Release that Witch Chapter 26: History experience

"Her Highness, what are you doing?" Carter thought that Fourth Prince was just a bit arbitrary, but now it has become whimsical.

When it comes to training a warrior, Chief Knight feels that no one is more professional than himself. His family has a complete set of training methods. From ten to fifteen years old, he can train a fighter who is proficient in all kinds of weapon in only five years. If you add another five years, it will be Knight -- who is familiar with the upper etiquette, of course, provided that the trainees are not from civilian origin.

Look at the bunch of idiots in front of you, and you only have food in your eyes! And ... the eggs are expensive, OK?

Roland plucked his ears, "Just look at it. Remember, the training in the next few days will also be performed according to this. Of course, there will be some changes in details, I will list one by one on paper."

In the cold weapon era, a group of qualified soldiers were trained in two or three months? Roland doesn't have this idea at all, and he doesn't need the Spartan warrior who can tear the beast by wearing a pair of pants. The military individual Battle strength may not be strong, but it must be disciplined and prohibited.

Most of the time, the strength of the team exceeds the individual, which is determined by the social attributes of the person. 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, only half a month can fuse students from all over the country into a whole, regardless of the process, the effect is still obvious.

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

Van'er failed to eat the second egg.

This time the standing time was more than twice as long as the previous one. It was not until someone's legs and feet became soft and could not bear to shake left and right.

Fourth Prince just announced the general rest at this time, and ordered attendants to distribute lunch. This move successfully transferred everyone's anger to the offenders to the food, but also made Van'er suspect that His Highness the Prince might not have planned to get them a second reward at all.

Lunch was packed in four large earthenware tanks and dragged out of the town by several carriages. In addition to carrying food, the car also contained many tubs and spoons.

Van'er When licking his lips and rushing up, Chief Knight stopped in front of everyone.

His Highness the Prince ordered everyone to form four columns, one by one to collect tableware. Anyone who disturbed the order would be forced to distribute food last.

The crowd crowded out the four teams, he was very lucky, and he was in the front of the outermost column. Of course, some people expressed strong dissatisfaction with this, and there was a noise in the team. Soon Knight and several guards stormed into the crowd and drove out the troublemakers.

Fool, Van'er squints at the head of trouble, the best "crazy punch" in town. Usually relying on a brute force to cause trouble everywhere, but now people are squatting aside with a sword against obediently. Look at his poor appearance!

He thinks he has probably figured out the preference of His Highness the Prince.

That's uniform.

The standing team must stand straight, the line must be a line, the meal must be lined up, the order cannot be interrupted ... Van'er once heard the knowledgeable big town merchants said that some noble have a strange hobby, that is everything They must be put in order, and if there is nothing wrong with it, they will force themselves to organize.

In Van'er consciousness, this kind of person is purely boring, have nothing to do, and even deliberately find some trouble to toss himself.

I didn't expect His Highness the Prince to be the same person.

When the cover of the clay pot was removed, Van'er smelled a strong fragrance.

The tantalizing seductive taste made him almost intoxicated. There was a restlessness in the crowd, and the roar of Lord Knight came at the same time. I'm probably lining up again, he thought.

Sure enough, Fourth Prince requires everyone to queue up for food in the order they used to take the tub and spoon.

Although everyone was spitting and gu gu was screaming in the stomach, everyone was still standing in a long line in the light of the example of crazy boxing.

Hot steaming little wheat porridge is installed in the tile cylinder. Van'er was surprised to find that there was still jerky in the porridge! Although only a thin piece was dug into the tub, it was also meat! After serving the porridge, he also obtained an extra egg as expected.

Van'er almost ate up lunch, even licking the bottom of the basin. The eggs didn't even have time to bite, and they swallowed into the stomach directly. Because he ate too fast, he accidentally scalded his tongue.

Lowering the tub, Van'er patted his belly and took a nap. He hasn't enjoyed such delicious food for a long time. What's even more incredible is that he felt full. The sweetness of the meat porridge is completely heaven and earth compared to the black bread. He even thought, if you can eat such food every day, even if you are on the front line against Evil Beast?

After eating, there is a long rest period. Everyone is taken back to the city wall and walked all the way to the camp where the town patrolmen live. A burly foreigner man stepped out of the team and began teaching everyone how to set up a tent.

Van'er Few people who know him -- live in Old Street don't know Iron Axe. His exquisite Archery made the most experienced veteran hunters in town amazing. Wait, Iron Axe now works for Fourth Prince? Seems to have seen him stay with Knight before. Van'er frowned, what was His Highness thinking? He is Sandpeople.

"Do you really plan to appoint a Sandpeople as Captain?" Carter has the same question, "He does not belong to Greycastle, or even the Kingdom of the Mainland."

"witch does not belong to Greycastle," Roland disapproves. "But they all belong to Border Town. Besides, aren't you watching here?"

"But, Your Highness ..."

"Don't worry," Roland patted the shoulder of Knight, "Border Town doesn't care about origin. As long as they don't violate the laws of the kingdom, they will still be my citizen. If you are really not assured, you can pick two more outstanding ones. As Captain, the number of this team will be expanded anyway in the future, and it is good to train a few more now. By the way, I have already written the training regulations. Compared with Sandpeople, I think you are more concerned about this.

Carter took the sheepskin paper roll in the hands of Roland, scanned it from start to finish, and suddenly became dumbfounded. These training contents are unheard of. -- Take everyone around the Border Town lap in the afternoon, from deer time (2 pm) until the sun goes down. The regulations emphasize that everyone must complete this item, and they are allowed to assist each other on the way. If no one gives up, add an egg for dinner. Another example is the collection whistle immediately after waiting for the wolf at night, so that everyone can get dressed in the fastest time. I'm afraid that the team will be dispersed in a few days.

If the previous ones are still slightly understandable, the last one completely confuses Carter.

"After dinner every day, everyone will go to Mr. Karl's school for cultural training."

"His Highness ... The cultural training is What does it mean? Is it possible, do you still need 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 can read and write commands. I will explain to Karl personally in this part, you just need to take them over Just fine. "

"Yes, why do you want to do this? These are not helpful in fighting Evil Beast!"

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