The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 25: Militia

"These are the people you chose?"

when Roland saw the group of civilians wearing shabby clothes, all of his courage instantly flew.

"Your Majesty, these are the people who meet your requirements" Carter said.

He started counting it with his finger, “Male, no criminal record, between 18 – 40 years, no defect.. I checked everything carefully.”.

Well, yeah,

he knew he shouldn't expect too much. After all, the productivity of this world was too low.

Eating enough is already a difficult task, so wearing shabby clothes is common. As a prince he had ignored such things.

Just leaving his palace, he could see many people who were only wearing clothes that did not cover the entire body, begging for something to eat.

In fact, in the capital city of the Kingdom of Graycastle there is a job as a corpse carrier – the only thing they will do is gather the people who starve to death and then burn their bodies every day.

So what is the general combat power in this world?

Roland closed his eyes and reviewed his plan carefully again,

'Ah .. might be a little stronger than a high-level street fighter'.

Generally, when the Lords decided to fight (or rather fight – Roland thought calling their little fight a war would exaggerate it),

they would summon all the aristocracies placed under their jurisdiction in their territory.

A Lord would always divide his territory into many smaller territories and choose a lower rank noble to rule them, just like a Duke would choose an Earl, he said,

The Earl will choose the Viscount, and again they will choose the Baron, and so on. These nobles usually had a group of knights and mercenaries as their personal troops.

They were the main force in battle, equipped with full armor and advanced weapons.

At the same time, they will recruit civilians and farmers working in their region to help during the battle of – in fact,

they were used to deliver food supplies to the troops and when needed they would even fill holes in the front lines as cannon fodder soldiers.

Most of the people killed on the battlefield were people used as cannon fodder.

Battles between nobles rarely resulted in one's death; they would generally be captured and then exchanged for ransom.

Roland did not expect any help from some of the other nobles in Border Town to fight against the demonic beasts.

In fact, they had no connection with Border Town. Most of the local Barons lived in Longsong Stronghold.

The fortress was also under the jurisdiction of the regional aristocracy. An all-civil power in this day and age thing is very imaginative.

After all, they were ignorant and ignorant, failing to understand strategy, they were also unable to understand the command structure, and they had also not received any professional combat training.

How could they be compared to a knight trained in sword arts since he was ten years old?

Carter who was standing near Roland whispered some advice to him,

“Your Majesty, this project is not feasible. You look at them and tell me,

who among them could hold and balance a sword?

I was afraid that when they encountered demonic beasts, many of them would leave us, and at that time would affect the stability of our defenses.

I suggest that we hire professional mercenaries from Willow Town or some other place to guard the wall and let these people do their normal duty. “

"No, no,

I'll use it" Roland rejected Carter's suggestion.

He did not have a good opinion about mercenaries who worked for money and did not love the homeland, and besides, the mercenaries,

he did not form his army to only deal with demonic beasts –

throughout history it has been seen that only the strength that members derive from their own politeness will be strong and full of vitality.

Whether it was feudal power, power from the not-too-distant past or modern army troops, there are many examples that prove this rule.

"Well, you have the final say" Carter said with a shrug.

“Then I will start training them from tomorrow onwards?

Although I don't know how useful it is ... "

“With sword? Nope,

first of all you will bring it all for long distance running. ” Roland suddenly thought of the fact that his knight head had never experienced this kind of training.

Without a better choice, he had to change his plans,

“Try to find the hunter from last time and bring him to me. The two of you will be the first to see how I will handle the training. ”

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He actually looked at His Highness, the 4th Prince Roland Wimbledon at close range. He passed by himself and even smiled at him. Oh my God, is the prince drunk?!

Three days ago, when he heard the 4th Prince's speech in the square, he knew that this winter would be different from the past.

This time, they would not go to Longsong Stronghold, instead, they would spend a long winter here.

The truth was that he did not understand most of the reasons mentioned by the prince, but he supported from the bottom of his heart the outcome of this decision.

His own brother died two years ago in the slums of Longsong Stronghold after a full month without food supplies.

They could only rely on the hard-earned copper he got from loading and unloading goods on the dock.

With them, he could buy black bread and share it with his brother. But winter is too cold.

The wind would blow through many holes in their shabby huts. Without enough food and without the possibility to maintain their body temperature, they cannot survive.

When his brother was sick, he fell into a coma and never woke up again. Here in Border Town, he at least had a house built from earthen bricks. There is no fear of falling temperatures or days of falling snow.

He also saw many ships full of wheat anchored in the dock, and then the wheat was moved in groups into the castle. Because of that,

when he heard that the 4th prince was recruiting militia forces, he immediately registered himself. Of course, he had to give up his job as a gravel producer.

But the temptation was too great, after all, they would earn a monthly salary of 10 silver nobles. This was comparable to a skilled mud craftsman! He is no longer a young man.

He only waits until the spring of next year to marry his future wife Sheryl, a tavern waitress. Now he had no problem saving.

As for the terms and future duties of the militia shown in the notice, he paid no attention to it.

After all, it was to shoulder the burden of protecting civilians on behalf of the master.

They had to patrol along the city walls and prevent ferocious beasts from climbing the walls, and resist the crazy attacks of demonic beasts.

He had to go through a very strict screening process. Alone, seeing a few knights was enough to make one feel fear.

Fortunately, he had a sturdy physique and escaped review, but many thin men were carried away by the knights. In the end, only 100 people were recruited.

But he never expected that the one who would train them would be His Highness the Prince himself! For their training, for,

they were taken to the grasslands to the west of Border Town. In the background of the city wall being built,

and in front of them was an unceasingly elongated forest. The prince ordered everyone to march, and then he went to the location to rest.

A few days ago they had heavy rain, so the ground was still damp and muddy. Water infiltrated into his shoes along the seams in the soles,

it made his whole body feel uncomfortable. The attitude they were told to take was not a normal one.

Their hands should be aligned vertically, attached to the sides of their thighs, while their backs should be perfectly straight.

Only a quarter of an hour later they were already feeling very tired. It's even harder than breaking a stone with a hammer.

But he gritted his teeth and tried to hold on. After all, His Majesty had said before that those who moved would not get eggs for lunch.

God, he hasn't eaten an egg in a long time. Apparently, everyone around him felt the same way.

Although they staggered, most of them still survived. When the prince declared it was time to rest, he,

he found that his back was already soaked in sweat and the entire time stood up not even long, at most two quarters of an hour.

Those who could not hold on until the last moment were irritated. It seemed like they could see the eggs rolling away from them.

He just doesn't understand. Why should they practice this strange attitude?

Just standing up is enough to get a few bags of food?

If not for His Majesty training them, he would have already stood up and started to argue noisily.

Unexpectedly, after a short break, the second order that His Majesty gave him was even more eccentric. He asked everyone to continue standing in line.

This time, as long as they all survived to the end, they would all get another egg for lunch.

As long as there were people who gave up, everyone would lose the chance to obtain additional eggs.

He heard many people beside him swallow their saliva. Gosh, is this a popular game among nobles?

Lead them around with carrots on a stick?

Damn, he's not a stupid ass! … But if everyone could do it, wouldn't there be two eggs to eat?

This is just the devil's temptation!

They wiped away his overflowing saliva,

he decided to fight for those two eggs!