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

The next morning.

A soldier stood in front of Roman.

His nose was sunken, his face was covered with acne scars, and his eyes were uneven. His right ear had been frozen off, and the rest of it had shrunk into a ball of flesh.

Living in a harsh environment, it was common for people at the bottom to have distorted looks.

In this era, the biggest standard for beauty or handsomeness was just regular facial features, and they didn't even have to be very delicate.

As for the breathtaking beauty and the heart-wrenching handsomeness, they had to develop a unique personal temperament on the basis of regular facial features.

This was the commendation platform.

Thousands of eyes were staring at Roman's every move.

"You are Rick. After being charged, you overcame your fear and hooked a cavalryman's right leg with your sickle spear, pulling him off the horse, right?"

Roman saw with his own eyes that the cavalryman died miserably. His legs were hanging on the stirrups, but his body was lying on the ground. He was dragged far away by the packhorse, and his bones and tendons were broken by the horse's hooves.

Rick didn't expect that the lord actually knew about this.

Maybe someone told the instructor, and the instructor reported it to the master, because he didn't tell anyone about it.

At that time, he saw his companions being hit and killed on the battlefield. He instinctively wanted to escape, but he stopped abruptly and chose to fight back.

He used to be a slave. After coming to the town of Seg, he passed the assessment and became a soldier by accident. From then on, he had enough food and clothing and lived a life that he couldn't imagine in the past.

He was trained to deal with cavalry charges. Instructors Dick and Aaron rode on horses and practiced with them. They used very slow movements and told them over and over again how to deal with that situation.

But the real battlefield is far more cruel than the exercises.

To this day, his mind is still lingering with those dead comrades, which is why he is silent. His comrades lost their lives, but he went to take credit, and he felt guilty.

"Soldier Rick, you are great. Your efforts have not been in vain. You have delayed the pursuers and saved a thousand people." Roman said to him and all the soldiers sitting in the audience.

Some came with crutches, some were carried by others, and most of the soldiers sat on the benches intact.

More than 500 soldiers stared at their lord awarding the longbowman Rick with a medal.

It was an iron badge with two spears inserted inside the divine ring, indicating that it was a second-class merit medal. Rick's salary did not increase, but he had the foundation to become a non-commissioned officer.

Not only Rick, but some longbowmen with outstanding achievements also had such medals, and the longbow troops were awarded the collective second-class merit.

Other soldiers had no jealousy at all, because they had faced the most tragic battlefield and paid the price of blood.

The soldiers in the Battle of Puton Village were also awarded the collective third-class merit.

So today's medal ceremony was particularly long, and there was a sense of solemnity throughout the process.

Everyone tried their best to hold their chests and heads high, with a unique spirit, and sat in a row neatly.

The six hundred recruits behind did not dare to whisper to each other. They watched the scene in front of them in silence, without any pride. Some of the recruits were the pursuers that Roman had mentioned earlier, and they just felt uneasy.

"Kao, you proved yourself with force, I will anoint you as my war knight!"

His injuries had not yet healed completely, and he was carried here, and he forced himself to prop up his upper body to kiss the back of Roman's hand.

Many soldiers were a little afraid of Kao, just because the boy did not look like a child, and his pale face was like a cold blade.

Now he has become a war knight, one of their instructors.

"Nathan, you fought bravely, I hereby grant you the rank of non-commissioned officer."

The tall and strong Hannason had a thick neck, almost connected to his chin. Roman even needed him to bend slightly to put the medal on him in the right posture.

His reputation in the army is now no less than Kao, and he is extremely strong. He has won the support and respect of the soldiers. Following a powerful commander is what they all dream of.

But Nathan was focusing on another thing at the moment. When Roman awarded him the medal, he whispered, "I will organize another operation against Kant Territory this summer. After the war, you can leave and bring your wife over. This shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Nathan stared at Roman for two seconds, which indicated that the previous agreement was void.

He nodded solemnly.

The life here was better than he expected, and it was not a bad thing to bring his wife over.

He had established a firm foothold here, and his living conditions would definitely be much better than staying in Tal County.

Roman issued more than 60 second-class and third-class merits today.

The award ceremony ended, but everyone did not leave. They looked at Roman, and as expected, they heard him say loudly, "Soldiers without wives, step out!"

Nearly 500 soldiers stood up in unison.

Most soldiers were bachelors, and many were even slaves before becoming soldiers. They had no clothes or food, and were even worse than beggars. How could they be qualified to get married and have children?

Of course, those soldiers who were widowed and separated from their wives and children also met the conditions of not having a wife.

"Come line up and draw lots here. Your wives are here!"

Roman asked Jimmy to take out a wooden box for drawing lots.

This was not a sudden idea. It was prepared in advance.

Roman couldn't watch his soldiers continue to be single. It was impossible for them to fall in love. There was no time, and not everyone could find a lover.

Arranged marriages were the only option.

He led his soldiers to attack Kant Territory, saying it was to save it, but that was to have a legitimate reason to send troops.

Anyway, that's what Roman preached in the army.

But this doesn't change the nature of plunder.

Those women are the population they plundered.

Roman selected the marriageable women corresponding to the number of soldiers, and when registering their identities, he would specifically ask those girls if they had fiancés, lovers, or secret admirers.

After going through layers of screening, their identity information was written on a piece of paper and put into a wooden box.

As for whether it was against the will of the woman, it was not within Roman's consideration.

They brought those people here by violence, and more than 60 people died and more than 30 people were disabled.

He knew they were fighting for him, and he had to arrange their funeral.

What's against your will? If I punch you, is it against your will?

If you can't resist, just take it!

Roman notified everyone about this yesterday, and all the soldiers knew it well. They lined up in excitement and expectation, and made up their minds to continue to fight for the lord in the future.

Military life is not painful, but it is very boring, and the training is exhausting every day.

There are 29 days of training every month, and they live in the barracks all the time.

On the last day of each month, Roman will come out to pay them military pay, but they also live in the barracks on their days off and never go home.

The reason is simple. Some soldiers who were born as slaves don’t have a home.

But they will have one in the future.

Everyone has a certain desire for family deep in their hearts, a spiritual haven. No matter what kind of storm they suffer outside, as long as they return to the safe haven, their body and mind can be greatly relaxed.

And the people at the front of the line are the disabled.

The more serious the injury, the higher the priority of the lottery.

They can no longer continue to serve in the military in the future, and Roman has to arrange their future lives.

And support them for the rest of their lives, pay compensation every year, set an example for other soldiers, and tell everyone the result of working hard for him with actions.

Every time they draw one, Jimmy will read out the name on the note so that they will remember it firmly.

The young soldier with the broken hand also lined up. Just as he was about to put his hand into the wooden box, Roman suddenly quickly stuffed a note into his palm and winked at him.

The soldier with the broken hand's heart skipped a beat. He looked around quietly and found that no one noticed this scene.

His mouth was a little dry. He held the note in his hand and handed it to Jimmy.

"Soldier Tucker, Laura, your future wife is called Laura."

Tucker silently remembered this name, the name of the wife specially chosen for him by the lord.

After queuing for more than an hour, everyone got the name of their future wife.

Roman sat on the chair with a smile. He stood up and said, "My good soldiers, my good guys, go and bring your wives here, bring them to me, I will witness your wedding!"