Outside Icestone City, the sound of horse hooves rumbled.
The sound of bowstrings rang out continuously, accompanied by the scolding of the officers.
"Posture, posture! Don't just focus on aiming, pay attention to maintaining your posture on the horse! "
"Tom! I'm talking about you, damn it! Is your waist broken? "
"And you, Jerry …"
…
"Looks good, they're starting to look good." Colin watched the scene of his first batch of cavalry training from afar and was in a good mood.
"They're only starting to look good, they're still far from it." The Knight of Charles was clearly still dissatisfied.
Colin laughed, "They're new recruits after all, you can't use the Black Cavalry's standards to judge them. I'm already very satisfied that they've become like this in just a month, you guys did well! "
"You flatter us! This is mainly due to your support. "
The Knight of Charles' words weren't completely flattery.
Colin's support for this cavalry was indeed unreserved, giving them people, money, and equipment.
He spent the huge sum of money he had just borrowed like flowing water, as if he had no concept of saving.
Steward Eamon watched with trepidation, occasionally trying to persuade him.
But Colin still did things his way.
In his opinion, only the money that was spent could have real value.
And, just as a famous entrepreneur once said —
The money wasn't really spent, it was just used to stay by your side in another way.
In the past, Colin had scoffed at this saying, but now, looking at this batch of cavalry flying past in front of him, he deeply agreed.
"Is there a problem with the source of soldiers? I see that you've only recruited about three hundred people. " After Colin received the huge loan, he increased the size of the cavalry from one hundred to one thousand.
"Sir Viscounts, the first batch of recruits shouldn't be too large, the training effect will greatly decrease if there are too many people."
"Alright, as long as you know what to do."
Colin didn't interfere too much with the training of the Knight of Charles, he knew that professional matters should be left to professionals.
He really didn't know anything about cavalry training.
However, Knight Charles, who was from the Black Cavalry, was an expert in this field.
"A few days ago, the Knight of Rego told me that you stole many of his high-quality recruits?"
Just as Knight Charles was about to explain, Colin waved his hand and continued.
"Don't be nervous. I'm not blaming you. I've already made it clear that the cavalry has priority when it comes to recruiting new soldiers. I'm just wondering why you didn't pick on Legg's veterans, but went to snatch the recruits from him. "
"Lord Viscounts, although the soldiers under the Knight of Rego are indeed very good, strong, and highly trained, they are still infantry after all. They are used to fighting on foot, and many of their tactical movements have already been formed. They are not particularly suitable to be cavalry."
"What about the recruits? What kind of recruit is worth fighting over with Legg? "
"A captive who escaped from the Sky Ice Field?"
"Captive?"
"Yes, a batch of captives that the trolls took away when they invaded the Northern Frontier a few months ago. Later, when Marquis García led his army to catch up with the trolls, these fifty thousand captives were abandoned on the ice field by the trolls. During this period of time, many captives have successfully returned alive. "
Colin finally understood why these escaped captives were fought over by both Legg and Charles at the same time.
Because these people were the true warriors who had been through layers and layers of harsh selection!
First, the trolls did the first round of selection.
When they took captives, they definitely didn't choose the old, weak, or sick, but the young and strong. This way, they could be used as labor.
The second round of selection began when these captives were abandoned on the ice field by the trolls.
This was an even more cruel and severe round of selection.
This didn't only require a strong body, but also a certain amount of intelligence and courage to be able to survive in the harsh cold and hunger.
After all, when the trolls abandoned them, they didn't leave any food for them.
Therefore, the only way for these captives to obtain food was through hunting.
However, there weren't many wild animals on the ice field. If these fifty thousand people gathered together, then even if they caught all the animals in the sky and on the ground, it wouldn't be enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.
Therefore, the smart ones had to make a choice at this time.
Following the main group seemed safe, but in reality, it was just waiting for death.
Only by forming small groups and staying away from the main group could they obtain enough food to fill their stomachs through hunting.
In reality, from the looks of the captive groups that had arrived in Icestone City these days, they were all small groups of less than a hundred people.
Those with more people would probably have starved to death on the ice field long ago.
Those with fewer people would be in danger when they encountered ferocious wild beasts.
Therefore, these captives who had successfully escaped from the ice field naturally became delicious cakes in the eyes of Charles and Legg.
This was especially true for the core members of each small team. They were the seeds of elite soldiers who possessed excellent decision-making ability and excellent organizational skills.
Therefore, when the Knight of Rego relied on Colin's promise to recruit these captives into the cavalry group, the knight of Rego couldn't help but complain to Colin.
It couldn't be helped, this large knight was just too greedy.
But no matter how greedy he was, Colin wouldn't change his strategy.
Cavalry was always the military branch that he was determined to develop first.
In this era of cold weapons, the deterrence of a strong cavalry group was too terrifying.
Especially in places like the Northern Frontier and the Sky Ice Field, which were mostly plains.
Unless the infantry hid in the city and didn't come out, the cavalry would always be the ruler of the battlefield.
… …
After inspecting the cavalry's training, Colin also ran to the infantry's training field to take a look. After all, he couldn't be too biased.
After receiving a huge loan, Colin had increased the size of the infantry from the original one thousand to three thousand.
Currently, this number wasn't full yet, only about half of them had been recruited.
According to the Moben brothers' estimates, they should be full in a month. Then, after three months of training, they would have a basic combat ability.
Although they weren't considered elites, they could still go to the battlefield.
After the baptism of a few more battles, those who survived would be elites.
The formation of the infantry was fast. In comparison, the cavalry was too slow.
According to Charles' estimates, it would take at least a year for the cavalry to reach a level where they could barely go to the battlefield.
This was all thanks to Charles and the other outstanding instructors from the Black Guards. If it were Colin, he might not be able to succeed even after three to five years of tinkering.
When inspecting the infantry, Colin also saw the gloomy Knight of Rego.
This large knight had a bad temper recently. Whenever he had time, he would drag the recruits to the forest in the suburbs for training.
Of course, Colin knew that this guy was using the training as an excuse to get the recruits to help him search for the mysterious knight who had ambushed him.
However, the Knight of Rego was destined to not be able to take revenge.
The blood slave Cynthia was usually hidden in the basement of the Red Castle by Colin.
After borrowing blood from the Knight of Rego twice, Colin had successfully advanced to level 3.
If outsiders knew about this speed, they would probably call Colin a genius.
After inspecting the infantry's training, Colin returned to the Red Castle.
After drinking a cup of deer blood wine, he took an afternoon nap.
Colin's days as a hands-off boss were very comfortable.
However, his leisurely time was soon interrupted.
Butler Eamon hurried over and reported,
"Master, a team of Trolls has arrived on the icy plains."
"Trolls?" Colin's heart tightened. "How many of them are there?"
"About a hundred of them. They claim to be messengers heading to Chilly Winter. They are passing by Icestone City and wish to meet you."
"Messengers?" Colin heaved a sigh of relief.
Colin thought for a moment with his chin in his hand before nodding.
"Alright, then I'll meet the Trolls' messengers."
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