Emperor of Arcane

Just when the soldiers were feeling quite happy, the Gulf leader gave them a "beautiful" surprise.

Half a day of formation training and rush training.

The soldiers' originally high enthusiasm suddenly turned into exhaustion and helplessness.

They never expected that Gulf Territory would actually train them for a whole day.

If it were in the past, they would only train once every three days at most. After all, everyone would have to eat after training.

Most lords were unwilling to pay this extra expense.

Anyway, the militiamen do not belong to them permanently. They are recruited to work for themselves and occasionally used to cope with imperial recruitment tasks.

After all, once the militiamen join the recruitment mission, even the compensation for their sacrifices will be paid by the empire, and they can save a fortune.

Fortunately, the situation in the Eastern Province was not going well, and Harley Knight had spoken in advance, so the lords had to increase their investment.

However, the soldiers who had worked hard in training became happy again when they finished training and started eating.

Fragrant dried fish, generous portions of meat, and even two eggs for each soldier as a luxury.

Many soldiers even felt a little uneasy before eating.

"Could this be the last meal?"

"Pfft, don't talk nonsense. I've already asked someone to find out. The food of ordinary soldiers in the Gulf Territory is like this."

"I can only eat food like this during the holidays. Do they eat it every day?"

"This treatment is too good, isn't it? No wonder they are so powerful!"

"Where did you get it? I heard that those professional soldiers can also get some magic food."

"I know this. That thing is really valuable. Each copy can be sold for dozens of silver coins or even several gold coins..."

"Hiss... If you can eat so well every day, it's not like you can't keep up with this training..."

"Haha, that's for sure!"

"Don't be too happy. It was just basic training a few days ago, and the training will become more difficult in the future..."

"Huh? The one who suffers is still behind?"

"I heard that the delicious food is yet to come, and we can add an extra piece of beef to each person..."

"And beef? It would be great if I could take this back and give it to my baby to try..."

"Don't think so much. Just train well first. Survival is the most important thing."

"..."

The abundant food won the hearts of all the soldiers.

The temporary commander from the Gulf Territory would also instruct the soldiers in the team on the combat skills during their rest in the evening.

They were training while on the road.

They led the team independently, and the lords and troops in the large army nearby could only hear the noise coming from them from time to time.

After experiencing the previous "lessons", the major lords did not think that the Gulf Territory was trying to please others.

After all, they have a solid record.

If they make some intellectually retarded remarks, they will only be looked down upon.

There has been peace for a long time, and we are in an environment where spellcasters are respected in the Netheril Empire.

Most ordinary lords do not have particularly strong ambitions to become elites and enterprising, and naturally their abilities cannot be developed.

However, the education they received is not bad, and naturally their performance will not be too bad.

There are also some lords who are quite interested in the changes in the army and are ready to try to explore and imitate them.

But after just two simple attempts, the militiamen recruited under his command were exhausted.

They also do not have the benefits of the Gulf leaders to win over people and the means and experience to strictly formulate rules.

Soon, their behavior was met with resistance and lack of cooperation from the militiamen.

So, after struggling for a few days, they had no choice but to give up.

Especially these nobles, after learning about the treatment provided by Matthew to the soldiers, they all said with some sadness:

"If you don't spend the money yourself, why should you give it to these cannon fodder soldiers?"

"Forget it if they are his own soldiers. Why should these temporary soldiers who have nothing to do with him in the future be valued so highly?"

The displeasure these guys expressed intentionally or unintentionally reached Matthew's ears through various channels.

The Lord of the Gulf didn't care about this and was consuming the power of destiny obtained from the underground world to study the transformation spell of the fourth surgery bit by bit.

After completing the fourth surgery, the transformation of the warrior's physical fitness has been basically completed.

Even if there is improvement in the future.

It is also on this basis that the effect is improved and the success rate is increased.

It can be said that only after completing the first four surgeries can one become a truly mature "reformation warrior."

As long as they undergo rigorous training and resource investment, it is basically guaranteed that the transformed warriors will have extraordinary physical fitness.

By that time, even their professional level talent limit may not be too high.

But it can also be used to teach expertise and skills through the Gulf Territory, comprehensively improving combat effectiveness and forcibly raising the professional level!

This is the real change of destiny!

June 8th.

North of the Eastern Province.

This area is close to the Carr Plain and is essentially a part of it topographically.

The lush green wild grass can barely cover the horses' hooves, attracting them to chew on it.

The Blood Moon City army of nearly 50,000 people was busy in the flat open space.

It's getting late.

They must bury pots to make food and set up tents before the scarlet moon rises.

There were a large number of people, the surrounding terrain was flat, and in addition to the more than 10 days of marching, there was no danger along the way.

Despite Harley Knight's repeated orders to keep everyone on guard, most of the lords and soldiers were slacking off.

On a hill 300 meters away from them, the Gulf Territory soldiers were building a solid camp as usual.

Thick timbers were smashed side by side into the holes, then filled with soil and compacted.

In order to ensure sturdiness, crossbars will be placed behind these timbers for support.

Everyone in the team is busy together, and the work efficiency is naturally greatly improved.

The temporary sentry tower, the wooden walls surrounding the interior, and the neatly arranged tents were all set up in just two hours.

At this time, the rich smell of meat spread throughout the camp, and the big guys who had just finished their work were able to have a delicious meal again.

Feeling the throbbing of the power of fate, Matthew turned his head to look at the plain in the distance, and said to Angela, who was arranging the patrol mission:

"Send more patrols, but don't stray too far from the camp. Pay attention to stay safe."

Matthew's sudden reminder made Angela, who was originally a little relaxed, immediately become alert.

She was a little dissatisfied with her slackness and immediately began to rearrange the sentries.

The new soldiers who joined didn't think it was anything.

During the 20-day journey, in addition to ordinary training tasks, they had various special training emergencies from time to time.

But those veterans could clearly sense that the situation was somewhat different.

At night.

There were dark clouds in the sky.

The translucent scarlet turned into gray.

On the gloomy plain, pairs of bloodthirsty eyes appeared.

Like the tide, they ran straight towards the army camp as fast as possible.

The orcs' night attack is coming!