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Infantry Tactics [Wednesday Second Period]
"The key to any battle, and this is true of non-infantry units as well as infantry, is maneuverability. This is especially true in the long term. While new weapons or equipment or numerical superiority might give you an advantage one day, eventually your enemy will find a way to counter those, putting you back on roughly even footing. And thus maneuver reigns supreme again."
Max stood with his hands behind his back, at a rather impressive imitation of proper parade ground stance. His head swiveled back and forth, eyes narrowed as he looked to make sure everyone was paying attention. "Superior maneuverability allows you to ensure that your forces always occupy the best terrain, that you only engage the enemy when and where you choose, and that you can make effective use of any new intelligence you develop in the field."
His grin was probably not all that reassuring. "And when it comes to the infantry, maneuverability can be boiled down to a single attribute. Endurance."
And with that the room shifted to become a beautiful countryside. Complete with some impressively rolling hills. Also, there was now a stack of large backpacks at Max's feet, one for each student. "Each of these packs contains seventy pounds of gear," he explained. "Last week we ended things with an easy run. This week you will learn what sort of endurance it takes for an infantry unit to be truly maneuverable. You have five minutes to get your packs on and secured. I strongly recommend that you get someone else to help you secure your straps and make sure they are tight but comfortable." Because Max intended for today to be difficult.
"Oh. And you, and you," he pointed at Anemone and Inoassuming they were there. "I need to talk to you."
With that Max shrugged into his own pack, which was even bigger than the ones he'd picked out for the students. He was grinning unpleasantly because, truth be told, he was just enough of a sadist to be a good drill instructor. He was going to push them hard today. Might as well see who could tough things out early on.
Max stood with his hands behind his back, at a rather impressive imitation of proper parade ground stance. His head swiveled back and forth, eyes narrowed as he looked to make sure everyone was paying attention. "Superior maneuverability allows you to ensure that your forces always occupy the best terrain, that you only engage the enemy when and where you choose, and that you can make effective use of any new intelligence you develop in the field."
His grin was probably not all that reassuring. "And when it comes to the infantry, maneuverability can be boiled down to a single attribute. Endurance."
And with that the room shifted to become a beautiful countryside. Complete with some impressively rolling hills. Also, there was now a stack of large backpacks at Max's feet, one for each student. "Each of these packs contains seventy pounds of gear," he explained. "Last week we ended things with an easy run. This week you will learn what sort of endurance it takes for an infantry unit to be truly maneuverable. You have five minutes to get your packs on and secured. I strongly recommend that you get someone else to help you secure your straps and make sure they are tight but comfortable." Because Max intended for today to be difficult.
"Oh. And you, and you," he pointed at Anemone and Ino
With that Max shrugged into his own pack, which was even bigger than the ones he'd picked out for the students. He was grinning unpleasantly because, truth be told, he was just enough of a sadist to be a good drill instructor. He was going to push them hard today. Might as well see who could tough things out early on.