Chapter 64: Officer Selection X Martial Arts Competition

After these days of hard work and the Gronn brain, Nergo was successfully promoted by Grommash, allowed to have a team of orc soldiers, and became an officer in the Warsong Clan.

Thinking about it carefully, he seems to be a model worker this year.

He met with Velen to discuss trade, eased the relationship between the Draenei and the Warsong Clan, won over Lantresor to make the Burning Blade Clan a vassal, besieged Gul'dan to save the Holy Land, and played the role of adventurer with Sylvanas to hunt "rare elites" everywhere.

"So I have done so many things without realizing it?" Nergo was quite satisfied with this.

Now that Gul'dan is dead, he has also bought him some time to develop, so that he has time to train an elite force.

Unlike the medieval period of Seris in the previous life or even the Ming and Qing Dynasties, in ancient times, those who could train every five or even ten days could be called elite troops.

What about the orcs? It may be an exaggeration for the orcs to say that they train once a day, but it is not a stretch to say that they train once every three days or twice every three days.

What kind of physical fitness do the orcs have?

They start training how to chop people at the age of six, go to the battlefield at the age of twelve, and the average height of an adult is about two meters. They eat a pig for three people for one meal.

And such a strong man Nergo can have as many as five hundred people under his command.

Based on this alone, if Nergo takes them to the timeline of the Three Kingdoms, O'Neill and the like will be redundant. If the number is enough, Zhuge Liang can directly lead them to the Northern Expedition to Siberia.

However, it is not enough to have excellent soldiers. Fighting a war depends not only on whose soldiers have good physical fitness, but also on weapons and equipment, and organization. These are all things that he, as an officer, needs to consider.

But he doesn't have much clue, because Nergo is not good at those at all.

Then again, he was just an ordinary person in his previous life. He was successful just by hearing the name of military books. At this level, you can't let him train soldiers!

Simply follow the ancients, eat and live together, and practice discipline when you have nothing to do.

What we want is to enforce orders.

For this matter, Nergo did not sleep until the moon rose above the clouds, but wrote down everything he thought of on paper.

What he saw and heard in the clan, the experience he learned from other old orcs, and some of his own ideas.

Nergo wrote a lot, but in the end, he still did not have a systematic and reliable thing.

"Really." Nergo rubbed his forehead and felt a little headache.

"Mamluk-style soldiers." Nergo commented.

In the current clan period, the orcs are famous for their amazing bravery and almost no military discipline.

In war, the impact of organization and discipline on combat effectiveness is far greater than personal bravery.

Just like the famous saying: two Mamluk soldiers can deal with three French soldiers, but one hundred French cavalry are not afraid of one hundred Mamluk soldiers, and one thousand French cavalry can defeat fifteen hundred Mamluk soldiers.

This is enough to illustrate the importance of tactics, training and organization to war.

It is not terrible to not understand, but it is the most terrible to mess around without understanding.

Nergo knew this very well. He was not a tactical genius, had never been a soldier, and had no idea about the military system.

But it didn't matter, as long as someone understood it.

Sylvanas, as the ranger general of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, was born in the Windrunner family. She could be said to be the daughter of a general. Regardless of whether she was familiar with the art of war, couldn't she at least be a consultant and inspire him?

When Nergo thought of this, the world suddenly became wider, and he felt that his eyes were opened.

Or could it be said that they were in tune with each other?

He felt that he was not good at training soldiers, so he wanted to ask Sylvanas for advice. Sylvanas also felt that he was probably not good enough, so she came to ask.

This really came at the right time.

"Hmm? You're here. I was just about to find you." Nergo nodded to Sylvanas and explained, "The chieftain allowed me to lead 500 orcs as my soldiers. I was worried about how to train them."

"That's why I came here." Sylvanas said, "I guess you lack some experience, and I just know a little bit."

Nergo spread his hands helplessly, "Professional things must be done by professionals. If you want, I can transfer you to my team."

"No need to bother." Sylvanas showed her seductive smile, "If you were more informed, you would know that you will manage 501 warriors."

"Including you?" Nergo laughed.

"Of course." Sylvanas spread out a piece of paper, which he carried with him.

It was written in detail about Sylvanas's views on orc soldiers, as well as the points that needed improvement and the areas where training should be focused.

Nergo looked at it carefully, "Not bad, very detailed."

