Magical Strategist

Dozens of cups? A hundred cups? I can’t count how many cups Zhen Long drank that night. I only know that everyone carried him into the bedroom after drinking until the end. And then, nothing happened…

The return of the Chief of Staff was a happy event for the Guangming Group, because Zhenlong's command ability was recognized by the whole group.

Because the chief of staff was away for a long time, the discipline in the regiment was in a mess. Take the guard on duty during the day, for example, he ignored the regiment rules and threatened the people with force. Secondly, the relationship between superiors and subordinates was chaotic, and some squad leaders even called their subordinates "big brothers and big sisters" in public. Back then, Zhenlong's position as the chief of staff was not in vain. He strictly enforced discipline and clearly distinguished rewards and punishments, because a knight group without discipline could not go far.

In addition to discipline, the Chief of Staff also has to control the direction of the Knights' development. Today, the Knights of Light have been reduced from tens of thousands of people at their peak to less than a thousand. The most urgent task is to recruit soldiers and expand their power.

The number of ordinary knights is limited by the alliance, and normally no more than one thousand people are allowed. However, the Knights of Light are different. As the "Alliance Shield", they can expand their number without the approval of the alliance. The honor of the Knights of Light is attributed to the former leader, the goddess of light, Johnson Feiya. In addition, the Shadow Song Guild, known as the "Soul of Middle-Earth", which enjoys the same status as the Knights of Light, is unfortunately disbanded after the death of Shadow Song Jasmine.

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The next day, at the headquarters of the Knights of Light, in the bedroom of the Chief of Staff.

The real dragon got up early.

Returning to the Bright Group was not the end, but only the beginning, and there was still a long way to go. The alcohol from last night still had some effect, and his head was a little dizzy. He washed his face with cold water, changed his clothes, and went to work.

I looked at the time. It was six o'clock in the morning, but among the more than one hundred people in the regiment headquarters, except for Zhenlong and Teresa who got up early, the rest were still sleeping soundly.

According to the previous schedule, all members must gather at six o'clock, and then the team leaders will issue tasks, but now, the deserted venue is empty.

Where are the group rules?

Where is the discipline?

Zhenlong was furious and ran to the "bugle platform" of the regiment headquarters to blow the horn to assemble.

The horn of the Illuminati is not usually blown, and is only sounded during major events such as battles and memorial services.

This horn either does not sound at all, or once it sounds, it is as loud as thunder and the whole city will be alarmed.

Buzz...buzz...the real dragon blew with all his strength for more than a minute.

After the signal sounded, the team members slowly came to the venue in front of the office building to gather. Some of them were yawning, some had drool hanging from the corners of their mouths, and some were still wearing pajamas.

"What is this? I'm still dreaming..."

"I usually sleep until ten o'clock. What happened today?"

Ten minutes later, the soldiers finally lined up in an uneven formation.

"Mr. Chief of the General Staff, it's only this time and the brothers are still sleeping!" A man in the formation complained.

The real dragon was facing the complaining team and roared, "Whoever said that, stand up!"

I saw a short soldier in his thirties slowly walk out of the team and said disapprovingly: "I said it."

"What's your name? What's your position? When did you join the group?" Zhenlong asked, his eyes looking extremely fierce.

"Caliwater, captain of the first team at headquarters, just joined at the beginning of this month." The man replied.

"Go, run around the field a hundred times, not one less," the real dragon shouted.

"One hundred laps? Oh my god, running fifty laps normally is already killing me, can you please stop torturing me?" the man begged for mercy.

"You think it's too little? Then one hundred and fifty laps! If you still think it's too little, how about two hundred laps?" Zhenlong said fiercely, leaving no room for negotiation.

The man's face turned pale immediately, and he stammered, "Okay, okay, one hundred laps, let's run..." As he said that, the man started running.

The real dragon turned around and continued to lecture: "Starting from tomorrow, you must gather at six in the morning. This is the minimum. Look at yourselves, one by one, how come you are all like pigs?"

Hee hee hee……

The people in the team couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

"Who is laughing? Stand up!" the real dragon roared.

"It's me who's performing..." Lingdie came to the real dragon with a hop and skip, and said with a playful smile: "You don't want me to run a hundred laps, do you? Please don't, I can't run anymore..."

Zhenlong's face turned pale, and he pulled Lingdie to the back, gently scolding her: "Why are you making trouble? Go back to sleep!"

"But I couldn't fall asleep after being woken up." Ling Die said with a pout.

"Then go out and buy things. You can do whatever you want, but don't interfere with my work." Zhenlong said seriously.

"But it would be so boring for me to be alone. How about some performing arts? Can you accompany me shopping later? Please!" Ling Die said coquettishly, shaking Zhenlong's arm.

Zhenlong had no choice but to nod and agree. Lingdie walked away laughing.

"The Chief of General Staff can't do anything to a little girl, ha ha ha ha..." Many people in the team started to make a noise.

The real dragon pulled a long face and shouted, "Is it funny? Well, I will let you laugh to your heart's content. Anyone who doesn't laugh will be lashed fifty times!"

After these words came out, everyone was speechless. The real dragon continued, "As the first knight order in Middle-earth, we should at least look decent. Why has the Knights of Light been able to enjoy such a high status since its establishment? Because we have iron discipline! And you, you are free and undisciplined, do you treat discipline as a joke? Where are your armbands? Why don't you bring them? Where are your swords? Where are your staffs? Why don't you hold them in your hands? And you, why don't you even wear clothes? What are you going to do? Swimming? There is a river in the backyard, let you swim for three days and three nights to your heart's content? To tell you the truth, from now on, your good days are over. Anyone who ignores the rules will be expelled immediately! Did you hear me clearly?"

Listen carefully!

"Very good, Archon Bartolomeo, step out! Didn't you hear me? Archon Bartolomeo, step out!" Zhenlong said it twice but Bartolomeo did not step out. (According to the registration of the Bright Corps positions: the head is the highest, followed by the deputy head and the chief of staff, and the executive officer, archon and other department heads are ranked third.)

"Reporting to the Chief of Staff, the captain said that the five leaders (Captain Roche, Deputy Captain Barak, Archon Bartolomi, Executive Officer Sachieldos, and Personnel Officer Angela) do not need to be present at the usual morning meeting. I guess they are all sleeping."

"Who said we don't have to be present? From now on, no matter who you are, you must gather at six o'clock every morning!" Zhenlong said angrily.

"Understood!"

"I'm glad you understand... As a punishment, you don't have to do anything this morning. Just practice standing. If you don't stand well or anyone disobeys, you won't be able to eat today!" Zhenlong shouted.

The Chief of General Staff looked like a very experienced man, and everyone had to submit to him and obey his orders.