Release that Witch - Chapter 26

[Chapter 26: Lessons From History]

“Your Highness, what are you doing?” Carter thought that the fourth prince was just acting arbitrarily, but now it has become whimsical.

When it comes to how to train a warrior, the chief knight feels that no one is more professional than himself.

His family has a complete set of training methods, from the age of ten to fifteen, it takes only five years to train a warrior who is proficient in various weapons.

If you add another five years, you will be a knight who is familiar with the etiquette of the upper class—of course, the premise is that the trainee must not be a commoner.

Look at this group of idiots in front of them, they only have food in their eyes!

And… eggs are expensive, okay?

Roland picked out his ears, “Just watch it. Remember, the training in the next few days will also be carried out according to this. Of course there will be some changes in details, and I will list them all on paper.”

In the era of cold weapons, can a group of qualified fighters be trained in two or three months?

Roland didn’t have any thoughts about this at all, and he didn’t need the kind of Spartan warrior who could tear apart beasts with his pants on.

The individual combat effectiveness of the army may not be strong, but it must be strictly disciplined and strictly enforced.

Most of the time, the power of the team exceeds that of the individual, which is determined by the social attributes of people.

If you want to do this quickly, it might be a good choice to move over the military training and improve it according to the current environment.

According to his personal experience, only half a month can melt students from all over the country into a whole, no matter how the process is, the effect is still obvious.

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

In the end, Faner failed to eat the second egg.

This time the standing time was more than twice as long as the previous time, and it was not over until someone’s legs and feet were weak and he couldn’t help shaking from side to side.

The fourth prince just announced the rest at this time, and ordered the attendants to distribute lunch.

This move successfully shifted everyone’s anger towards the offenders to the food, but it also made Faner suspect that His Royal Highness might not have planned to let them get the second reward at all.

The lunch was brought out of town in four large earthen vats by several carriages.

In addition to food, the car also contained many wooden basins and spoons.

When Van Na licked his lips and was about to rush forward, 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 get the tableware. Anyone who disturbed the order would be forced to be the last one to distribute the food.

The crowd squeezed out four lines in a chaotic manner, and he was very lucky to be in the forefront of the outermost column.

Of course, some people expressed strong dissatisfaction with this, and there was a sound of fighting in the team.

Soon the knight and several guards rushed into the crowd and drove the troublemakers out.

Fool, Faner glanced at the leader of the trouble, the most aggressive “Crazy Fist” in town.

Usually relying on brute force to cause trouble everywhere, but now he is squatting aside obediently with a sword pressed against him.

Look at his poor appearance!

He felt that he had probably figured out what His Royal Highness liked.

That is uniformity.

Standing in line must stand straight, the line must be in one line, you have to line up for meals, and the order cannot be interrupted… Faner once heard a well-informed businessman in a big town say that some nobles have a strange hobby, that is, everything It must be arranged neatly, and if there is even a slight inconsistency in everything, you will force yourself to tidy it up.

In Fana’s consciousness, this kind of person is purely bored, has nothing to do, and deliberately finds some trouble to torment himself.

I didn’t expect His Royal Highness to be such a person.

When the lid of the crock was lifted, Faner smelled a strong fragrance.

He was almost intoxicated by the seductive smell spreading out, and there was a commotion in the crowd, and the roar of Lord Knight came from the front at the same time.

Probably another queue, he thought.

Sure enough, the fourth prince asked everyone to line up to get the food in the order they took the wooden basin and spoon.

Although everyone was swallowing their saliva and growling in their stomachs, everyone still lined up obediently due to Crazy Boxing’s example.

There is hot wheat porridge in the crock.

Fan Na was surprised to find that there was actually dried meat in the porridge!

Although only a thin slice was dug into the wooden basin, it was still meat!

After serving the porridge, he got an extra egg as he wished.

Vanner almost devoured his lunch, even licking the bottom of the basin.

The egg didn’t even have time to bite, and it was swallowed in one bite.

Because he ate too fast, he accidentally burned his tongue.

Putting down the tub, Fan Na patted his stomach and hiccupped.

He has not enjoyed such delicious food for a long time.

And what was even more incredible was that he actually felt full.

Compared with black bread, the sweetness of meat porridge is heaven and earth. He even thought, if he can eat this kind of food every day, what if he is fighting evil beasts on the front line?

After eating, there was a longer rest period, and everyone was led back inside the city walls and walked all the way to the camp where the patrolmen in the town lived.

A burly man of a foreign race stepped out of the team and began to teach everyone how to set up a tent.

Faner knew him—there were not many people who lived in Old Street who didn’t know Iron Axe.

His superb archery skills amazed even the most experienced old hunters in the town.

Wait, Iron Ax is working for the fourth prince now?

It seems that he has been seen by the knight’s side before.

Fan Na frowned, what was His Highness thinking?

He is a sandman.

“Are you really planning to appoint a sandman as the captain?” Carter had the same question. “He doesn’t belong to Graycastle, not even the mainland kingdom.”

“Witches don’t belong to Graycastle either,” Roland said disapprovingly, “but they all belong to Border Town. Besides, aren’t you watching here?”

“But, Your Highness…”

“Don’t worry, UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com” Roland patted the knight on the shoulder, “Border Town doesn’t care about origin. As long as they don’t violate the kingdom’s laws, they are still my subjects. If you are really worried, you can Choose two more excellent captains. Anyway, the number of this team will expand in the future. It is also good to cultivate a few more potential players. By the way, I have already written the training regulations. Compared with Shamin, I think you have more It’s better to take care of this.”

Carter took the parchment scroll in Roland’s hand, scanned it from beginning to end, and was suddenly dumbfounded.

These training contents were simply unheard of—such as taking everyone to run laps around Border Town in the afternoon, from deer hour until sunset.

The regulations emphasize that everyone has to complete this task, and they are allowed to help each other on the way. If no one gives up, an egg will be added for dinner.

Another example is to blow the assembly whistle immediately after waiting for the wolf at night, so that everyone can dress and assemble as soon as possible.

After such tossing, I am afraid that the team will disband in a few days.

If the first few items were somewhat understandable, the last one completely confused Carter.

“After dinner every day, all go to Mr. Carl’s academy for cultural training.”

“Your Highness… what do you mean by cultural training? Could it be that you still want to teach them to read and write?”

“I hope so, but the time is too short, and I can only teach some simple words and numbers at most. I will explain this part to Carl personally, you just need to bring them there.”

“But, why do you want to do this? These are of no help in fighting evil beasts!”

“Who said that?” Roland yawned. “A team that is good at fighting must be a team with culture. This is the experience summed up in history.”

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