"Your Royal Highness, what are you doing?" Carter had thought that Prince Roland was just arbitrary, but now he thought that he was being whimsical.
When it came to training a soldier, the Chief Knight felt that no one was more professional than him. His family had a complete training method. From the age of ten to fifteen, it only took five years for a soldier to be proficient in all kinds of weapons. If he had another five years, he would be a Knight who was familiar with the etiquette of the upper class – of course, the trainee must not be a civilian.
Look at these idiots, they only have food in their eyes! Moreover … eggs are very expensive, okay!
Roland picked his ears and said, "Just watch. Remember, the training in the next few days should also be carried out according to this method. Of course, there will be some changes in the details, and I will list them one by one on the paper. "
In the era of cold weapons, a group of qualified soldiers could be trained in two or three months? Roland did not have this idea at all, and he did not need Spartan warriors who could tear beasts with only underpants. The individual fighting power of the army could not be strong, but they must be disciplined and strictly executed.
Most of the time, the strength of a team was greater than that of an individual, which was determined by the social attribute of people. To achieve this quickly, it was probably a good choice to use the military training method and improve it according to the current environment. From his personal experience, it only took him half a month to integrate students from all over the country into a whole, no matter what the process was, the effect was still very obvious.
When this group of people thoroughly understood what discipline was, Roland could carry out the next step of the plan.
Van'er finally did not get the second egg.
This time, the time for standing was twice as long as the previous time, until someone's legs became weak and he could not help but shake from side to side.
At this time, Prince Roland announced a rest and ordered the attendants to serve lunch. This successfully diverted people's anger towards the offenders to the food, but it also made Van'er suspect that His Royal Highness did not intend to let them get the second reward.
The lunch was packed in four large pots and dragged by several carriages to the outside of the town. In addition to food, the carriages also carried many wooden pots and spoons.
When Van'er licked his lips and was ready to rush up, 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 their cutlery. Anyone who disturbed the order would be forced to be the last to receive their food.
The crowd squeezed into four lines. He was lucky enough to be at the front of the outermost line. Of course, there were also people who expressed strong dissatisfaction with this, and there was a commotion among the team. Soon, the Knight and a few guards rushed into the crowd and chased the troublemakers out.
Van'er glanced at the leader of the troublemakers, "Crazy Fist", the most aggressive man in the town. Usually, he relied on his brute strength to stir up trouble everywhere, but now, he had to obediently squat to the side with a sword pointed at him. Look at his pitiful appearance!
He felt that he had figured out His Highness' preferences.
That was uniformity.
They had to stand in a straight line. They also had to line up for meals. The order could not be interrupted... Van'er had heard from a knowledgeable businessman in a big town that some nobles had a strange hobby, which was to put everything in order. If there was anything wrong, they would force themselves to tidy it up.
In Van'er's mind, this kind of person was purely idle and had nothing to do, so they deliberately looked for some trouble to torment themselves.
He didn't expect His Royal Highness to be such a person.
When the lid of the earthen jar was opened, Van'er smelled a strong aroma.
He was almost intoxicated by the fragrant aroma. There was a commotion in the crowd, and at the same time, the roar of His Excellency the Knight came from the front. "I probably have to line up again," he thought.
Sure enough, Prince Roland asked everyone to line up to receive their food in the same order as when they got the wooden basin and spoon.
Although everyone swallowed their saliva and their stomachs were growling, in view of Crazy Fist's example, everyone still lined up obediently.
The earthen jar was filled with hot wheat porridge. Van'er was surprised to find that there was jerky in the porridge! Although there was only a thin piece of jerky in the wooden basin, it was still meat! After scooping the porridge, he also got an extra egg as he wished.
Van'er almost wolfed down his lunch, and even licked the bottom of the basin. He didn't even have time to bite the egg, and directly swallowed it into his stomach. Because he ate too fast, he accidentally scalded his tongue.
Putting down the wooden basin, Van'er patted his stomach and burped. He hadn't enjoyed such delicious food for a long time. What was even more incredible was that he actually felt full. The sweetness of the meat porridge was like heaven and earth compared to the black bread. He even thought, if he could eat such food every day, even if he had to fight against demonic beasts in the front line, it wouldn't matter.
After eating, there was a long rest time. Everyone was brought back to the city wall and walked all the way to the camp where the patrols lived in the town. A burly alien man came out from the team and began to teach them how to set up tents.
Van'er knew him — there were few people who lived in the old street who didn't know Iron Axe. His superb archery made even the most experienced old hunter in the town gasp in amazement. Wait, Iron Axe was now working for Prince Roland? It seemed that he had seen him staying with the Knight before. Van'er frowned. What was His Highness thinking? He was a Sandman.
"Are you really going to appoint a Sandman as the captain?" Carter had the same question, "He doesn't belong to Graycastle, and he doesn't even belong to the mainland kingdom."
"Witches don't belong to Graycastle either," Roland said disapprovingly, "But they all belong to Border Town. Besides, aren't you here to look after them? "
"But, Your Highness …"
"Don't worry," Roland patted the Knight's shoulder, "Border Town doesn't care about their origin. As long as they don't violate the laws of the kingdom, they are still my people. If you are really worried, you can choose two more outstanding captains. Anyway, the number of people in this team will expand in the future, so it's not bad to train a few more people with potential. By the way, I have already written the training regulations. Compared to the Sandmen, I think it's better for you to pay more attention to this. "
Carter took the parchment scroll from Roland's hand and read it from beginning to end. He was suddenly dumbfounded. These training contents were simply unheard of – for example, taking everyone to run laps around Border Town in the afternoon, from 2 o 'clock in the afternoon until the sun went down. The regulations emphasized that everyone had to complete this task, and they were allowed to help each other. If no one gave up, an extra egg would be added to the dinner. Another example was to blow the whistle at night when the wolves passed, so that everyone could put on their clothes and gather in the shortest time possible. With this kind of tossing and turning, I'm afraid the team will disperse in a few days.
If the first few rules were slightly understandable, the last one made Carter completely confused.
"Every day after dinner, everyone will go to Mr. Carr's academy to receive cultural training. "
"Your Highness … What do you mean by cultural training? Are you going to teach them to read and write? "
"I hope so, but the time is too short. At most, I can only teach them some simple words and numbers, so that they can read and write commands. I will personally explain this to Carr, you just need to take them there. "
"But, why do you want to do this? This is of no help in the fight against the demonic beasts! "
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