I Became A Black Merchant In Another World-Chapter 358: Enlightenment (5)
2nd Battalion, 3rd Regiment, 9th Division, Tuscan Empire.
New officers and NCOs were assigned here.
Normally, there wouldn’t be a grand introduction ceremony just because an officer or a few NCOs were transferred.
Today, the battalion commander, unusually, gathered all the troops and gave a special introduction.
A common private in this battalion, Mato, asked the squad leader.
“What’s going on today, squad leader?”
“I don’t know, you brat. If I knew, I’d be an officer, not a squad leader, acting like a brat?”
“No, I just asked.”
“You brat. Hey, back in my day, a private brat couldn’t even look the squad leader in the eye.”
Of course, as is often the case when it comes to my time, when the squad leader was a private, he didn’t even bother asking the squad leader questions.
He didn’t even look the squad leader in the eye.
However, when a private becomes a sergeant, his private life seems like hell, and his current private life seems like heaven.
So the squad leader truly believed that his military life was a million times harder than Mato's.
"Attention, battalion!"
At those words, all the soldiers stood up straight and stood at attention.
"As of today, military chaplains have been assigned to all units across the country. His Majesty the Emperor has assigned them to reside in each company to listen to your worries and hear your confessions. It is His Majesty's grace that you can find comfort in your heart through your faith in Deus while carrying out your difficult military life."
The soldiers, including Mato, were quite moved.
His Majesty the Emperor thought of them and even sent a priest to hear your confessions.
Even eating half-rotten rice in the military was completely normalized, and after being discharged from the military, they had to get jobs in factories or anywhere, and they were not exploited there, and they set the standards for their salaries and looked after them in detail.
Even for those who lived as serfs, new farming methods such as the Sa-yun method and tax cuts made it possible for them to live like human beings, and that is all that is needed.
‘The Emperor did everything.’
“In addition, I will personally teach you how to read and write every Saturday and the grace of His Majesty the Emperor. From the right, the battalion chaplain, Lieutenant Marco Polo. The following are the chaplains assigned to the companies. Sergeant Cannavaro of the 1st Company, Sergeant Grosso of the 2nd Company, Sergeant Rusconi of the 3rd Company, and Sergeant Garneo of the 4th Company. After the battalion is disbanded, the chaplains will begin their education at the company level.”
After hearing those words, the soldiers including Mato immediately disbanded.
And everyone went to the parade ground to receive the teachings of the new chaplain.
The parade ground was nothing but an empty space with a large blackboard set up there...
Everyone felt good at the thought that they could learn how to read and write without paying.
“I am Sergeant Cannavaro, who will continue the company life with you from the 1st Company. Today, I will briefly explain the grace of His Majesty the Emperor and the mission he received from God.”
Although the chaplain was a priest, those who received the rank of ‘non-commissioned officer’ were simply neighborhood priests or traveling missionaries who were gathered together.
So they didn’t know much about theology, but before coming here, they had memorized the basic physical training and the ‘Divine Right of Kings’ theological practical training version written by Fabio.
“His Majesty the Emperor is looking down on you. He introduced the Rothschild-developed private-sector system to the entire country and reduced taxes, giving serfs a little bit of hope for the future. He also prevented workers from being overworked.”
In a modern country in the 21st century, if the president were to look down on the people, people would react by saying, “What’s that? Did he give them a bowl of medicine?”
However, the soldiers here have always regarded the emperor as a representative of God.
Furthermore, they have seen and experienced in real time that their lives have improved thanks to the emperor’s grace.
If I exaggerate a little, even in everyday life, just hearing the word “emperor” makes you feel a surge of excitement.
Furthermore, since it was said by a respected priest, it was easy for Mato to hear it.
“Your Majesty did such a thing because Deus ordered you to do so. You are to feed my sheep. In order to faithfully carry out that mission, His Majesty personally tasted the meals of the poor and stayed where the poor stayed. And he decided to comfort their sorrow.”
The Emperor had never heard Deus’ voice.
Fabio took the Emperor to see for himself how the serfs lived, and warned him that if they were exploited in this environment, they would rebel.
That’s why he took measures such as lowering taxes and did his best to stabilize the people’s livelihood.
However, facts are not fun, and facts with a little fabrication are more fun.
The ‘teachings’ that Fabio personally wrote and reviewed were slightly embellished, just like the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
Among the soldiers who heard the interesting and catchy story, many began to have tears in their eyes.
Private Mato was one of them.
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When he was young, or before he entered the army, his older sister and older brother died because they had nothing to eat.
