The Release That Witch
Chapters 26's

"Your Majesty, what does this mean?" Previously Carter only thought that the prince was just acting at will and alone, but now he thought he had become strange.

In the theory of how to train a soldier, the knight chief does not think that there are more professionals than themselves. His family had a complete set of traditional training methods, from the age of ten to fifteen, there would only be 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-tier warriors, known as Knights - of course, 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 put it up for you on paper. "

In the age of cold weapons, was two or three months of training enough to train a good group of soldiers? Roland did not think of this question and he also did not need any of the Spartan warriors wearing panties that could split wild beasts with their bare hands. The individual combat power of the Roland people might not be strong but they had to be well disciplined and execute every order 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 strong cohesive unit. 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 defend twice the time of the previous round 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 transported by carriages out of the city. In addition to food, the carriage also contains many bowls and spoons.

Van'er licked his lips, ready to jump into the carriage. But he along with the others were 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 was jostling to get into a good position. Van'er was very lucky, he was standing at the forefront of the outermost row. Of course, some people expressed their annoyance. 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 rearguard.

Stupid, Van'er thought as he looked at the man in the front line of the rioters. He recognized. He is the best street fighter in town, also known as the 'Insane Fist'. 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 pitiful picture. Look at his bad looks now!

He felt that he had already understood His Majesty's preference.

It becomes 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 even deliberately looked for trouble to concern themselves with.

When the lid of the barrel is opened, Van'er can smell the strong smell of food.

When his scent dispersed, he almost lost himself to temptation. The crowd also became agitated, but along with a rumbling sound to silence came from the head knight. Van'er thought they might have to line up 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. Given the example of the Insane Fist, they all stood quietly, waiting for the food patiently.

Barrel filled with hot wheat porridge. To Van'er's surprise, he found that the porridge even contained jerky! Although it was only a small piece of jerky, it was still meat! After he got his share of the porridge, he also got his wish - the egg.

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. He had not enjoyed such a delicious meal for a long time. And even more remarkable was that he actually felt a sense of fullness. Eating wheat porridge with black bread, even when compared to Heaven, it could not 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 had 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 Forest Guard came out and started teaching them how to set up a tent.

Van'er knew him - there was no one in this city who did not know Iron Axe. His exceptional skill in archery even made the city's most experienced hunter think that it was 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 stay by the side of the knight before. Van'er frowned. In the end, what was His Majesty planning? He is a former Sand citizen.

"Do you really intend to appoint the person from the Sand Country as captain?" Carter had the same question, "He doesn't belong to Graycastle. He's not even a person from our continent."

"The magician also does not belong to Graycastle," Roland disagreed, "but they all came from Border Town. Besides, don't you see what's going on?"

"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. Don't worry though. You can also choose two captains. By the way, in the future we will increase the number of teams, so it is not bad to grow some promising talents now. Oh yea! I've already written down the training rules. Compared to the people in 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. The training content was unheard of - for example, in the afternoon everyone had to 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 way. 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 type of exercise, he was afraid that most would roll from one side to the other at night.

If the first few exercises were already difficult to understand, then the last practice left Carter feeling very confused.

"Every day after dinner, they all had to go to Mr. Karl's college to receive cultural training."

"Your Majesty ... What does cultural training mean? 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 part, I'll explain it personally to Karl. You just have to send it."

"But why do you want to do this? Learning to read and write would be useless against demonic monsters!"

"Who said it?" Roland had to yawn, "A good unit should also be highly educated. This is a lesson from history ."