Release that Witch Chapter 25: Team militia

"This is the person you recruited?" Roland looked at the rags in front of them, and bottom of heart floated his urge to leave.

"His Royal Highness, this is filtered according to your requirements," Carter said with a finger, "Male, non-criminal, over 18 years old, under 40 years old, and no physical defects ... I checked carefully Yes. "

Well, he knew he couldn't expect too much. After all, the world ’s productivity is so low, it ’s difficult to eat enough, and it ’s almost normal to dress. The treatment of a prince made him ignore this point. As long as he walked out of the castle, he could see everywhere without clothing and begging. In fact, even the Kingdom Capital Greycastle, there will be corpse people such occupations exist -- what they do is to drag the hungry puppets down the street every day to cremate.

So what is the fighting mode in this world? Roland closed his eyes and thought about it again, Yeah ... probably a little more advanced than rogue brawls. Generally, when the feudal lord decides to initiate a war (or -- Roland does not think that this kind of battle can be related to the word war at the time of the fight), it will convene the sub-sector noble in his jurisdiction, and sub-sector noble to convene their respective territories Lower-level noble, such as Duke summons Earl, Earl summons the baron, baron, and so on.

Most of these nobles have a group of Knight and mercenaries as their personal strength. They are the main force of the battle, complete basic armor, and good weapon. At the same time, they will also call for civilians and farmers on the territory to cooperate in combat. -- is actually delivering grain to the troops and rushing on the front line when cannon fodder is needed to fill the pit. The most serious casualties in the battle are these cannon fodder. In the battle between noble, as long as they did not die on the battlefield, caught will usually go back to deal with it in exchange for ransom.

Roland naturally does not expect the Border Town noble to fight for him. In fact, they have nothing to do with Border Town. Most of them are barons sealed by Longsong Stronghold feudal lord, and the territory is also under the jurisdiction of stronghold.

An army of civilians is an imaginative thing in this era. They are stupid, can't understand document/secretary, can't understand orders, and haven't been trained in professional combat. How can they be compared to Knight who has been practicing swords since the age of ten?

Carter approached Roland and whispered, "Your Highness, this is not possible at all. Look at them. Which one can hold the sword? When I meet Evil Beast, I'm afraid it will fall apart, and it will affect the line of defense. Stable. I suggest hiring professional mercenaries from Willow Town or elsewhere to guard the walls, these people will keep doing some chores.

"No, I'll use them," Roland refused. He did not have any good opinion of the mercenary who worked for money. Besides, he formed an army not only to deal with Evil Beast --. Throughout history, a strong and vital team must come from the people, whether it is a feudal army, modern army It is the modern army that has verified this law numerous times.

"Well, you have the final say," Knight shrugged, "then I will start training them how to hold the sword tomorrow? Although it may not be very useful ..."

"Use swords? No, you first take them to line up and run --." Roland suddenly thought that these training content may not have been experienced by Chief Knight, so he changed his words, "You called the hunter you were looking for last time, you Let's see how I do it together. "

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Van'er may be more incredible today than it was 20 years ago.

He actually saw His Royal Highness Fourth Prince -- Roland Wimbledon up close. He passed by in front of him, and smiled at himself, my God, is the prince drunk?

Three days ago, when Fourth Prince gave a speech in the square, he knew that this winter will be different from the past. They will not go to Longsong Stronghold, but will spend a long cold winter here. Most of the princes said that he did not understand, but for this decision, he agreed with bottom of heart. The younger brother of Van'er died in the stronghold slum two years ago. There was no food supply for a whole month. He bought some black bread and shared it with his younger brother by relying on several copper plates earned from the unloading of dock. But it was too cold that winter, and wind was leaking in the slum shacks. I could n’t even maintain my body temperature by eating, and my brother did n’t wake up after getting sick.

At Border Town, he has at least one house made of earthen bricks, so there is no need to be afraid of heavy snowfall for several days. He also saw that the dock was full of wheat shipped from elsewhere and was moving into the castle in batches. Therefore, Van'er heard the news of Fourth Prince recruiting militia, and rushed over the first time.

Of course, he was tempted to give up his gravel work and immediately rushed to apply for the reason. There was a salary of up to 10 silver royal that month. This is comparable to a skilled Mud craftsmen! He is no longer young, and will wait until next spring when he plans to marry a maid in the tavern, Cheryl, to be his wife.

As for what the militia said on the notice, he didn't pay any attention. Anyway, it is not for those noble masters to carry things, or to fight the patrolmen, they will never let them climb the city wall to fight the crazy Evil Beast.

The screening process is quite strict. The gleaming armor of Knight made Van'er a little scared. Fortunately, he still passed the review with his strong body, and many skinny guys were kicked out of the team by adults Knight. In the end, there were only a hundred people left to job applicant.

But Van'er never expected that they were trained by His Highness the Prince themselves!

Passers are taken to the grass west of Border Town. Behind them is the city wall under construction, and in front of them is the continuous Hidden Forest.

The prince ordered everyone to stand in line and went to rest. Just after it rained a few days ago, the ground was still wet with mud, and the water was seeping into the soles along the seam of the shoe, making him feel uncomfortable. Not to mention that the stance required by the prince is not ordinary. Hands must be placed vertically on both sides of the thigh, and the back is required to be straight.

Van'er was tired after standing for a quarter of an hour, which was harder than breaking a stone with a sledgehammer. But he gritted his teeth and still tried to hold on. Because His Royal Highness had said before, whoever moved would lose one egg for lunch. God, he hasn't tasted eggs for a long time. Obviously, the people around me also think so, despite shaking, most people persist.

It wasn't until the prince announced that he was resting on the spot, Van'er didn't find himself sweating, and the whole standing time was not long, at most two quarters. Those who didn't persist until the end were annoyed, as if they saw the plump eggs going away from them.

It's just that Van'er doesn't know much, what's the use of doing this? Can I just carry more bags of dry food while standing?

If it weren't for Esteemed's His Highness the Prince training them, he would have been upset.

Unexpectedly, after a short rest, His Highness's second order was even more weird. He asked everyone to continue to stand in line. This time, if no one moved, add an egg at lunch. As long as one person gives up, everyone loses the opportunity to add new eggs.

Van'er heard a swallowing sound.

Hell, is this a popular game among the noble class in the kingdom? He is not a stupid donkey with a carrot hanging around him!

...... But just in case, if everyone can do it, wouldn't there be two eggs to eat later?

It is the temptation of Devil. Van'er wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.