Release that Witch

"This is the person you recruited?" Roland looked at the group of ragged civilians in front of him, and his heart floated with the urge to turn around and go.

"His Highness, this is filtered according to your requirements," Carter said with a finger. "Male, non-criminal, over 18 years old, under 40 years old, physically indifferent... I have carefully examined it."

Well, he knows that he can't hold too much expectation. After all, the productivity of the world is so low, it is a difficult thing to eat enough, and it is more normal to wear it. The treatment of being a prince made him ignore this point. As long as he walked out of the castle, he could see the displaced people who were undressed and begged for a living. In fact, even the gray kingdom of the kingdom, there will be a occupation of the corpse - what they do is to smash the hungry on the street every day.

So what is the battle mode of this world? Roland closed his eyes and thought about it again, um... probably a little bit more advanced than hooligans. Generally speaking, when the lord decides to launch a war (or when the battle is over - Roland does not think that this kind of battle can be related to the word of war), he will summon the subordinate aristocrats in his jurisdiction, and then separate the nobles and then call each other. The lower-ranking aristocrats in the territory, such as the count of the Duke's summoning of the count, the count to summon the Viscount, the Baron, and so on.

Most of these nobles have a group of knights and mercenaries as their own personal strength. They are the main force of combat, with complete armor and excellent weapons. At the same time, they will also recruit civilians and farmers on the ground to work together – in fact, to transport the grass to the troops and to rush to the front line when they need to fill the pits. The most serious casualties in the battle are these cannon fodders. The battle between the nobles, as long as they do not die on the battlefield, will usually be taken back to the good for treatment in exchange for ransom.

Roland naturally does not expect the aristocrats in Bianbu Town to help him fight. In fact, they have nothing to do with Bianbu Town. Most of them are barons separated by the Lord of the Long Song Fortress. The territory is also under the jurisdiction of the fortress.

A force composed entirely of civilians is a very imaginative thing in this era. They are stupid, ignorant, unable to understand the instrument, can't understand the order, and have not undergone professional combat training. How can they compare with the knight who started practicing swords from the age of ten?

Carter approached Roland and whispered, "His Highness, this is not feasible. You can see if they can hold the sword. When you meet the evil beast, I am afraid that it will be scattered. It will affect the stability of the defense." I suggest that you still hire professional mercenaries from Liuye Town or other places to guard the walls. These people will keep some chores."

"No, I will use them," Roland refused. He didn't have any good feelings about the mercenaries who worked for the money. Besides, he formed the army not only to deal with the evil beasts - through history, a strong and vital team whose members must come from the people, whether it was feudal The army, the modern army, or the modern army have verified this law numerous times.

"Well, you have the final say," the knight shrugged. "Then I will train them to train the sword tomorrow? Although it may not be useful..."

"With a sword? No, you first take them in line and run--" Roland suddenly thought that the training content may not have been experienced by the Cavaliers themselves, so they changed their minds. "You called the hunter you last searched, you first See how I do it together."

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The incredible experience of Fanna today may be more than the previous two decades.

He actually caught up close to the Royal Prince of the Kingdom, His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon. He walked in front of himself and smiled at himself. God, is the prince drunk?

Three days ago, when the four princes spoke in the square, he knew that this winter will be different from the past. They will not go to the long song fortress, but will spend a long winter here. Most of the reasons the prince said, he did not understand, but for this decision, he agreed with the heart. Fanna’s younger brother died in the slums of the fortress two years ago. There was no food supply for a whole month. He bought some black bread and shared it with his brother by relying on several copper plates earned from the dock unloading. But that winter was too cold, and the slums in the slums were leaking everywhere. This point was not even able to maintain the body temperature. After the younger brother became comatose, he never woke up.

In Bianbu Town, he has at least one brick-and-mortar house, without fear of falling snow for several days. He also saw that the dock was full of wheat from other places and was being moved into the castle in batches. Therefore, when the news of the recruitment of the militia by the four princes, Fanner rushed over.

Of course, tempting him to give up the work of gravel, immediately rushed to the reason for the application, and the salary of up to 10 silver wolves in that month. This is already comparable to a skilled mud craftsman! He is not too young, and until next spring, he plans to marry the servant of the pub, she is a wife, and now she will not pay more.

As for what the militia said in the notice, he did not pay attention at all. Anyway, instead of carrying things for the nobles, it is to give the patrols a hand, and will not let them climb the wall to fight the crazy evil beast.

The screening process was quite strict, and the gleaming knight’s gaze made Fanna feel a little scared. Fortunately, his sturdy body passed the censorship, and many skinny guys were taken out by the Cavaliers. In the end, there are only a hundred people left to recruit.

But Fanna never expected that the one who trained them turned out to be the prince himself!

The passers were taken to the grass on the west side of Bianbu Town. Behind them are the walls being built, and the front is the ever-changing forest.

The prince ordered everyone to line up and walked to the side to rest. It was just raining in the last few days, and the ground was still wet. The water oozes into the sole of the foot along the seam of the shoe, making him feel uncomfortable. Not to mention that the prince's stance is not unusual, the hand must be placed vertically on both sides of the thigh, and the back should be straight.

When Fanna stood for a quarter of an hour, he felt exhausted. It was harder than breaking a rock with a sledgehammer. But he bit his teeth and still tried to stick to it. Because the predecessor said before, who moved, there is one less egg at lunch. God, he hasn't tasted the taste of eggs for a long time. Obviously the people around me think so, and despite the swaying, most people stick to it.

Until the prince announced a rest on the spot, Fanna found that he had already had a sweat on his back, and the whole standing time was not long, at most two quarters of an hour. Those who didn't stick to the end were annoyed, as if they saw the round eggs being away from them.

It’s just that Fanna doesn’t understand, what is the use of them? Can the light station carry more bags of dry food?

If the prince of the prince is not training them, he will soon be picked up.

Unexpectedly, after a short break, the second command announced by His Royal Highness was even more bizarre. He asked everyone to continue to line up and stand up. This time, if no one is moving, add an egg at lunch. As long as one person gives up, everyone will lose the chance to add new eggs.

Fanner heard a swallow of water.

Hell, is this a popular trick in the kingdom aristocratic class? With a carrot boom to make everyone play, he is not a stupid nephew!

...but in case, if everyone can do it, wouldn’t it be possible to have two eggs to eat?

It was the temptation of the devil, and Fanna wiped the saliva that overflowed the corner of his mouth. For the egg, he spelled it!