My Name Is Jacques, a Militia Political Commissar, and I'm Studying Guerrilla Warfare Again

My name is Jacques. I'm twenty years old, and I'm a political commissar.

But now I'm a militia political commissar.

That day, I suddenly received a notice saying that large military formations were no longer suited to fighting in winter.

Small formations, on the other hand, were well suited to fighting—what they called mobile warfare and guerrilla warfare.

I happened to be one of the people selected, so I became a militia political commissar.

Grand Duke Lynn came to teach us in person. To be honest, he was young and handsome.

I'd heard all sorts of bad things about him, and plenty about how ruthless he was.

Actually, he was quite gentle, and his habits were impeccable.

He personally took us to the countryside and taught us how to talk with the villagers and earn their trust.

To be honest, I understood why Grand Duke Lynn was so disliked. He really did say shocking things, but there was a lot of truth in them.

For example, this was what he said.

"Farmers are actually the most conservative force. They're uneducated and stubborn. Listen, everyone: poor farmers are easier to mobilize than rich farmers, but the people even easier to mobilize than poor farmers are the landowners—in other words, the people around here who can afford an education. Some may be knights, like us nobles. Some may be clergy, and some may be commoners."

"But the easiest people to mobilize are actually workers, like blacksmiths and carpenters."

"When deciding who's easiest to mobilize, you have to look at who's had a good education. These educated people are one of our main groups to unite with."

"Then who's the first group we should unite with?"

"The people who were already in positions of authority: they have prestige of their own. Village chiefs!"