If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

There was a roar from the military camp.

"rush!!"

With an order, two hundred warriors carrying heavy shields rushed forward at the same time.

The terrain ahead is steep and there are many obstacles.

Such as hills, trenches, walls, single-plank bridges, and even five-meter-high city walls, the total length of the journey is two thousand meters.

For ordinary people, just walking on this journey is tiring.

Carrying a 40-pound heavy shield, they ran, jumped, climbed at a uniform and sustained speed, maintained balance on the single-plank bridge, and crossed the stream. When facing the city wall, they quickly built a human ladder. The soldiers in front pulled out the big shields behind them. Thirty or forty people quickly built two layers of human ladders, forming a gentle slope, allowing the soldiers in the rear to climb up the city wall on the big shields, and then lowered the ropes. Pull them up.

This kind of long-distance cross-country is extremely difficult, and it took two hours to finally complete the return trip.

Everyone's hearts were beating violently, and the white mist from their mouths and noses kept spraying out, melting the snowflakes floating in the sky.

Without enough time to rest, he slammed the heavy shield on the ground.

Steel shields stood up one after another. The team that was originally scattered due to the long-distance attack gathered together in an instant and turned into an airtight steel fortress.

However, among the two hundred people who set out at the beginning, only more than 180 people completed the formation within the specified time.

The remaining ten people were unable to complete the scheduled queue due to various changes during the process.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the last two wet warriors carrying large shields arrived.

More than a dozen soldiers who were lagging behind stood in a row. Jet held a thin sword and swung it up, like a whip, with huge force on his body. He knocked the more than ten laggards to the ground one by one, and a trace of blood gradually seeped out. .

"Why lag behind?"

His face was cold, his tone was gloomy, and the rapier in his hand was dripping with blood, making people feel fearful.

"Jet, stop!" Roman said sternly to stop Jet's violence.

After the autumn plowing was over, he finally found time to test the training progress of these warriors.

Chief instructor Jeter asked them to conduct a cross-country march to show Roman the results of their training during this period.

The result was not ideal. They could not achieve the result of the whole army attacking without losing a single person.

Jett couldn't accept it. He only valued one thing - everyone must meet the standards.

As a swordsman by training, Jet failed to become a "swordsman master", but he practiced the basic holy light swordsmanship to the extreme. Every swordsmanship movement was the most standard and impeccable.

This was accomplished through unremitting daily training. He stabbed the sword thousands of times every day, practicing until his muscles trembled but still stabbing small targets. His extremely solid swordsmanship skills made him extremely dazzling on the battlefield.

He has no intention of striving for excellence, and he does not pursue the most perfect and best warriors, but only demands to meet the standards.

The capacity of a barrel never depends on the long board, but on the short board.

And these unqualified warriors in front of us can only be regarded as defective products.

But Roman was very satisfied. He watched the entire cross-country trip on horseback.

Jet's standards are not high, but these people's foundations are too poor and their training time is very short. We can't expect everyone to meet the standards.

The explosive power and coordination of these heavy-shield warriors are very good. They can climb city walls and cross single-plank bridges with great flexibility.

Jet's swing of the sword was obvious, they could dodge but didn't.

Although he was knocked to the ground, his strong heart was initially built up.

Roman can now tell that this army's ability to withstand pressure in the future will far exceed everyone's imagination.

And this is also the most elite force under his command.

People are carefully selected, receive the highest treatment in all aspects, and receive the longest training time.

His original intention of forming a heavily armored force was to use the war knights as imaginary enemies.

For now, they are barely qualified.

There are also 400 light-armed troops, which are divided into spearmen, axemen, scouts, etc.

There are currently no units that are too complicated.

Complexity equals an increase in training costs and an exponential increase in training time.

Roman doesn't have high requirements for them, he just needs to increase their physical fitness and improve their discipline.

As long as these two items meet the standards, it will be the prototype of an invincible army.

Roman got off his horse and came to the dozen defeated heavy shield warriors. He said dissatisfiedly: "How could you treat my warriors like this?"

Jeter said silently: "They failed to assemble within the stipulated time and deserve to be punished."

"They will meet the standards in the future. Various accidents will inevitably occur when going off-road. You should know that even the best horses will step on nails..."

Jeter said coldly: "My standard is the bottom line. If you can't overcome the accident during training, they will only die faster on the battlefield. Instead of doing this, just eliminate them during training and kick them out." Army, so as not to lose your life in vain in the future.”

Cross-country is just one part of the training, there are also square marches, standing formations, etc.

Roman asked the unqualified warriors to take off their shirts, and saw that their backs and chests were covered in scars, some old scars, some new scars, and the new wounds that appeared today were slowly oozing blood.

Apparently, during this time, all those who failed were whipped with Jet's rapier.

He struck hard and hard, and the rapier was swift and sharp, making people miserable and wishing they could roll all over the floor.

Jet believes that this is just a pain in the flesh, and only the scars can be remembered in their hearts.

Roman immediately sent someone to get the hemostatic herbs made of crushed dragon blood grass and yarrow. He also brought hot tea made with sage and echinacea - this hot tea can reduce inflammation and enhance immunity.

Punishment is punishment, but healing is still necessary.

Roman bandaged them with soft linen cloth and ignored the reminder of [Medical Experience +1].

"I remember you, you are Luca, right?" Roman was quite impressed with the injured.

Some people need to be screened before they can join the army and enjoy high-intensity training and high welfare benefits.

And some people can join with just a word from him.

After each recruitment, he would select a group of potential apostles to join the army.

Luca is a two-star apostle, and Roman specially recruited him into the heavy armored force.

He is now a captain of a heavy armored team, but he failed to pass the cross-country race this time and was whipped by Jet.

Luca noticed Roman's light action of applying medicine on his back, and wrapped the linen bandage soaked in medicine around his body. Facing Roman's questioning, he only felt strong shame and guilt, his face flushed, and he couldn't say a word.

"Don't be ashamed, I'm proud of you, I saw you jumping into the river, not abandoning, not giving up, um, very good!"

Roman watched their performance the whole time, and on the return journey, a soldier fell into the water while crossing the single-plank bridge. Luca heard the noise and immediately turned back to the single-plank bridge, jumped into the water and pulled the drowning person up.

The winding river was about two or three meters deep, and the water was cold. They were carrying a heavy shield weighing 40 kilograms and couldn't float at all. They struggled for a long time before they successfully got ashore. They were soaked all over, and their leather boots were filled with water. When they ran, they made a clacking sound, so they didn't miss the assembly time.

But Jet only focused on the results. If it was not completed, it was not completed, and the team leader would also be beaten.

"Master, it's all my fault. I let Captain Luca accompany me in the punishment." The drowning man blamed himself. If he could calm down after falling into the water, he could walk back to the shore from the bottom of the river, but he panicked and implicated others.

"No one is immune to mistakes, and so am I. But as long as it can be made up for and corrected, then the mistake is not a mistake. If you can learn a lesson, then it is not a bad thing. Forgive your instructor Jet. He corrected your current mistakes so that you will not make bigger mistakes in the future."

Roman's attitude was very gentle, his voice had a strange magnetism, and his words were full of tolerance and care.

After being whipped by the cold-faced evil god Jet, everyone felt that their lord was gentle and kind, and spoke nicely.

I don't know if it was because the herbs took effect, but they felt that the scars that were originally hot and painful were also relieved a lot, as if they had received some kind of healing.