Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World

Chapter 399: Military Treatment

TL: Etude

The northwestern territories of the Kingdom of Ordo had passed the Day of Descent in 1993 of the sacred calendar amidst cold winds and winter snow, welcoming the new year.

That year, Paul chose to spend the important holiday in the barracks with the soldiers.

The army of Alda now consisted of eight infantry battalions, with two stationed in Emden, two in Baylding, and the remaining four in Lakeheart Town.

On the Day of Descent, over two thousand people from the four battalions assembled on the parade ground, forming four neat squares. All officers and soldiers were notified that their supreme commander, Count Grayman, had important matters to announce.

Paul, under the watchful eyes of everyone, walked up to the podium with satisfaction and “scanned” his troops back and forth with his gaze.

The effect of the new military uniforms was good; the morale of his army had been elevated, and with their attention to proper military posture, the soldiers looked energetic and alert.

Following the general pattern of the era, Paul first spoke at length about honor and loyalty, encouraging the officers and soldiers to continue their diligent defense of their homeland and loved ones.

However, these were just formalities; it was Paul’s next practical words that perked up everyone’s ears.

“To repay your loyalty and dedication, I—Paul Grayman—have decided to increase the salary for all members of the army.”

“A booklet has been specially printed to explain the changes in our compensation and reward system, which will be distributed to everyone. I hope you will bravely fight our enemies, obey commands under any circumstances, accumulate military merits, and raise your own rank. And I—Paul Grayman—vow to strictly adhere to the regulations I have set!”

“Allow me to specifically mention our privates, who are the most numerous among us. After the salary increase, an ordinary private can now receive 700 copper coins a month, and their family will receive 100 grams of salt a month.”

“Hurrah!” Before Paul could even finish, a huge cheer erupted on the parade ground, and the atmosphere instantly shifted from solemnity to fervor.

Even the most common soldiers could receive so much; the benefits for officers went without saying.

“Count Paul Grayman—our commander, our lord—”

“Under the guardianship of the Heavenly Father—like the thundering wind and lightning—”

“Who doesn’t know of Count Grayman and his soldiers—”

The officers and soldiers spontaneously started singing “The Ode to Count Grayman.”

This military song, which Paul found somewhat embarrassing, was surprisingly popular in the army and nearly everyone knew it.

Although strictly speaking, the response of the officers and soldiers at this time was a bit undisciplined, preventing them from expressing their affection would obviously hurt their feelings. Therefore, Paul had no choice but to clap along with their rhythm until the song ended.

“Today I’ve come not for any important military matters, but simply to learn about each of you.”

“Let’s start with your families: where you’re from, how many people are in your family, and how you joined the army. Although I’m the lord, I’m quite interested in the lives of my subordinates. I’ve been busy with state affairs until now, but today I finally have the time to learn more about you.”

To maintain the dignity of nobility without alienating people was a balance that had to be struck—a lesson Schroeder had taught him.

To forsake the dignity of nobility would make one appear weak in the eyes of the people of this era, but to be too distant would make it hard for them to speak their minds.

“My lord, I... my name is Makarov.”

A bearded, well-built man raised his hand and was about to stand.

“There’s no need to stand, just speak while seated.”

“Yes, my lord. I come from a village near Port Fran...”

“That year, when the pirates attacked... my family...”

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Paul listened attentively as the officers shared their circumstances, their joys and sorrows.

Time ticked away second by second, and the meeting continued until the sun set in the west.

“Today’s conversation has given me a much better understanding of you. I think such a special meeting could be held regularly, allowing everyone to exchange ideas on learning insights, work experiences, and life’s difficulties. Even when I’m not present, someone in a higher position could preside.”

“Yes, my lord.” The officers responded in unison.

Paul stood up and looked around.

“Well, that’s all for today. Let us now go and enjoy the delicious food.”

The group followed Paul to the mess hall, where a food called “dumplings” awaited them.

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I love dumplings btw