Release that Witch

Chapter 26: historical experience

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"His Royal Highness, what are you doing?" Carter thought that the fourth prince was just a little arbitrary, but now it has become a whim.

When it comes to training a warrior, the chief knight feels that no one is more professional than himself. His family has a complete set of training methods, from the age of ten to fifteen, and in just five years, he can cultivate a warrior who is proficient in various weapons. If you add another five years, it will be a knight who is familiar with the etiquette of the upper class - of course, the premise is that the trainee must not be a commoner.

Look at this group of idiots, there is only food in their eyes! And... eggs are very expensive, okay

Roland licked his ears, "Just watch it, remember, the training in the next few days will also be carried out according to this. Of course, there will be some changes in details, and I will list them one by one on the paper."

In the era of cold weapons, training a group of qualified soldiers in two or three months? Roland had no idea in this regard at all, and he didn't need the kind of Spartan warrior who could tear beasts with his hands in underpants. The individual combat effectiveness of the army may not be strong, but it must be strictly disciplined and prohibited.

The strength of the team is more than that of the individual most of the time, which is determined by the social attributes of people. If you want to do this quickly, it is probably a good choice to move the military training set over and improve it according to the current environment. According to his personal experience, students from all over the country can be fused into a whole in just half a month. No matter what the process is, the effect is still obvious.

After this group of people fully understand what discipline is, Roland can implement the next step.

Vanner ended up missing the second egg.

This time, the standing time was more than twice as long as the previous one, and it didn't end until someone's legs and feet became weak and couldn't help shaking from side to side.

At this time, the fourth prince announced the rest of the whole group and ordered the attendants to distribute lunch. This move succeeded in diverting everyone's anger at the offenders to the food, but it also made Vanner suspect that His Royal Highness might not even intend for them to get the second reward.

Lunch was brought out of town in four large terracotta jars by carriages. In addition to food, the car also contained many tubs and spoons.

When Fanner licked his lips and prepared to rush forward, the chief knight stopped in front of everyone.

His Royal Highness ordered everyone to line up in four columns and come up one by one to receive the tableware. Anyone who disturbs the order will be forced to be the last to distribute the food.

The crowd crowded out of the four lines, and he was very lucky to be at the front of the outermost column. Of course, some people expressed strong dissatisfaction with this, and there was a slap in the team. Soon the knight and several guards burst into the crowd and drove the troublemakers out.

Fool, Fanner glanced at the troublemaker, the most aggressive "Crazy Fist" in town. Usually relying on brute force to cause trouble everywhere, but now he is obediently squatting aside with a sword against it. Look at his pitiful appearance!

He felt that he had probably figured out His Royal Highness's preferences.

That is uniformity.

The line must stand straight, the line must be in one line, and the order must not be interrupted... Fanner once heard a well-informed businessman in a large town say that some nobles have a strange hobby, that is, everything must be It is well placed, and if there is anything wrong with it, I will force myself to sort it out.

In Fanner's consciousness, this kind of person is simply bored and has nothing to do, and even deliberately finds some trouble to torment himself.

Unexpectedly, His Royal Highness is also such a person.

When the lid of the jar was lifted, Fanner smelled a strong fragrance.

The seductive smell scattered around made him almost intoxicated, there was a restlessness in the crowd, and the roar of the knight came from the front at the same time. Probably waiting in line again, he thought.

Sure enough, the fourth prince asked everyone to line up to receive the food in the order in which they took the tub and spoon.

Although everyone was swallowing saliva and their stomachs were rumbling, but due to Mad Fist's example, everyone still lined up honestly.

The pot is filled with hot wheat porridge. Fanner was surprised to find that there was jerky in the porridge! Although only a thin piece was dug into the tub, it was also meat! After serving the porridge, he also got an extra egg as he wished.

Fanner almost devoured his lunch, even licking the bottom of the basin. The egg didn't even have time to bite, and it was swallowed directly into the stomach. He accidentally scalded his tongue because he ate too fast.

Putting down the tub, Vanner patted his stomach and burped. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed such delicious food. And what's even more incredible is that he actually felt full. The sweetness of meat porridge is completely heaven and earth compared to black bread. He even thought, if he could eat this kind of food every day, how would he fight against evil beasts on the front line

After eating, there was a long rest period. Everyone was taken back to the city walls and walked all the way to the camp where the patrolmen lived in the town. A burly interracial man came out of the team and began to teach everyone how to set up a tent.

Fanner knew him—few people in Lao Cai didn't know Iron Axe. His mastery of archery amazes even the most seasoned old hunter in town. Wait, Iron Axe is now working for the Fourth Prince? It seemed that he had been seen by the knight's side before. Fanner frowned, what was His Highness thinking? He is a sandman.

"Are you really planning to appoint a Sandman to be the captain?" Carter had the same question. "He doesn't belong to Greycastle, or even the mainland kingdom."

"Witches don't belong to Greycastle either," Roland said disapprovingly, "but they all belong to Border Town. Besides, aren't you here to watch?"

"But, Your Highness..."

"Don't worry," Roland patted the knight's shoulder, "Border Town doesn't care about their background. As long as they don't violate the laws of the kingdom, they are still my subjects. If you're really worried, you can pick two more outstanding ones. Captain, anyway, the number of this team will expand in the future, and it would be good to train a few more potential ones now. By the way, I have already written the training regulations. Compared with the sand people, I think it is better for you to pay more attention to this. "

Carter took the parchment roll in Roland's hand and swept it from beginning to end, suddenly dumbfounded. These workouts are unheard of—like running laps around Frontier Town in the afternoon, from deer hour (2:00 pm) until the sun goes down. The regulations emphasize that everyone must complete this task, and mutual assistance is allowed on the way. If no one gives up, an egg will be added to the dinner. Another example is to blow the assembly whistle immediately after waiting for the wolf time at night, so that everyone can get dressed and assembled as soon as possible. After such a tossing, I am afraid that the team will be scattered in a few days.

If the first few are still a little understandable, the last one completely confused Carter.

"Every day after dinner, the whole group goes to Mr. Carr's academy for cultural training."

"His Royal Highness... What do you mean by cultural training? Could it be that you have to teach them to read and read?"

"I hope so, but the time is too short. At most, it is enough to teach some simple words and numbers, and to be able to read and write commands. I will explain this part to Carl personally, you just need to take them there. "

"But, why are you doing this? These are not helpful in fighting the evil beasts!"

"Who said that?" Roland yawned, "A team that is good at fighting must be a team with culture. This is the experience summed up by history."