Chapter 455: Principal Takes Office 3

After attending the simple banquet hosted by the town mayor, Makarov and his wife rested in the residence provided by the town government.

The next day, the couple got up early.

The wife must be prepared to entertain the wives of other prominent figures in the town who come to visit - as mentioned before, those in charge of education now have a high social status everywhere.

That day happened to be Monday, and Makarov immediately started his new job.

In the morning, he came to the new school, which was a large, square area located in the southeast of Beiwang Town. It was surrounded by a red brick wall and contained a two-story building and a warehouse.

According to the information obtained by Makarov, there are more than 200 students in this school, divided into four classes.

The only three teachers in the school met him at the school gate.

"Hello, Principal Makarov, I am Frano Deco, a Chinese teacher in our school. These two are the mathematics teacher Mr. Corey Holly and another Chinese teacher Feli Abdo. Pull the lady.”

A man dressed as a scholar with a mustache introduced the school's teachers to the new principal.

"Thank you for your hard work! Thank you for your continued work."

"This is our responsibility and what we should do."

Makarov stepped forward and shook hands with the teachers one by one, and followed them to the principal's office prepared for him.

"Everyone, since there is only one math teacher here, I will also serve as the math teacher part-time to reduce the work pressure of Teacher Holly."

Corey Hawley thanks him.

Marklov waved his hand and continued: "In addition, I will also serve as an ideological and political teacher."

"Ideological and political class?"

The three teachers were collectively confused. They had never heard of such a subject.

Makarov explained: "Yes, ideological and political courses are courses responsible for shaping children's world view, outlook on life, and values."

The teachers kind of got it, it sounded a bit like missionary behavior.

"Now, Mr. Deco and Mr. Holly, do you see the carriage I'm riding in outside? Please come with me to carry some things. We are going to install them in each classroom."

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In the afternoon, all the teachers and students of the school gathered in the small auditorium on the first floor.

The students looked curiously at the burly new headmaster, who had taken off his original Arda army uniform and changed into civilian clothes.

The small auditorium is actually the largest classroom, with a blackboard painted on the west wall.

Now, an oil painting hangs above the blackboard.

To be precise, it was a bust.

Feli Abdullah quietly asked Frano Deco: "Mr. Deco, the painting on it... seems to be the lord. I must have read it correctly."

Teacher Deco nodded: "You read that right. I confirmed with Principal Makarov that it is Lord Grayman."

"But..." Feili covered her mouth and whispered, "If I remember correctly, Mr. Grayman will only be eighteen this year."

The man in the oil painting has deep eyes and a sense of vicissitudes. He looks mature and reliable, which is almost the same style as the young and immature Earl in reality.

"Ahem! Art processing, art processing."

Principal Makarov picked up the chalk, turned around and wrote a big word on the blackboard.

loyalty!

"Now!"

Makarov used the same chanting voice he used during military training, which shocked the whole room into silence.

"Let's start the first ideological and political class! The first thing we want to teach you is - what is loyalty!"

Makarov transferred to the education position with a special mission. Demobilized soldiers who entered the education industry like him all have this special mission, which is to regard "loyalty to Paul Graiman" as a firm belief. Faith is imprinted on the hearts of those growing children.

For this reason, before leaving the army, the instructors repeatedly trained Makarov and others. Before leaving, each person was given a copy of the "Outline of Ideological and Political Education" for them to study carefully, as well as a bust of Count Graiman. .

At this point, Makarov, a former lieutenant platoon leader and now the principal of North Look School, started a new life in North Look Town.

I have to go back and forth between my residence and school at two o'clock every day, and I regularly supervise the militiamen who are training in rotation. My life is very comfortable.

But a sudden news interrupted this calmness.

The news was brought by militia captain Kajit. At that time, Makarov was teaching four arithmetic to first-year students. Kajit ran into the classroom panting.

"Lieutenant, Lieutenant, there's an emergency!"

Makarov put down his textbook, "What's the matter? Don't be in a hurry. Speak slowly."

"Two loggers reported seeing wildlings in the forest north of town."

"Savage?"

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

Makarov was surprised. Isn't that a legendary thing?

"Are you sure you read it correctly?"

"Confirm that I read it correctly. These two lumberjacks are also loyal and reliable people. They should not be lying."

"And the savages still have weapons in their hands."

"Are there weapons? What about the number of people?"

Makarov became cautious.

"Witnesses said there were at least ten people. They were afraid of being discovered by each other, so they immediately fled back to the town to report, so they are not sure how many there were in the end."

"Okay, you immediately summon two platoons of manpower. One platoon is responsible for guarding various intersections in the town, and the other platoon will be led by the two of us to search the north."

"Yes!" Khajiit saluted and hurried out to call for help.

The teachers and students of the school were surprised to find that their new principal had changed into the uniform he wore in the army.

Then a group of militiamen lined up on the school playground - the school playground was also used as a training ground for the militia. Most of them were holding spears, some were wearing swords and shields, and a few were carrying longbows and quivers.

Makarov walked quickly to the front of the team.

Khajiit stepped out and reported to him, "Report to the lieutenant, the first row of the Beiwang Town militia should have 32 people, and the actual number is 32! Please give instructions."

"Yes!" Makarov nodded, and he was very satisfied with the speed of the militiamen's gathering.

"I think Khajiit has already told you that we have called everyone here today - go to the forest north of the town to search for wild men. We know that there are at least ten of them, and they are equipped with metal weapons."

The militiamen were silent, no one asked questions, and no one whispered. Everyone had different expressions on their faces, some were surprised, some were curious, and some were excited.

Makarov asked loudly: "So, who has questions now?"

The team was silent for a while, and it seemed that no one wanted to ask.

"Okay! Let's go now!"

With Makarov's big hand wave, Khajiit conveyed the order: "Everyone, turn right! Run!"

The militiamen stepped in a neat pace and trotted out of the school playground in a column.