Chapter 451： Principal took office three

After attending the simple banquet set up by the mayor, Makarov and his wife settled down in the residence provided by the town government.

The next day, the couple got up early.

The wives were to be prepared to entertain the wives of the other dignitaries of town who came to visit—as I said before, those who are in charge of education now have a high social status everywhere.

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

In the morning, he came to the new school, which is a boxy and large area located in the southeast of Beiwang Town, surrounded by red brick walls, with a two-story building and a warehouse inside.

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

The school's only three teachers greeted him at the school gate.

"Hi, Principal Makarov, I'm Franno Deco, I'm the Chinese teacher of our school. These two are Mr. Curry Hawley, the mathematics teacher, and Fili Abdo, the other Chinese teacher. Lady La."

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

"Hard work everyone! Thank you for your work all the time."

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

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

"Everyone, since there is only one math teacher here, I will also serve as a part-time math teacher to relieve Teacher Hawley's work pressure."

Cory Hawley thanked him.

Mark Love waved his hand and continued: "In addition, I will also be the teacher of the ideological and political class."

"Ideological and political class?"

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

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

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

"Now, Mr. Deco and Hawley, 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 every classroom."

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

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

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

Now, an oil painting hangs above the blackboard.

To be precise, it was a bust.

Feli Abdullah quietly asked Franno Deco: "Mr. Deco, the painting on it... seems to be the lord, I should not be mistaken."

Teacher Deke nodded: "You are not mistaken, I confirmed with Principal Makarov that it is Mr Graham."

"But..." Feili covered her mouth and said in a low voice, "If I remember correctly, Master Graham 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, and his painting style is almost the same as that of the young and immature earl in reality.

"Cough! Artistic processing, artistic processing."

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

loyalty!

"Now!"

Makarov used the same voice that he shouted when he was training in the army, and everyone in the room held their breath.

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

Makarov transferred to an education position with a special task. Like him, the transferred soldiers who entered the education industry all have this special task, that is, to regard "loyalty to Paul Greiman" as a firm Faith is imprinted on the minds of those growing children.

For this reason, before leaving the army, the instructors trained Makarov and others repeatedly. Before leaving, each of them sent a "Outline of Ideological and Political Education" for them to study carefully, as well as a bust of Earl Graman .

So far, Makarov, the former lieutenant platoon leader and now the principal of Beiwang Public School, has started a new life in Beiwang Town.

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

But a sudden news interrupted this calm.

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

"Lieutenant, Lieutenant, there is an emergency!"

Makarov put down his textbook, "What's the matter, don't rush, just speak slowly."

"Two loggers say wildlings have been found in the woods north of town."

"Savage?"

Makarov was surprised, isn't that a legendary thing?

"Are you sure you read correctly?"

"I'm sure I'm not mistaken. These two loggers are also loyal and reliable people, and they shouldn't be lying."

"And the wildling has a weapon in his hand."

"Are there weapons? How about the number?"

Makarov became cautious.

"Witnesses said there were at least ten people. Fearing that they would be discovered by the other party, they immediately fled back to the town to report, so we are not sure how many people there are in the end."

"Okay, you immediately gather two platoons of people, one platoon is responsible for guarding the intersections of the town, and the other platoon is led by the two of us to the north to search."

"Yes!" Khajiit gave a military salute, and hurried out to summon the men.

Students and teachers at the school were surprised to find that their new headmaster had changed into the uniform he wore in the army.

Soon a group of militiamen lined up on the school grounds - which also serves as a militia training ground. Most of them were armed with spears, some with swords and shields, and a few with longbows and quiveres.

Makarov hurried to the front of the team.

Kajit went out to report to himReport to the lieutenant, the first row of Beiwang Town militia should have 32 people, and there are actually 32 people! Please advise. "

"Yeah!" Makarov nodded, he was very satisfied with the gathering speed of the militiamen.

"I called everyone over today. I think Khajiit has told you to go search for wildlings in the forest north of the town. What we know so far is that there are at least ten people on the other side, and they are also equipped with metal weapons."

The militiamen were silent. No one asked questions or whispered to each other. Everyone had different expressions on their faces. Some were surprised, some were curious, and some were excited.

Makarov asked aloud: "So, now, does anyone have a question?"

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

"Okay! Let's go now!"

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

The militiamen walked in neat steps, trotted and left the school playground in a column.