"Conscription!"
"Conscription!"
The annual Conscription Day was Bulgaria's most important holiday, jokingly called "Join-the-Army Festival" by the common folk.
Unfortunately, the world was at peace now, and the number of people conscripted each year had remained small. Without war, there were naturally no military achievements to be won.
For Bulgaria's younger generation, days like these were truly hard to "endure."
They could only look up at the glorious feats of their predecessors. They could not even set foot on a battlefield, so how could they possibly speak of surpassing them?
This was not conscription season. By custom, unless war had broken out or the government was preparing for one, no early recruitment would take place.
Burks was one of the men answering the call. He had already completed one term of military service, and as a veteran, he held a considerable advantage in this sudden recruitment drive.
He rushed to the notice board as fast as he could and carefully read the recruitment notice.
Before long, he was disappointed. This was not recruitment by the government, but the Kingdom of the Netherlands recruiting mercenaries in Bulgaria.
The Balkans were also famous as a land of mercenaries. Turn back the pages of history, and a few centuries ago, nearly all their forefathers had practiced this "promising" profession.
By this point, however, the word mercenary had rarely appeared before the public eye.
If the Bulgarian government had not recruited a million mercenaries during the World War, many people would likely have forgotten this familiar yet unfamiliar term.
If it had been the Bulgarian government recruiting soldiers, there would naturally have been long lines, with everyone dreaming of making their mark and building a career.
But becoming mercenaries for the Dutch was far less tempting. Though the recruiters had offered high pay