I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1427: Being the principal again
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The Army reform was not completed until mid-November. During this time, Jiang Chen either traveled between the sixth block and the fish bone base every day, or stayed at the Marshal Mansion. When he is busy, even Yaoyao prepares the lunch box and sends it to the Marshal's House to solve it in the Marshal's office.
After more than two weeks, even Jiang Chen himself was surprised that he was able to show so much work enthusiasm.
Compared with the pay, the return of the Army reform is quite amazing.
The bloated department has been streamlined, and the headquarters has been taken as the core between the legions, and the connection has been greatly strengthened. The reorganized NAC army, like the sword again polished, regained its former edge.
For the time being, the combat effectiveness cannot be shown intuitively, but at least in terms of military expenses, the effect is still quite obvious.
According to the statistics of the Minister of Logistics Wang Qing, the four major legions after the reform have reduced their military budgets by at least 13%. The newly added soldiers have also been fully digested in all division-level combat units, and expanded in units of brigades, instead of all piled up in the first division and waiting for dispatch as before.
In addition to the reform itself, Han Junhua, the chief of staff, also put forward a supporting proposal.
As the territory of NAC expands, large-scale wars will only become fewer and fewer, and on the contrary, small-scale conflicts will intensify. Whether it's fighting marauders, mutants, cannibal tribes, or heterogeneous communities, there will be more and more channels for the promotion of military officers in the future.
And this also involves another problem, that is, the requirements for the professional knowledge and skills of military officers. If military merit is the sole criterion for promotion, and the training of officers is ignored, no one can guarantee that officers capable of small-scale operations will be qualified for large-scale operations. .
After all, at the current level of development of NAC, it is already difficult to meet comparable opponents. It is difficult to encounter even at the division level or higher, not to mention legion-level operations. There are fewer and fewer opportunities to train senior officers in actual combat.
As a result, the final result is that among the middle and upper-level officers of NAC, there will be a group of officers with different qualities. Among them are talented and talented people, and there is always a straw bag that can't do anything.
In order to solve this problem, the solution given by Han Junhua is also very simple.
That is to run a military school!
Since you can't cultivate in actual combat, then cultivate in theory first!
"I have discussed with Chu Nan and plan to rebuild a university on the original site of Wanghai University, temporarily setting up five military colleges and an engineering college." As he said, Jiang Chen took a file from the drawer , Threw it on the table, looked at Zheng Shanhe standing at the desk, smiled and said, "Start tomorrow, you can go to the sixth block to report."
"How can I make a student with my skills," Zheng Shanhe froze at the arrangement of himself, and hurriedly said, "Let me have nothing to say in war, but teach people-"
"I didn't let you be a teacher, you are the vice principal. There is naturally a theory to worry about teaching," Jiang Chen waved his hand. "Your job is very simple, it is the ideological education of the students, and The military management of the Military Academy. "
Jiang Chenkou ’s theoretical schools naturally refer to those officers from the Pan-Asian Cooperation before the war and professors in military academies. It is difficult for these people to serve in the military government system, but it is no problem to play the remaining heat in the education system.
"Well, what is the principal?" Seeing Jiang Chen had no plans to change his mind, Zheng Shanhe smiled bitterly and accepted the arrangement.
Although it is not Zheng Shanhe ’s ambition to leave the army for education, for him as the captain of the guard, the marshal ’s order is absolute.
"Principal Zheng? Is this still a question?" Jiang Chen smiled and pointed at himself in the surprised sight of Zheng Shanhe, "Of course it is me."
Such a key position, of course, has to be in your hands. Even if he doesn't do anything, the work is thrown to the vice principal and the deans of various departments and departments. His marshal must also put a name on the principal's seat. After all, this is the training ground for the future NAC military government, and it is self-evident to the influence of the entire NAC officer system.
Even if you do n’t consider these, half of the entire NAC officer system will be a student of someone from Jiang, and it ’s amazing to speak out.
After learning that Jiang Chen himself served as the principal of this military school, the only reluctance in Zheng Shanhe ’s heart disappeared, and his right fist thumped his chest toward Jiang Chen for a military salute. Left the marshal's office.
Although he left the military system with some regrets, at least he was not marginalized.
It can be seen from the selection of the principal that the Marshal attaches great importance to this military school. Even though the position of the vice-principal made him have many regrets, but the future work is outstanding, there are still plenty of opportunities for promotion.
It was just that Zheng Shanhe didn't realize how painful it was to work for a shopkeeper.
After he officially takes office, he will find that the so-called principal gave a speech at the opening ceremony. As for how the whole school is operated and what to do about the school, those talkative professors should How to balance it ... These troublesome things that should belong to the principal are all pressed on the shoulder of the vice principal.
Of course, these are just words.
......
"It's November in the blink of an eye." Lying on the bed, hugging the hot body in his arms, Jiang Chen looked at the bright sky outside the window and couldn't help feeling softly.
I remember when I came to the end of September, and unconsciously, almost two months passed.
Jiang Chen, who has just been free from his busy schedule, has no real sense of time.
"Yeah, it's been so long since you came back, you didn't stay at home for a few days at all." The hair gently covered the cheeks. Red, Sun Jiao lying on Jiang Chen's chest, on his shoulders Gently bit her mouth and complained in a low voice, "Will you leave in a few days?"
"Did I say that?" Jiang Chen smiled and touched Sun Jiao's hair. "What's more, Lin Ling's research there will soon be fruitful. I will take you there." /
"What about here?" Sun Jiao asked Jiang Chen while looking at Jiang Chen.
Yeah, what about here?
Jiang Chen was lost in thought.
He really has n’t thought about it.
If you can take your loved ones to another world, does this world really need to exist for him? The technologies that can be excavated are almost the same. They have inherited the current life of the Gaia civilization and the future development potential is only a lot more than this world. Even if there are still undiscovered technologies supported by advanced scientific theories, it is only a matter of time before they are independently developed.
But it ’s a pity if you just leave it alone ...
"Don't think about it yet?" Looking closely at Jiang Chen's face, Sun Jiao's mouth twitched a smile.
This is her favorite expression.
In her perspective, Jiang Chen when thinking has a special appeal.
"En." Jiang Chen sighed and said with a smile, "I didn't think about it, or would you help me give birth to an heir? I pass him the position of Marshal?"
"Want to make my sister pregnant?" Sun Jiao raised his eyebrows and gently hooked Jiang Chen's chin with his index finger. "Then you have to work hard."
The birds on the branches outside the window dispersed, leaving a swaying branch.
The wheezing interrupted the soft whisper of love, and the dripping fragrance. Khan and Chenlu soaked the sheets together.
Maybe they were quarreled by the small movements of the two, and Xiaorou, who was asleep at the side, moved her cocky nose, unconsciously sipping those little colorful mouths, curled up in the quilt Jiao's body turned slightly.
No matter how she looks or moves, she looks like her sister.
Maybe, at this time, she is also having a good dream.