Release that Witch - Chapter 25

[Chapter 25 The Militia]

“Is this the person you recruited?” Roland looked at the group of ragged civilians in front of him, and felt the urge to turn around and leave.

“Your Highness, this was screened according to your requirements,” Carter said, pointing his finger. “Male, non-criminal, over 18 years old, under 40 years old, and without physical defects… I checked carefully.”

Well, he knew he couldn’t expect too much.

After all, productivity in this world is so low, it is difficult to have enough food, and it is more normal to dress almost.

The treatment as a prince made him ignore this point. As long as he walked out of the castle, he could see refugees in scantily clad clothes who made a living by begging.

In fact, even Greycastle, the capital of the kingdom, has the profession of corpse collectors—what they do is to drag away the hungry people who died on the street every day and cremate them.

So what exactly is the combat mode in this world?

Roland closed his eyes and thought about it carefully, um… probably a little more advanced than gangsters fighting.

Generally speaking, when a lord decides to start a war (or fight – Roland doesn’t think that this kind of battle can be related to the word war at all), he will call the enfeoffment nobles in the territory under his jurisdiction, and the enfeoffment nobles will call their own The lower-level entrusted nobles in the territory, such as the duke summons the earl under him, the earl summons the viscount, baron, and so on.

Most of these nobles have a group of knights and mercenaries as their own personal forces. They are the main force in combat, with basic armor and excellent weapons.

At the same time, they will also recruit civilians and farmers on the territory to fight together-in fact, they will deliver food and grass to the troops, and rush to the front line when they need cannon fodder to fill pits.

The most casualties in the battle are these cannon fodder. In the battle between nobles, as long as they don’t die on the battlefield, they will usually be taken back and treated well in exchange for ransom.

Naturally, Roland would not expect the nobles in Border Town to help him fight. In fact, they have nothing to do with Border Town. Most of them are barons entrusted by the lord of Longsong Fortress, and their territories are also in the area under the jurisdiction of the fortress.

An army composed entirely of civilians is a very imaginative thing in this era.

They are ignorant, unable to read documents, unable to understand orders, and have no professional combat training. How can they compare with knights who have been practicing swords since they were ten years old?

Carter approached Roland and persuaded in a low voice, “Your Highness, this is not feasible in the first place. Look at them, which one can hold a sword? I am afraid they will disperse when encountering evil beasts, which will affect the stability of the defense line. I suggest hiring professional mercenaries from Liuye Town or other places to guard the city walls, and leave these people to do some chores.”

“No, I’ll just use them,” Roland refused.

He doesn’t have any good feelings for the group of mercenaries who do things for money. Besides, he didn’t just build an army to deal with evil beasts——Throughout history, the members of a strong and vital team must come from the people, whether it is feudal or The army, the modern army, and the modern army have all verified this rule countless times.

“Well, you have the final say,” the knight shrugged, “Then I will start training them how to hold a sword tomorrow? Although it may not be very useful…”

“Using a sword? No, you take them to line up and run first—” Roland suddenly thought that the chief knight might not have experienced these training contents himself, so he had to change his words, “Call the hunter you were looking for last time, you first Let’s see what I do.”

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****The unbelievable things experienced today may be more than the previous twenty years combined.

He actually saw the fourth prince of the Kingdom at close range—His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon.

He walked in front of him and smiled at himself, my God, is the prince drunk?

Three days ago, when the fourth prince gave a speech in the square, he knew that this winter would be different from the past. They would not go to Longsong Fortress, but would spend a long winter here.

He didn’t understand most of the reasons the prince said, but he agreed with this decision from the bottom of his heart.

****’s younger brother died in the slums of the fortress two years ago. There was no food supply for a whole month. He relied on the few copper coins he earned for unloading goods at the pier to buy some black bread to share with his younger brother.

But that winter was too cold, and there was wind leaking everywhere in the shacks in the slums. This kind of food could not even maintain the body temperature. My brother fell ill and fell into a coma and never woke up again.

In Border Town, he had at least one house made of earth bricks, so he didn’t need to be afraid of heavy snowfall for several days.

He also saw that the pier was full of wheat brought in from other places, and they were being moved into the castle in batches.

Therefore, when **** heard the news that the fourth prince was recruiting militiamen, she rushed over immediately.

Of course, the reason that tempted him to give up the gravel work and rush to apply immediately, and the salary of up to 10 silver wolves a month.

This is comparable to a skilled mason!

He is not young anymore, and next spring, he plans to marry the tavern maid Sheryl as his wife, so what if he doesn’t save more money now.

As for what the militiaman should do in the notice, he didn’t pay attention at all.

Anyway, they were either carrying things for those noble lords, or they were helping the patrol soldiers. They would not be allowed to climb the city wall to fight against the crazy evil beasts.

The screening process was quite strict, and the eyes of the knight in shining armor made **** a little scared.

Fortunately, his relatively strong body passed the inspection, and many skinny guys were picked out of the team by Lord Cavaliers.

In the end, there were only about a hundred applicants left.

But **** never expected that it was His Royal Highness the Prince himself who trained them!

Those who passed were brought to the grassland west of Border Town. Behind them was the city wall under construction, and in front of them was the endless Misty Forest.

The prince ordered everyone to stand in line, and then went to the side to rest.

It had just rained a few days ago, and the ground was still wet with mud. The accumulated water seeped into the soles of his feet along the seams of his shoes, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

Not to mention that the standing posture requested by the prince is not normal, UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com The hands must be vertically attached to the sides of the thighs, and the back must be straight.

**** felt exhausted after standing for a quarter of an hour, which was harder than breaking stones with a sledgehammer.

But he gritted his teeth and persisted.

Because His Highness said before, whoever moves will lose an egg for lunch.

Gosh, it’s been ages since he tasted eggs.

Apparently those around thought so too, and despite the faltering, most persevered.

It wasn’t until the prince announced to rest on the spot that **** realized that he was already sweating, and the whole standing time was not long, at most two quarters of an hour.

Those who didn’t make it to the end were very annoyed, as if they saw the round eggs moving away from them.

It’s just that **** don’t understand, what’s the use of them practicing this?

Can I carry more bags of dry food just by standing?

If it wasn’t for His Royal Highness the Prince to train them, he would have yelled a long time ago.

Unexpectedly, after a short rest, the second order announced by His Highness was even more weird.

He asked everyone to continue to stand in line. This time, if no one moved, an egg would be added for lunch.

As long as one person gives up, everyone will lose the opportunity to add eggs.

**** Heard a slobbering sound.

Hell, is this a popular trick among the aristocracy of the kingdom?

Throwing everyone around with a carrot stick, he’s no stupid donkey!

…But if, if everyone can do it, wouldn’t there be two eggs to eat later?

It was the temptation of the devil, **** wiped the saliva overflowing from the corner of his mouth, for the eggs, he fought!

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