The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 26: Lessons from History

"Your Majesty, what does this mean?"

Previously Carter only thought that the prince was just acting arbitrarily and alone, but now he thought he was becoming strange.

In his theory of how to train a soldier, the knight chief did not think that there was a more professional way than their own way.

His family had a complete set of traditional training methods, from the age of ten to fifteen years old,

there were only five years to develop the body and master all kinds of weapons used by a soldier.

If they trained for more than five years, then they would become top warriors, known as Knights –

of course, the trainees should not have civilian backgrounds.

Seeing the group of fools in front of him, who only thought of eating eggs in their minds, Carter became furious! Eggs are expensive!

Roland spoke directly to his ear, “Take a good look and remember everything.

This is the kind of training that should be done in the next few days.

Of course, some details will change. I'll make the list for you on paper.”

In the age of cold weapons, was two or three months of training enough to train a good group of warriors?

Roland did not think of this question and he also did not need any of the Spartan soldiers who wore the ********** that could tear wild animals with their bare hands.

The individual combat strength of the Roland people might not be strong but they had to be well disciplined and execute every command without fail.

Often group strength is more important than individual strength. So, he needed them to immediately form a unit.

To accomplish this task quickly and turn to military training to improve the current situation is the best option.

From his personal experience, he knew that one month would be enough to mold a group of people from all over the country into a single powerful entity.

Regardless of the process, the goal is clear. And when this group of people learned to follow orders, Roland could start implementing the next step of his plan.

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Van'er eventually fails to get a second egg to eat.

This time, they had to stay double the amount of time the previous round had until one's legs became weak and he could no longer hold on.

Right at this moment, the 4th prince allowed everyone to rest and then he ordered his servant to serve lunch.

It manages to divert the anger from the weak to the anticipation of eating.

At this point, Van'er begins to suspect that His Majesty may never have intended to let them get a second egg.

The lunch was packed in four large barrels, which were taken by train out of town.

In addition to food, the carriage also contained many bowls and spoons. Van'er licked his lips, ready to jump onto the carriage.

But he was with everyone stopped by the head of the knight, who was standing in front of them.

His Highness the Prince ordered everyone to line up in four rows and advance one by one to retrieve their tableware.

Anyone who disrupts order will be forced to retreat to the end of the queue and get their last meal.

The line was very noisy as everyone went in to get into a good position.

Van'er had very good luck, he was standing at the front of the outermost row.

Of course, some people expressed their deep hatred.

So within the ranks, the sounds of people fighting with words and movements could be heard.

Immediately the knights and some guards rushed into the crowd selecting the rioters to be sent to the back line.

Stupid, Van'er thought as he looked at the man at the forefront of the rioters. He recognized.

He is the best street fighter in town, also known as 'Crazy Boxing'.

He usually relied on violence to cause trouble everywhere.

Now, with only his bare hands against knights and guards armed with swords, he gave a depressing picture.

Look at his bad looks now! He felt that he had understood His Majesty's preference. It was to become a unit.

Standing upright, side by side, the team must form a line. Everyone has to line up to get something to eat, always keep order, never get out…

Van'er had previously heard from a knowledgeable businessman that some nobles had strange hobbies.

And that is that everything should be arranged in order, everything that stands out will be forced back into place.

In Van'er's opinion, people like this are just bored and there is nothing better to do.

So they will even deliberately find trouble to occupy themselves. He had not expected that His Majesty would become such a person.

When the lid of the barrel is opened, Van'er can smell the strong smell of food. When his scent spread, he almost lost himself to temptation.

The crowd also became restless, but simultaneously a roar for silence came from the knight's head.

Van'er thought that they might have to march again.

Sure enough, the 4th prince had everyone get their cutlery first and then lined up again to receive food.

Even so, they all had to gulp and hold back the rumbling stomach.

The barrels were filled with hot wheat porridge. To Van'er's surprise, he found that the porridge even contained jerky!

Even though it was only a small piece of jerky, it was still meat!

After getting the porridge part, she also got her wish – eggs.

Van'er almost devoured his food. It seemed like he had not eaten for days, as he licked the bottom of his bowl again and again after finishing his meal.

He did not even have time to bite the egg, as he swallowed it whole, directly sending it to his stomach. Because he ate too fast and was not careful, his tongue blistered.

After putting down the empty bowl, Van'er patted his stomach and happily burped. For a long time he did not enjoy such a delicious meal.

And even more remarkable was that he actually felt a sense of fullness. Eat wheat porridge with black bread, and,

even when compared to Heaven, it couldn't be better. If he could eat like this every day,

even fighting on the front lines against demonic beasts would be worth it, right?

After dinner, they all got a long break. During this time everyone was brought back inside the city walls, walking all the way to the city patrol camp.

A burly man with the rank of Ranger came out and started teaching them how to set up a tent.

Van'er knows him – there is no one in town who does not know Iron Axe.

His exceptional skill at making even the most experienced hunter in the city think that it is the pinnacle of perfection.

Wait a minute, since when did the Iron Axe work for the 4th prince?

It seemed like he had seen him being at the side of the knights before. Vaner frowned.

In the end, what is His Majesty planning?

He is a former Sand citizen.

"Do you really intend to appoint a man from the Sand Country as captain?"

Carter holds the same question, “He does not belong to Graycastle.

He is not even a person from our continent.”

"The magician also does not belong to Graycastle,"

Roland disagreed, though,

"but they all belong to Border Town. Besides, didn't you see what happened?”

"But, Your Majesty ..."

"Don't worry," Roland patted the knight on the shoulder, "In Border Town,

we don't care about anyone's origin. As long as there is no violation of the laws of the Kingdom, they will all become my beloved people.

You really don't have to worry. You can also choose two captains. In any case, in the future, we will expand the number of teams, the,

so it's not bad to develop some promising talent now.

Oh that's right!

I have written the training rules. Compared to the people from the Sand Country, I think you should be more concerned about this. ”

Carter took the parchment out of Roland's hand. Sweeping through the contents from start to finish, he suddenly felt dizzy.

Training content is unheard of – for example, in the afternoon everyone should run around Border Town after lunch until sunset.

The regulations even emphasize that everyone should do this and that they are allowed to help each other on the road.

If they persevered without giving up until the end, they would all get an extra egg for dinner.

Another example is when at night the wolf whistle is blown, everyone should report immediately.

With this kind of practice, he was afraid that most of them would roll from one side to the other at night.

If the first few exercises were already elusive, then the last one, made Carter feel very confused.

“Every day after dinner, they all have to go to Pak Karl's campus to receive cultural training.”

“Yang Mulia... What is the meaning of cultural training?

Do they have to learn to read and write?”

“I hope so, but the time is too short. Karl could only teach them a few simple words and numbers.

This section, I will personally explain to Karl. You just have to send them."

“But why do you want to do this? Learning how to read and write will not help to fight against demonic beasts!”

"Who said it?" Roland had to yawn, though,

“A good unit should also be well educated. This is a lesson from history.”