Since Anthony said that there was no problem, the two senior generals no longer had to worry about the private troops. And after this conversation, their awe of Anthony was even greater. At the same time, they are more confident in the future of the army and the future of the glorious empire.

**No words.

Early the next morning, the army continued to march.

The officers and men of Hanover were surprised to find that today's march was a little different from yesterday's.

Yesterday they were in the lead, and Tang Feng led his 1,300 men to fall behind. As they hurried, they did all sorts of training, and all they saw was a small group of soldiers and officers at the back of the line. The vast majority of soldiers and low-ranking officers had no idea that one of their fraternal units was working so hard.

But whether you know it or not, everyone enjoys the same treatment today.

Of course, this method of training while marching is not something that can be played by pulling out a single unit at random, nor is it something that any officer can easily learn and master.

Yesterday, when I saw Tang Feng and his troops training, the generals and commanders only showed respect and admiration for their hard work. It wasn't until today that they personally conducted the command that they realized the difficulty.

It is inevitable that they will be in a hurry, and as for the training effect, the generals and commanders no longer dare to expect extravagance, and they are not so cheeky to ask Anthony.

Because as long as they made a simple comparison with Tang Feng and them, the generals immediately understood that what they and others were playing was only a basic and simple version.

How can this work?

The generals were ashamed and ruthless. Forget about 300 Aberdeen soldiers, and the 1,000 private soldiers are their Hannover natives. Just a month ago, the rabble who would only fight with their own bravery was far inferior to these warriors under their command.

But now look at it, they carried out the instructions and completed all kinds of tactical actions, and they did a good job, or at least it looked like that. Looking back at his men, the commotion was a mess.

In addition to being ashamed and introspective, the generals and commanders also had a hint of joy in their hearts.

In the two battles, they lost clearly and clearly. Especially for the second time, the private troops, whose training time was still short, still had obvious stagnation between the launch and operation of the array. However, under Anthony's fantastic command, the formation was divided and divided, and the troops on their own side were powerless to fight back.

Such an opponent will undoubtedly make the enemy feel hopeless. But if it is your own person, it will inevitably make people want to ask for advice and learn.

It's just that the young commanders are willing to teach first, and whether they can learn it with their own qualifications makes the generals feel even less confident.

The reason why famous generals are admired and sought after by the world, in addition to the fact that they do have ability, is more important because of their rarity.

If you pull a random person on the side of the street, you can keep the army in good order and command the battle with great skill, then the famous generals on the mainland will not be so valuable.

The reason for the scarcity of famous players is precisely limited by qualifications. Not everyone is able to be a good commander. In the same way, it does not mean that famous generals will teach them, and students will definitely become a new generation of famous players.

Today's marching training made the generals in Hanover quite tired and embarrassed, and also made them see that the gap between themselves and Anthony was all-round. But most importantly, they should be able to learn this method of training soldiers!

That's enough!

The generals of Hanover, though ******** by the training they had never heard of, were excited and enthusiastic about this masochistic and abusive training—of course, by their men.

Anthony sat on his horse, withdrew his observational gaze, and nodded slightly.

Of course, there is nothing to praise for the performance of the army, but after all, it is the first time, and that's it.

Anthony was pleased that both the generals at the top and the officers and soldiers at the bottom were enthusiastic.

It's a good start.

The Grand Duke of Smowa trusted him and entrusted his entire army to him. The generals and soldiers were also in awe, admiration, and confidence in him. It seems that under his leadership Antony, it is easy to quell the internal strife in the Empire, and the counteroffensive and annexation of the Riga Empire are just around the corner.

But Anthony, who had high hopes, did not dare to be so blindly optimistic.

War is not a game. It involves recruitment, training, equipment production, procurement, marching, reconnaissance, logistics and supply, and so on.

And the life-and-death struggle of hand-to-hand combat is only a small part of it.

People only saw the scenery of General Chang Sheng's destruction of the city and his triumphant return, and how could they have known how much sweat and thought he had secretly paid for this moment.

For example, in Taranto's counterinsurgency battle, people only saw him being ordered to turn the tide. It seems that he Anthony is the god of war, and as soon as he takes over, he can make the army feel like a new life and give full play to its potential.

However, if it weren't for the fact that Anthony had spent nearly half a year getting along with the soldiers day and night, he would have been carefully observing every major battle, and he would have been quite familiar with the capabilities and characteristics of the various units of the counterinsurgency army. Suddenly took the baton, needless to say resist Frankie's fierce attack, he was able to not mess up his position, and he gave a big gift to the enemy.

