“Is that the one you brought in?”Roland looked at the ragged civilians in front of him, and his heart floated the impulse to turn around and leave.

"Your Highness, this is sifted according to your requirements," said Carter, "male, non-criminal, over eighteen years old, under forty years old, unmutilated... I have examined it carefully."

Well, he knew he couldn’t expect too much.After all, the world is so low-productivity, eating is a difficult thing, and it is almost normal to wear it.As a prince, his treatment allowed him to ignore this, as long as he walked out of the castle, he could see unclothed and beggars everywhere.In fact, even the castle in the kingdom will have the profession of a cadaver - what they have done is to haul away the hunger of the fallen street every day to be cremated.

What is the battle mode of the world?Roland closed his eyes and thought it over again, um...probably a little higher than a rogue fight.In general, when the lord decides to wage war (or fight - Roland does not think that such a battle can be associated with the word war), he will convene the nobles in his jurisdiction, and the nobles will then convene the lower order of the nobles in their respective territories, such as the Duke summons his count, the count summons the vicomon, the baron, and so on.

Most of these nobles have a group of knights and mercenaries as their own personal strength, they are the main force of the battle, the basic armor is complete, the weapons are excellent.At the same time, they will recruit civilians and farmers in the territory to fight together - in fact, to send grain and grass to the troops, and rush to the front line when they need cannon fodder to fill the pit.The most heavy casualties in the battle are these cannon fodder, the fight between the nobles, as long as they do not die on the battlefield, will generally be captured back to the good for life in exchange for ransom.

Roland naturally did not expect the nobles of the border town to fight him, in fact, they had nothing to do with the border town, mostly by the long song fortress lords of the barons, the territory is also under the jurisdiction of the fortress area.

A force made up entirely of civilians is an extremely imaginative thing in this day and age.They are stupid and ignorant, do not understand the documents, can not understand the order, and have not been trained in professional combat, how can they be compared to the knight who has been practicing swords since the age of ten?

Carter approached Roland and whispered, “Your Highness, this is not feasible.Look at them, who can hold the sword?When you meet the evil beast, I am afraid that it will disperse, but then it will affect the stability of the defense line.I suggest that professional mercenaries be hired from the town of Willow or elsewhere to guard the walls, and that these people keep doing their chores.”

“No, I’ll use them,” Roland refused.He had no good feelings for the group of mercenaries who worked for money, and besides, he formed an army not only to deal with evil beasts—over history, a strong and vital force whose members must come from the people, whether feudal, modern or modern, verified this law countless times.

"Well, you've got it," shrugged the knight, "so I'll start training them tomorrow how to hold the sword."Although it may not be of great use...”

“with a sword?No, you take them in line and run—" Roland suddenly thought that the chief knights might not have experienced it himself, so he changed his mouth, "Call the hunter you were looking for last time, and you can see what I do first."

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**Precise may be more than the last two decades combined.

He saw the four princes of the kingdom, His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon, up close.He passed by himself and smiled at himself, “Oh my God, is this drunk, Prince?”

Three days ago, when the four princes spoke in the square, he knew that this winter would be different from the past, and that they would not go to the long march, but would spend the long winter here.Most of the reasons the prince said, he did not understand, but he agreed with this decision.His brother died in the slums of the fortress two years ago, without food for a whole month, and he bought some black bread with his brother on a few copper plates he earned for unloading the dock.But that winter was too cold, the slum shacks were leaking everywhere, and this food could not even maintain the body temperature, and his brother did not wake up after he was sick and unconscious.

In the border town, he had at least one brick-layed house, no need to be afraid of falling for several days of heavy snow.He also saw the pier piled up with wheat from elsewhere and was moving into the castle in batches.Therefore, when he heard the news of the recruitment of the four princes, he rushed to the first time.

Of course, the reason for tempting him to give up the gravel work and immediately came to apply, and the salary of up to ten silver wolves in that month.This is like a well-known craftsman!He was no young, and by the spring of next year he was going to marry tavern maid Ñleel as his wife, and now he had not much to save money.

As for what the militia should do in the notice, he was not concerned at all.In any case, it is not for those noble masters to carry things, or to lay hands on the patrolmen, and will never let them climb the wall to fight against crazy evil beasts.

The screening process is still very strict, and the glittering knight's eyes make **** a little afraid.Fortunately, he also passed the review of his strong body, and many skinny guys were carried out by the knights.In the end, only a hundred people were left.

But * * * * * * million wonder, training them, it is the Prince himself!

The passers-by were all taken to the meadow to the west of the border town, where behind them was the wall being built, and before them was a continuous hidden forest.

The prince ordered everyone to stand in line, and went to rest.A few days ago, it rained, the ground was still wet mud, and the water penetrated through the soles of the feet, making him feel uncomfortable.Not to mention that the prince's position is not ordinary, the hand must be placed vertically on both sides of the thigh, and the back of the back requires straight.

Standing for a quarter of an hour felt exhausted, which was more difficult than breaking a stone with a shammer.But he gritted his teeth and tried to hold on.Because your Highness has said before, whoever moves, will have one less egg for lunch.I haven’t tasted eggs in a long time.Apparently the people around me thought so, and despite the stumbling, most people persevered.

It was not until the prince announced his rest on the spot that he found that he had sweated, and the whole standing time was not long, at most two minutes.Those who did not persist in the end were chagrined, as if they saw the rolling eggs far away from them.

Just *** I don't understand, what's the use of this?Can you just stand and hold more bags of dry food?

Had it not been for the revered Prince who had been training them, he would have been clamoring long ago.

Unexpectedly, after a short rest, the second order announced by His Highness was even more strange.He asked everyone to continue to line up, this time, if no one moved, then a whole egg was added to lunch.As long as one person gives up, everyone will lose the opportunity to add eggs.

***I heard a sound of water.

Hell, is this a popular trick among the aristocracy of the kingdom?With a carrot boom to play everyone around, he is not a stupid donkey!

But if everyone could do it, wouldn’t there be two eggs to eat?

It is simply the temptation of the devil, *** smeared the mouth of the spilled mouth, for the egg, he fought!