Four years ago, my father had to sell my fourth sister to a brothel because he was afraid that his family would starve to death.
That was a normal thing in the empire until then.
Not long ago, people who had played bad pranks, talked about their worries, and sometimes fought were being killed or sold. That was the daily life of the empire.
However, His Majesty the Emperor reduced taxes at one point and widely spread the Sa-yun-jeop (a method of prostitution) to ease their suffering.
When taxes were reduced, my mother and father cried, saying that if only taxes had been reduced a little faster, they wouldn’t have lost these children.
But now, they were grateful that they could draw hope instead of such a terrible daily life.
‘It was all thanks to Your Majesty. And Your Majesty did it because Deus wanted it all.’
In his and everyone else’s hearts, loyalty to the Emperor and devotion to Deus grew rapidly.
“But if you have received something, you should know how to repay it. Deus does not want you to be ungrateful.”
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Mato also strongly agreed with those words.
If you have received something, you should repay it.
However, how can we repay His Majesty the favor and Deus’s grace?
“Deus is using His Majesty as a tool to achieve his will. However, His Majesty is ultimately just a person. The officers, bureaucrats, and nobles are helping him, but that alone is not enough. You should help him. Do your best in training, fight with your life at stake in war, and work diligently and pay your taxes after you are discharged. Then Deus will give you strength and use you as a tool to protect your peaceful daily lives, just like now.”
Mato vowed.
If war breaks out someday, or even if it doesn’t, he will repay the Emperor’s favor in the future.
The others had similar thoughts.
“Some may laugh at you and call you lowly soldiers. But that’s wrong. You are already dedicated to His Majesty and Deus. Your positions are different from those of the officers and non-commissioned officers. So be proud. You can brag about it.”
It was the first time the soldiers had heard such words.
They had been teased as soldiers, but it turned out that they too could be proud of the work they had been given.
It seemed meaningless to stand guard until late at night and work hard from morning to evening, training and working hard.
It was all something to be proud of.
It was a service and duty to the Emperor who protected and enriched them.
“We will end here for today. If you have any concerns, please come to confession.”
After class, the soldiers returned to the barracks.
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An uninvited guest came to Private Mato and his squad who ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) had returned to the barracks.
“Hey, squad leader.”
“Sergeant, go!”
“The platoon leader is having a company dinner, so if you have saved up your salary, please bring some. It’s one silver coin per squad.”
One silver coin is 20 days’ wages for a worker in the city.
It was a painful expense for soldiers who didn’t even get paid much in the military.
But this is the military, so if you have to criticize, you have to criticize.
Otherwise, the platoon leader will find fault with everything or openly scold you, making your body and mind unsound.
“Understood!”
Private Mato cursed inwardly upon hearing that.
They said it was a company dinner, but seeing that each squad took out one silver coin, it was obvious that they were planning to throw it between the prostitute’s legs.
‘A bastard who is worse than a dog.’
But if you have to criticize, you have no choice.
And at that moment, the passing military chaplain Cannavaro witnessed this scene.
“...... No, what are you doing?”
“Oh, priest. It’s nothing. The platoon leader asked the soldiers to collect the dinner money.”
“Are you in your right mind, deputy platoon leader? The soldiers are also precious people who carry out His Majesty the Emperor’s work. Do you think it would be good for them to be extorted?”
“No, but it was the platoon leader’s order. And everyone does this much...”
“I will report you to the military court through the battalion chaplain.”
The sergeant froze at those words.
Extorting a little money from soldiers is something that everyone does, but the military court?
“...... What is that...”
“Treating His Majesty the Emperor’s soldiers carelessly is an insult to His Majesty the Emperor. Disciplining soldiers who do not follow orders during training or neglect their duties according to due process. We cannot interfere with the punishment of those who have shown insignificant behavior. However, is it really for Your Majesty to extort money from soldiers?”
“Look, this guy.”
“It’s good for me. Reporting such atrocities will help me get promoted.”
Cannavaro returned the money to each soldier, including the squad leader.
Mato shed tears as he received the money.
In an army famous for its absurdity, there was a priest sent by His Majesty the Emperor who truly cared for him.
His heart, which had been neglected his entire life, was filled with emotion.
“Others may ignore you, soldiers. However, Your Majesty cares for all of you. So do your best in your service.”
And two weeks later, the sergeant who was the platoon leader and deputy platoon leader was dishonorably discharged.
In a word, his life was ruined.
In the legions throughout the empire, cheers of “Long Live Your Majesty the Emperor” erupted.