Bruce's reputation for lust and debauchery spread throughout the Duchy of Bemessy, and the vassal nobles were not very optimistic about the future of the Locke family, believing that with such an absurd lord, the Locke family would be weakened.

"So, we just need to send one force." Bruce couldn't help but laugh when he got the news.

"Lord Baron, your acting this time is too much, and the nobles are spreading your unfavorable image." Stukov sighed, and when the messenger left, Bruce immediately stood up in good spirits and washed the potion off his face with water, and the retainers knew that everything was just Bruce acting.

"So what?" Bruce said nonchalantly, he didn't care about the so-called fame and image.

"A bad reputation is not good for you." Stukov, on the other hand, thought that Bruce's bad reputation would definitely bring him into trouble.

"Not necessarily." However, Elder Warren didn't think so, and he walked up to Bruce and the others on crutches, and Bruce looked at the Elder Greenton.

"Elder?" Stukov and the others also looked at him in wonder, not understanding why the elders thought that this matter was not serious.

"The reputation of aristocracy is sometimes not a bad thing, and it may bring special surprises, hehehe." Elder Warren touched his silver beard and said to everyone with a smile.

Bruce felt that his reputation was good or bad, what really cared about him was the reaction of Duke Bemessi, judging from the duke's reaction, he should have really accepted himself, rather than set a trap against himself, if so, Bruce felt that he could take his soldiers to find out.

"What, you're going to take the soldiers to answer the duke's summons?" When they heard that Bruce was going to take the recruits to the Duke's castle, the retainers suddenly stared at each other, and Bruce even went to the duke's place in order not to go to the duke, even at the cost of discrediting himself, and now he wanted to go, isn't this a contradiction.

"That's right, I'm going to personally lead the soldiers into battle." Bruce announced loudly.

"But the soldiers haven't been trained yet." Phoebe frowned, the recruits were still in the training stage, although the soldiers who had just been selected had high morale, strong obedience, and strong physique, but they had not yet mastered how to use weapons, so it was probably too early to go into battle like this.

"I ask you, how are they running?" Bruce asked about the running of the Phoebe soldiers, who had to run dozens of laps around the territory every day, and everyone was miserable at first, but gradually they got used to it.

"They ran very well, both in terms of speed and stamina." Phoebe nodded, and at first the spearmen followed, but then Phoebe could only ride a horse and supervise herself.

"That's good, they've been trained well enough." Bruce smiled, and with a wave of his hand, he decided to take this rookie army to respond to the call.

Mickey, the blacksmith, learned of the news the day after the meeting, and more than two hundred people gathered in front of the barracks to listen to the announcement of the noble Phoebe, much to the surprise of the recruits.

"But we don't know how to use weapons yet?" As a military tribune, Mitch felt obligated to give his opinion, and he plucked up the courage to speak to Phoebe.

"The next time you ask a question, you have to raise your hand and ask for permission." Phoebe said to Mickey in a serious way, this strange rule was also made by Bruce.

"Yes, sir." Mickey quickly puffed up his chest and said loudly.

"You don't need to know how to use weapons, this time our mission is to feel the atmosphere of war." At this time, Baron Bruce held a red apple in one hand, took a hard bite, the juice flowing sideways on the side of his mouth, and said in a muffled voice.

"Huh?" The soldiers of the Greenton militia looked at each other, they did not understand what the baron meant.

"I've got something for you, and I'm sending it to you now." Bruce swallowed the flesh of the apple, and with a wave of his hand, several servants immediately carried up a large bundle of things.

"What is this?" The soldiers looked at each other inexplicably, and even Phoebe and Ken looked confused.

"This is the guy you saved your life this time." Bruce grinned and walked over to the pile, patted the pile of cloth and said.

Bruce brought the soldiers strips of leggings, and he asked the soldiers to tie the leggings to their legs, which are actually essential for soldiers on long marches, which can effectively reduce the burden on their legs, so that their legs will not be easily swollen during the march.

"Now that the Duke has re-accepted me as a vassal, although the Glinton militia is now short of armor and weapons, we still have to fulfill the duties of vassals, we have to eat, bah, come again, and be loyal to the Duke." Bruce raised his right hand and said loudly with a righteous and awe-inspiring look, making the retainers look sideways.

"What the hell is the Baron up to?" Stukov couldn't help but say to Edward, who could only shrug his shoulders helplessly.

At first, the retainers thought that Bruce was just talking, after all, the Greenton militia had no preparation at all, not only the armor had not yet been made, but even less than a third of the weapons were equipped, and the soldiers were wearing their own coarse linen clothes, which looked like a group of beggars from a distance.

"The Greenton militia advance ~~." But when Bruce mounted his horse and waved his hand vigorously, the Glinton militia formed a neat line and followed the baron with their steps, and the retainers panicked.

"Damn, what the hell is this idiot trying to do?" Stukov slowly pulled his horse out of the stable, turned on his horse and chased after him, and Edward and the others found their mounts in disarray, and followed.

"Hahaha, is Phoebe the monarch we want to serve?" Ken almost fell off his horse and laughed as he looked at Phoebe, who had a black face, and laughed.

"Completely inadequate, what the hell is this about?" Phoebe was completely confused by Bruce, even if Lord Jeffrey was fighting, he would plan and act again and again, logistics and supplies, soldiers' weapons and armor, and morale would all need to be considered, and Bruce's actions at this time were completely like children playing at home.

"How loud the victory song is~~." Bruce was in high spirits, he rode on his horse and sang to the soldiers holding the flag of the Locke family behind him, the hundreds of soldiers behind him were neat and orderly, and at first glance they seemed a little mighty, but if you looked closely, you would find that many of the soldiers were bare-handed, except for the spear and pestle soldiers in the middle, who had weapons, only a few soldiers were holding old spears and broken shields.

"Lord God, please bless us." Stukov couldn't help but pray to the sky.