Or he is a general. No matter whether the things are good or not, at least they are much better than the stitched monsters he studied himself.

That's enough.

"The next issue is the manpower." Sylvanas said, "I prefer to command archers to fight, but if I follow my ideas and standards, there may not be many qualified people among these 500 people."

Of course, there are not many Warsong orcs who like to use bows and arrows, and there are even fewer who have the talent to be valued by Sylvanas.

What else can Nergo say? After thinking for a while, he said, "My people are a nomadic clan. Maybe it's more suitable to train them to charge with cavalry."

Sylvanas said that he was powerless in terms of cavalry charge. Who didn't know that the Thalassians were good at training rangers and mages.

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As for the cavalry?

Let’s take a look at the Amani Troll in the distance.

Looking at Sylvanas's silent look, Nergo sighed, "Forget it, we'll find out when we go to the military camp tomorrow."

Early the next morning.

The two walked to the military camp near the seaside in Gromash'er. The military camp seemed to be newly built and had a strong orc style. Sharp spikes could be seen at intervals on the building.

"You guys came quite early."

Nergo looked over and saw that it was Daruk, "Of course I can't slack off because the chief likes me so much."

Looking at the smiling Nergo and the look on his face that was beginning to be inconsistent with his age, Daruk said with some respect, "I will take you to find your team."

Orcs value warriors and admire bravery. They often fight when they gather together to compete with each other. In this environment, most of the orcs who can be appointed as commanders are extremely brave warriors.

After the five hundred orcs were summoned by Daruk and learned that the blue-eyed Nergo in front of them was their new commander, almost all of them looked at him with admiration, and no one dared to disapprove.

Seeing that there was no thorn in the side, Daruk felt relieved and went about his business in a down-to-earth manner.

Nergo did not deliberately show off his majesty, but instead seemed somewhat approachable.

He looked carefully at the five hundred people. They were all young, strong orcs who had just reached adulthood and were about the same age as him.

And they all have one characteristic, that is: they are black, big and strong, and they look like they are hard-working players.

Similarly, most of these orcs are orphans. In the tradition of the orcs, every child not only belongs to the family, but also to the clan. If you cannot raise a child, there will be a clan to help you.

Therefore, the orphans of the orcs during the clan period were not as skinny as a stick, starving and malnourished as I thought. On the contrary, they seemed to be more able to endure hardships because they had no family to care for them.

These big men, generally with loose, short or bald hair, were each wearing their own animal skin clothes. Some were sitting cross-legged on the ground, some were talking about each other, and some were standing awkwardly.

Nergo glanced at the orcs carefully with an expressionless expression. He knew that it was not because they looked down on him, but because of their virtue.

You must know that the history of the orcs is only a thousand years old. The Warsong orcs who just crawled out of the cave hundreds of years ago are still a nomadic clan.

"I'm a little disappointed." Nergo said to Sylvanas. His originally gentle face began to turn livid.

He knows that he shouldn't be too demanding, but what's the difference between you and the old farmers in the Middle Ages?

Those who didn’t know better thought I was trying to attract a young man!

"We still have to use both kindness and power." Nergo moved his wrist, and the sudden strong wind made the originally twisted orcs look like a group of defeated troops.

"If you can only be so undisciplined, then you might as well run away now." Nergo knew that if you talk to these orcs about the art of war and strategy, if one out of ten can understand it, it means you have met a top student.

In this case, he simply used pure violence to suppress them. I don't ask you to have your own thoughts. You can do whatever I ask you to do.

"Many of you know me, and some may not know that I am Nergo, the blue-eyed shaman. From today on, I will be your commander. I will train you well and become the Chief of Hellscream. A sharp blade.”

Nergo pointed at them with his finger and said, "I will lead you to glory, run rampant in the enemy's stronghold, seize their wealth, and gain the boast of your own people, but all this requires you to obey my orders. , can you understand?"

Nergo simply divided the five hundred people into five centurions. "Now, I need to see your abilities. Come, all the orcs who don't want to be ordinary soldiers, come over. I will arrange for you to have a gladiatorial fight. The final victory The five victors will become the five centurions of these five hundred men and become their leaders.”

While Nergo was here giving lectures to the new recruits, Sylvanas frowned a little, "The bravery of the barbarians." She said softly.

He is the only one who can turn the selection of officers into a martial arts competition.