similar to Anzeta, perhaps even warmer.”
George immediately understood: “So, the so-called ‘military specialization’ is meant for this. The Empire is training forces specialized for specific battlefields to cope with the extreme environments.”
“Exactly.” Grace’s expression was quite serious: “This is a matter that will determine our future! Do you want to suffer in the Fire Elemental Plane or the Gloomy Region? Or do you want to seize military achievements in the South?”
“It indeed is a major matter…”
George browsed the document in his hand, his expression somewhat grave.
Indeed, the Empire’s peace wouldn’t last long. For this war-born behemoth, expansion was its instinct.
And for individuals like George who served the Empire with claws and fangs, the most crucial thing was where to go in the future and whether they could distinguish themselves in battle.
“Military specialization…”
However, the piercing sound of the steam whistle interrupted his contemplation.
“Woooooooo—”
“[Imperial Third Military Training Base] station arrived. Please disembark in an orderly manner.”
With the help of a simple loudspeaker, the conductor’s voice spread throughout the carriage. Officers and soldiers began to disembark one after another.
“I’m off, George.”
“Alright, see you later.”
The two walked out of the train and headed to different areas of the military training base.
George belonged to the Imperial Infantry, while Grace was part of the Artillery Regiment.
In the War of Unification, Grace decisively opened fire, accurately striking the enemy’s command post and killing a Count of the Northern Territory, emerging from among numerous Ogre artillerymen.
“Good day, Viscount Seth.”
“Mm.”
Walking into the infantry base, the variety of races was particularly noticeable: Great Goblins, Ogres, Humans, and Tieflings could often be seen.
However, Great Goblins and Tieflings mostly held higher positions. They were generally elders who had joined during the Ashen Nest period, with dukes as their patrons.
This was something George couldn’t envy.
However, with the Dragon Vein, racial conflicts had significantly diminished—for the people of the Imperial Army, Dragon Blood was the sole standard to gauge the nobility of bloodlines.
In this military camp, Baron George’s status could only be considered average.
The highest commander of his unit was a Goblin Marquis who had always served beside Marshal Dolores as an elder.
Seeing a Great Goblin rushing towards him, George quickly saluted and greeted—this was his direct superior, Arturo Redridge.
Great Goblins often had names in this style.
“Good day, Count Arturo. You look well today.”
“George?”
The tall Dragon Vein Goblin lowered his head, examining the Human in front of him.
This George had originally been a reserve force who joined halfway. Due to his especially hard training, he was exceptionally promoted to a formal soldier and had repeatedly made meritorious contributions on the battlefield.
Arturo saw some value in this Human.
Great Goblins often held Humans in contempt, calling them “upright walking lambs” and “cowards.”
But Arturo, being well-traveled, knew that Humans had far more potential than they imagined.
From his experience, while Great Goblins were similar to his kin, they often turned out to be ruthless opportunists. Humans, on the other hand, were easier to control and manage.
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“You’re just in time. I’m about to convene a military meeting. Follow me.”
“Yes, Lord Earl.”
George quickly responded.
He followed behind the Goblin Earl, ascending the spiral staircase within the base, soon reaching the second floor and entering the conference room.
After half an hour of waiting, all the officers of the various regiments and battalions had arrived.
Following the military system reform a few months ago, the Imperial Infantry used battalions as the basic tactical unit. Each battalion consisted of four to six companies, approximately three to six hundred people; three battalions formed a regiment; six regiments comprised a division.
Divisions and higher “Legions” served as strategic units, incorporating various combined arms nature, equipped with several infantry, cavalry, and artillery divisions.
For instance, George’s Seventh Legion included three infantry divisions, a heavy cavalry division of Dragon Beasts, and an artillery division primarily composed of Ogres.
George was a battalion commander in the third regiment of the second infantry division of the Seventh Legion, commanding four hundred seventy-three people, most of whom were Humans.
Arturo Redridge was the commander of the second infantry division.
Inside the conference room, Count Arturo sat at the head, regimental commanders gathered around the long table, and battalion commanders like George stood on the periphery.
Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, Arturo spoke in a loud voice: “Everyone, you’ve all heard some rumors lately, haven’t you?”
A regimental commander timidly replied: “Lord Arturo, are you referring to the ‘military specialization’ mentioned by Marshal Dolores?”
“Yes.”
The Great Goblin nodded slightly, stood up, and forcefully said: “Since you are aware of the basics, I’ll get straight to the point—The Empire’s military is about to undergo a major reshuffle. Your days of idleness are over!”
“Marshal Dolores specifically instructed to establish a specialized, systematized force to handle the environment of each battlefield.”
The Great Goblin waved his hand, and the magic crystal lit up, displaying the hellish scenes of the Fire Elemental Plane to everyone present.
“Soldiers with a high degree of Dragonification can voluntarily join the pioneering corps in the Fire Elemental Plane.”
“You will undergo special training, receive all kinds of heat-resistant equipment, and head to the most dangerous, harshest environment of the Fire Elemental Plane—but correspondingly, you can also gain substantial military achievements there!”
“Those who do not meet the requirements will be assigned to the Local Border Defense Legion to guard the borders.”
“The most elite troops will be integrated into the Imperial Continental Legion, contributing to the future conquest of the Fianso Continent.”
Arturo slapped the table, speaking excitedly as the magic image displayed a vast continent, majestic cities, and even the Holy City of Holy Fadlan.
The officers attending the meeting were astonished.
Arturo’s tone grew serious, his gaze blazing: “Military advisors from above will be coming to assess us.”
“Whether to stay in the homeland and idle away, venture into the Gloomy Region or the Fire Elemental Plane, or go to the affluent Southern Continent, it’s all up to your own choices!”
George gazed at the image on the table in silence. His heart was already surging with emotions, and a faint light flickered in his golden eyes.
“Isdalia is nice, but—I want to see a broader world and conquer the South for His Majesty Cassius!”
His fists gradually clenched, his eyes growing more determined.
In the conference room, many officers had varied expressions. Some even wished to try their luck in the Fire Elemental Plane.
Monsters, Humans lived together, sharing a common faith and language, subject to the same imperial rule.
They ventured into different planes, bringing firearms and cannons to every corner of the world, risking their lives for power and wealth, and constantly striving to climb higher.
This was an era of fervor. This was—the Empire’s era.
—求月票—
