The Release That Witch
Chapters 25's

"These are the people you chose?" when Roland saw the group of civilians wearing shabby clothes, all of his courage instantly disappeared.

"Your Majesty, these are the people who meet your requirements" Carter said. He began counting it with his fingers, "men, no criminal record, between the ages of 18 - 40 years, without disability ... I carefully checked everything."

Well, he knew he shouldn't have expected 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 his entire body, begging for something to eat. In fact, in the capital of the Kingdom of Graycastle there was a job as a corpse-carrier - the only thing they did was to gather the people who starved to death and then burn their bodies every day.

So what are the general fighting forces in this world? Roland closed his eyes and reviewed his plan carefully, 'Ah'. Generally, when the Lords decided to go to war (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 lower nobles to govern them, just as the Duke would choose the Earl, the Earl would choose the Viscounts, the Viscounts would choose, and they'll again 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 complete armor and advanced weapons. At the same time, they would recruit civilians and farmers working in their region to help during the fighting - in fact, the, 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. The most people killed on the battlefield were the ones used as cannon fodder. Battles between nobles rarely resulted in one's death; they would usually 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 relationship with Border Town. Most of the local Barons lived in Longsong Fortress. The fortress was also under the jurisdiction of the regional aristocracy.

The all-civil power in this day and age is a very imaginative thing. After all, they were stupid and ignorant, failed to understand strategy, were also unable to understand the command structure, and they had not received any professional combat training either. 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 worth it. You look at them and tell me, which one of them can 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, 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 land, and besides, he did not, he had not formed his army just to deal with demonic beasts - throughout history it had been seen that only the strength that a Member derived from his own decency would be strong and full of vitality. Whether it was a feudal power, an army from the not-too-distant past or a modern army army, there were many examples that verified this rule.

"Well, you decide" Carter said, shrugging his shoulders. "Then will I start training them from tomorrow onwards? Although I don't know how useful it would be ..."

"With sword? No, first you'll take them all for long distance running." Roland suddenly recalled the fact that his main knight had never experienced this kind of training. Without a better choice, he had to change his plan, "Try to find the hunter from last time and bring him to me. You two will be the first to see how I will handle the training."

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Today's experience may be more unimaginable than what has happened in the past two decades combined.

He actually saw His Highness, the 4th Prince Roland Wimbledon from 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 Fortress, 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 most in the outcome of this decision. Her own brother died two years ago in the slums of Longsong Fortress 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 no possibility to maintain their body temperature, they cannot survive. When her brother was sick, she 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 with falling snow. He also saw many ships filled with wheat anchored in the dock, and then the wheat was gradually moved into the castle. Therefore, 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's no longer a boy. 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 the beast from climbing the wall, and resist the crazy attacks of the demonic beasts.

But he never expected that the one who would train them would be His Highness the Prince himself!

For their training, they were taken to the grass field to the west of Border Town. In the background of the city walls were being built, and in front of them was a continuously expanding forest.

The prince ordered everyone to march, and then he went to the location to rest. A few days ago it was raining heavily, so the ground was still damp and muddy. Water infiltrated his shoes along the seams in the sole, which made his entire 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 for a break, he found that his back was already drenched in sweat and the entire time standing was 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 egg rolling away from him.

He just doesn't understand. Why should they practice this strange attitude? Just standing up 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 command His Majesty gave was even more eccentric. He asked everyone to keep waiting. This time, as long as they all survived to the end, they would all get an extra egg for lunch. As long as one gave up, everyone would lose the chance to obtain additional eggs.

He heard many people beside him gulp down their saliva.

Shit, is this a popular game among nobles? Lead them with a carrot 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! Wiping his overflowing saliva, he decided to fight for two eggs!

TN: SIREN:

One egg to master it all, though,

One egg to train them, though,

One egg to carry it all,

And in the future world, tie them up.