Like the army in front of him, how strong the troops are, whether they are good at attacking or defending, how strong the willpower of the soldiers is, and whether they can fight tough battles, these Anthony must understand clearly. Moreover, you can't listen to other people's narratives and reports, you must personally observe and analyze and judge by yourself.

Only in this way can he command the battle with ease.

It was for this reason that, despite knowing that time was tight and the battle was raging, Anthony insisted that the army be trained on the march. Even at the expense of marching speed.

The training effect is secondary, and knowing and familiarizing himself with the troops under his command is his main purpose.

Otherwise, the soldiers do not know the generals, and the generals do not know the soldiers, no matter how fast they go, they will only rush to deliver food to people, which will not help the overall situation.

In this way, the army marched and trained at the same time, and had slowly entered the geographical scope of the imperial capital.

The soldiers hadn't played this before, and they were all tortured enough. The officers in charge of training in various units have gradually adapted to it and are happy to do so.

Although the soldiers who received the training complained bitterly, it was as if they were going to die of exhaustion on the ground in the next moment, and they could not get up again.

However, the eyes of the generals and commanders were getting brighter and brighter, and they were already feeling the obvious changes in the troops.

It works!

How much the combat effectiveness of the troops will be improved still needs to wait for the test of actual combat. Since it is necessary to ensure a certain speed of marching, Anthony will never engage in any actual combat exercises. But whether an army is elite or not does not have to be fought to know. The speed of assembly, the neatness of the formation, and the speed of responding to orders can all reflect the true strength of an army.

The effect was remarkable, and the enthusiasm of the generals was high. If it weren't for Anthony controlling the intensity of training, the fighters would probably have been trained by their commander as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they would not be able to get up the next day.

……

About 100 miles west of the outskirts of the imperial capital, there is a wide official road running through the north and south. Next to the official road, there is an open and flat meadow. A tall platform made of thick logs rises from the ground and stands beside it.

Although the construction materials of the high platform were poor, it was clearly the result of a temporary need and haste to build it. But the polishing and decoration did not spare any effort, the red carpet on the ground, the seats on the stage, everywhere revealed a graceful and luxurious atmosphere.

Two big flags were erected on one side of the platform, fluttering in the wind and making the sound of hunting.

Even if they don't know what the two flags mean, just looking at the bright yellow color, no subject of the Glorious Empire can mistake what it represents.

The Alexandra family!

Imperial royalty!

Beckenbauer? Alexandra stood in the middle of the high platform, looking into the distance, looking north of the official road.

Looks like he's waiting for someone?

Now that the war between the two countries is in full swing, the situation of the glorious empire is even more tense.

At this juncture, His Majesty King Beckenbauer actually put aside all military and political affairs, left the heavily protected palace, and ventured to this remote grassland, where who awaited the arrival?

Who has such a big face? Who has that much ability?

His Majesty the King was certainly not alone, and standing behind him on the high platform were a number of ministers in the court.

And under the high platform, there are neatly arranged phalanxes of troops.

From the high platform, at a glance, it is densely packed with people. But these warriors just stood quietly, even if they had been standing for nearly an hour, still holding their heads high and their waists and legs straight.

Even His Majesty the King has been standing, and what reason do they, the warriors who have been tempered into steel, have to complain.

What's more, they are directly under the royal family and directly under the orders of His Majesty the King's Royal Corps! It is the highest salary, the best equipment, the strictest selection, and the hardest training of the Imperial ace troops!

As long as His Majesty the King gave an order, even if there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of them, they would pass through it without blinking an eye. Not to mention, it's just a simple formation standing still.

In the anticipation of His Majesty the King and all others, there was finally a movement in the far north.

I saw the dust billowing in the distance, reaching straight into the sky. A sound of neat footsteps of "stepping and stepping" faintly came into people's ears. The grass under his feet seemed to follow the footsteps, vibrating slightly rhythmically.

Finally, it's close.

The army from the north, 10 people in a row, lined up in a neat long queue, strode along the official road.

At the head of the ranks were 300 hoplites wearing helmets, spears and full body armor.

And at the head of the whole army were two young men and women riding their horses.

That's Arlina and Anthony.

As the princess of the empire, Yalina even deliberately fell behind by half a horse, leaving the most prominent and prominent position to the sunny boy with a gentle smile.

"Hooray!"

"Hooray! Long live His Majesty the King! ”

The royal legions, who were waiting in array on both sides, suddenly burst out into a shout.

Immediately after, the Northern Legion, which came from afar, also joined the shouts:

"Long live the glorious empire!"