Release that Witch

"His Highness, what are you doing?" Carter felt that the Four Princes had only been arbitrarily arbitrarily, and now they have risen to whimsy.

If you talk about how to train a warrior, the chief knight feels that no one is more professional than himself. His family has a complete training method, from ten years old to fifteen years old, in just five years to train a warrior who is proficient in all kinds of weapons. If you add another five years, it is a knight who knows the upper ceremonies - of course, if the trainees are not allowed to be civilians.

Look at the idiots in front of you, only eat in your eyes! And... eggs are expensive, good!

Roland licked his ears. "You just look at it. Remember, the training for the next few days will be carried out according to this. Of course, there will be some details, I will list them one by one."

In the cold weapon era, trained a group of qualified soldiers in two or three months? Roland didn't have this idea at all, and he didn't need the Spartan Warrior who could tear the beast in his crotch. The individual combat effectiveness of the military may not be strong, but it must be disciplined and prohibited.

The power of the team exceeds the individual most of the time, which is determined by the social attributes of the person. If you want to do this quickly, it is probably a good choice to move the military training and then improve it according to the current environment. In his personal experience, students from all over the country can be melted into a whole in just half a month, regardless of the process, the effect is still very obvious.

After this group of people thoroughly knew what the discipline was, Roland was able to implement the next step.

Fanna eventually failed to eat the second egg.

This time, the standing time is more than twice as long as the previous one, until someone has a soft leg and can't help but shake around.

The four princes just announced the rest at this time and told the attendants to issue lunch. The success of this move caused the anger of the foulers to be transferred to the food, but also let Fanna suspect that the prince of the prince may not have any intention to get them a second reward.

The lunch was packed in four large tiled tanks and was towed by a few carriages outside the town. In addition to carrying food, the car also contains many tubs and spoons.

When Vanner licked his lips and prepared for a glimpse, the chief knight was in front of everyone.

His Royal Highness ordered everyone to be lined up in four columns, one to pick up the tableware, and any disruption of order would be forced to distribute the last food.

The crowd crowded out four teams, and his luck was very good, ranking in the forefront of the outermost column. Of course, some people expressed strong dissatisfaction with this, and there was a slap in the team. Soon the Cavaliers and several guards stormed into the crowd and drove the troublemakers out.

Fool, Fanna squinted at the head of the trouble, the best "mad punch" in the town. Usually relying on a brute force to cause trouble everywhere, but now it is being held on the side with a sword. Look at his poor appearance!

He felt that he had already figured out the preferences of His Royal Highness Prince.

That is neat and uniform.

The team must stand straight, the team must be a line, the meal must be lined up, the order can not be interrupted... Fanna once heard the well-informed big town merchants said that some nobles have a strange hobby, that is, everything It must be placed in a well-behaved manner, and if there is something wrong with it, it will force itself to sort it out.

In Fanna’s consciousness, this kind of person is purely boring, has nothing to do, and even deliberately finds some trouble to toss himself.

I did not expect that the Prince is also such a person.

When the tile lid was uncovered, Fanner smelled a strong scent.

The tempting taste of the four spreads makes him almost intoxicated. The crowd is swaying, and the snoring of the Cavaliers is also heard in front of him. Probably have to line up again, he thought.

Sure enough, the Four Princes asked everyone to queue up for food in the order they were before taking the tub and spoon.

Although everyone swallowed and screamed in the stomach, in view of the example of mad boxing, everyone still stood up for a long queue.

The steamer is filled with hot wheat porridge. Fanna was surprised to find that there is actually dried meat in the porridge! Although there is only a thin piece in the tub, it is meat! After the porridge was finished, he also got an extra egg for his wish.

Fanna almost devours the lunch, and even the bottom of the basin is smashed. The eggs didn't even have time to bite, and they swallowed them straight into the stomach. Because he ate too fast, he accidentally burned his tongue.

Put down the tub, Fanna patted the belly and took a nap. He has not enjoyed such delicious food for a long time. And even more incredible is that he actually feels full. The sweetness of meat porridge is completely heaven and earth compared to black bread. He even thinks, if you can eat such food every day, how about fighting the evil beast on the front line?

After the meal was a long break, everyone was taken back to the city wall and walked all the way to the camp where the town patrols lived. A burly interracial man came out of the team and began to teach everyone how to set up a tent.

Fanna knows him - few people living in the old street don't know the iron axe. His superb archery made the town's most experienced old hunters stunned. Wait, the Iron Axe is now working for the Four Princes? It seems that he has been staying with the Cavaliers before. Where is Fana's brow wrinkled, what is His Highness thinking? He is a sand people.

"Do you really want to appoint a Shamin as captain?" Carter had the same question. "He doesn't belong to the Grey Fort, not even the mainland."

"The witch does not belong to the Grey Fort," Roland did not take it for granted. "But they belong to Bianbu Town. Besides, isn't there still you watching here?"

"But, Your Highness..."

"Don't worry," Roland patted the knight's shoulder. "Bianyi Town doesn't care about the birth. As long as there is no violation of the laws of the kingdom, they are still my people. You really don't trust, you can pick two excellent ones. Captain, anyway, the number of this team will expand in the future. Now it is not bad to train a few more potentials. Yes, I have already written the training regulations. Compared with the sand people, I think you care more about this."

Carter took the parchment roll in Roland's hand and swept it from start to finish, suddenly stupid. These trainings are unheard of—for example, in the afternoon, take everyone around the border town, from the deer (2 o'clock in the afternoon) until the sun sets. The regulations emphasize that everyone has to complete this item, allowing mutual assistance on the way. If no one gives up, add an egg to dinner. For example, when the wolf is waiting at night, the whistle is blown immediately, so that everyone can dress in the fastest time. I am so tossed down that I am afraid that the team will be scattered in a few days.

If the first few articles are still somewhat understandable, the last one will make Carter completely confused.

"After dinner, all of them go to Mr. Carl's College for cultural training."

"His Royal Highness... What does cultural training mean? Can you teach them to read and read?"

"I hope so, but the time is too short. I can only teach some simple words and numbers, and I can read and write commands. I will personally explain to Karl, you just need to take them with you." ”

"Yes, why are you doing this? These are not helpful in fighting the evil beast!"

"Who said?" Roland yawned. "A team that is good at fighting must be a team with culture. This is the experience of historical summarization."