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Simon nodded slightly when he saw this, and then put the flame-enchanted dagger in front of him and looked at it carefully.

It was about 30 cm long and 3 cm wide, with an ordinary shape, but the material was excellent, beyond the scope of fine iron, and could be called steel.

Maybe some special materials were added, but with Simon's eyesight, he certainly couldn't see it.

The only drawback was that the dagger was too short and had limited use. It might only be used by assassins.

Simon estimated that it could only be used for collection or gifts, but he was still quite satisfied. After all, it was an enchanted weapon.

This was rare in the Eagle Kingdom. Many famous enchanted weapons were basically the family weapons of the major dukes or earls.

Of course, the royal family had the most.

"Very good, I can make you an honorary knight, get ready to be conferred!" Simon put away the flame dagger and smiled lightly.

"My Lord Baron, I am ready to go through fire and water for you, and I will never refuse!" Wall immediately half-knelt and shouted excitedly.

"I, Simon Hollen, the Baron of the Courageous Lord, appoint you as an honorary knight..."

"Freeman Wall is willing to pledge allegiance..."

The ceremony ended quickly, and Simon's knight team added another member.

"Sarrit, take him to get familiar with the situation and tell him about the rules here." Simon ordered.

"Yes!"

Sarrit responded, and after the salute, he took Wall out of the Lord's Hall.

Simon began to play with the flame dagger again, and sighed in his heart: "It would be better if it was a one-handed sword, it's a pity...

Can my steel sword be enchanted..."

A few days later, the fortress of Fengjian Village was completed. Under the planning of Yaman, it was processed and built a few days ahead of schedule.

They withdrew that day, and Reed couldn't wait to bring people to move in.

This miniature castle, named Fengjian Castle, is more pocket-sized, and may only cover an area of ​​​​five acres. It is really a flattery to call it a castle.

In fact, it is more appropriate to call it a fortress.

Spark Fort is much better than this one, with an area of ​​nearly six acres, and a circle of high and thick stone walls on the outside, enclosing an area of ​​more than ten acres.

However, although they are not large, they are completely sufficient to resist some small-scale armies, and can also provide daily living for hundreds of people.

Spark Fort has an outer city, so it is no problem to accommodate thousands of people, but it is necessary to build more toilets and arrange special personnel to empty the manure every day.

The manure is also stored somewhere, and it will be useful in the future.

In the Lord's Hall.

"Baron, the Fengjian Fort has been built. Will we continue to build the earth wall at Yongyi Fort?"

Yaman came back and reported.

"Don't tamp it first. You rest for half a day. After that, the serfs participating in the construction will change into militia equipment and let Sarit train for a few days.

As for you and the builders and carpenters, take a break for a few days, and then it won't be too late to build the earth wall.

Mailan, tell the kitchen to prepare 200 kilograms of red deer meat for the serfs, just as a reward."

Xi Neng thought for a while and ordered.

"Baron, you are so kind. I wish you a long life!" Yaman bowed respectfully upon hearing this.

Simon smiled and waved his hand, and they all withdrew.

He felt that Baron Berlit would not give up.

Because he did not defeat this man at that time, he must have a lot of tricks up his sleeve, and he would not give up.

Therefore, these days, Simon plans to focus on training the serfs. He does not ask for them to fight in the battlefield, but it is enough to show his personal momentum.

One night later.

The rested serfs were gathered by Sarit and lined up outside the Spark Castle.

Because they had been trained for a period of time, they looked decent and stood in a straight line.

Simon was watching from the gate tower of the castle.

Not to mention, these more than a thousand people were all wearing cloth armor, holding wooden shields and spears, standing in a neat line, which was really impressive.

Although they had been doing heavy work for so many days in a row, they were not short of food for every meal.

Now they look not only not thin, but also a bit strong.

If they are really pulled to the battlefield and fight against the enemy several times, the remaining ones can be regarded as elite soldiers.

"Move to the right!" Sarit began to give orders.

Now, the serfs showed their true colors. They couldn't tell the left from the right, and they turned around in all kinds of ways.

"Listen carefully! This side is right, that side is left..."

Sarit and some light infantry spent a lot of time talking, and they couldn't make the team uniform until noon.

The main reason is that the cultural level of many serfs is too low. It is not easy to understand the commands and read the flags.

It is really not something that can be trained overnight. Even in college military training, there are people who get the left and right wrong from time to time, not to mention these serfs.

Simon stood on the gate tower and looked for a while, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

"Call Sarit to me. I have a way to let the serfs accurately distinguish the left and right."

He whispered.

"Yes!" Mailan, who was not far away, immediately responded.

Soon, Sarit received the notice and climbed up the gatehouse.

"Baron, I am incompetent!" He quickly apologized.

"No problem, I'll teach you a way.

Later, you ask the serfs to take off the straw sandals on their right feet and tell them that going right means going in the direction without shoes.

Turning left means going in the direction with shoes. After a few more days of training, it will be almost there." Simon smiled.

Sarrit suddenly understood and said with a smile: "Baron, your idea is really good! I will try it now!"

"Well, go ahead."

Sarrit then hurried out of Spark Castle and used this method to train.

At the beginning, they were still confused, but after trying a few more times, the situation improved greatly.

However, there were always some serfs who were useless and were picked out and sent back to the manor to eat rye porridge.

This time, Simon was very generous and gave the serfs barley porridge or black bread mixed with barley and rye.

In fact, there is a kind of yellow bread between black bread and white bread, and the main ingredient is barley.

Simon's guards all eat this kind of yellow bread. Although the taste is far less soft and delicate than white bread, it is much better than black bread.

Other troops either eat pure black bread or black bread with a little barley mixed in.

Eighty percent of the bread given to the manor serfs was rye, and the rest was weeds, grass seeds, small stones, and other things...

The bread given to the dog-headed slaves was called horse bread, of which only 40% was rye, and 20% was horse beans for the horses.

The rest was a mixture of sawdust, leaves, grass, and other miscellaneous items.

After eliminating some serfs who really couldn't be taught, the senses of the serf army were greatly improved.

They acted according to the instructions, and gradually developed a sense of uniform beauty.

"Stab!" Sarit shouted, and the flag bearer behind him waved the corresponding action.

"Kill!" All the serfs put their spears on the shields and stabbed.

"Raise the shield!" Sarit shouted again.

"Hoo!" The serfs followed the order, half-crouched and raised their wooden shields...