The next day, three or two cavalrymen appeared in the village of Greenton, usually an adult on horseback, holding a family flag in his hand, followed by a child of about 11 or 12 years old, the child followed behind the horse on foot, Bruce held his hands on the battlements and looked at the people who came through the village road, and he glanced at Edward beside him.

"Lord Baron, the nobles have sent their children as agreed." Edward said to Bruce.

"Organize these noble children into a class, let the villagers build a longhouse next to the lord's house, and they will conduct military training with the newly selected sergeants every day, and leave the aristocratic etiquette and daily routine to Anne." Bruce instructed Edward.

"Understood, Lord Baron, I have sent conscripted cavalry, and they will soon gather all the would-be soldiers from all over the land of Greater Greenton." Edward reports to Bruce.

"The nobles won't have any complaints, will they?" Bruce asked with some concern as he looked at the aristocratic children who had walked under the walls of Glinton and looked around curiously.

"Of course not, it is the duty of the nobility to send their children to a superior noble family for training, and when these children grow up, sending them to us can also reduce a lot of burden on their family." Edward shrugged his shoulders and said to Bruce.

"If it's just because of the food, we have plenty of them here, and these people will be the backbone of Grinton's military power in the future." Bruce gestured to the children gathered in front of the lord's mansion and said to Edward with relief.

"Are you going to lecture now?" Edward asked.

"No, you go instead of me, I'm going to see the work of the blacksmith now." Bruce shook his head, during the campaign for Duke Bermesey, the Glinton militia was well trained to withstand any enemy, but the rudimentary equipment and weapons suffered a bit, Bruce sent the weapons and equipment captured from the battlefield to the hydro blacksmith shop, ordering a new batch of equipment to be rebuilt.

The Hydro Blacksmith was in the same house as the Hydro Mill, and the water wheels they used were a set of things, and when the Mill was not in use, the craftsmen removed the wooden shafts from the mill and installed them on the other side of the river, and it was Mickey's son and Marcus who were in charge of the blacksmith shop.

Marcus is an artist from the South, but he is very obsessed with Bruce's various inventions, when Bruce painted some weapons and equipment, Marcus was amazed by Bruce's genius on the one hand, but on the other hand, he had to feel unbearable for Bruce's rough painting, so he volunteered to be a painter.

"Bang bang bang." The runner rotated under the wash of the river, and the wooden shafts and gear parts of the linkage struck the heavy hammer on the iron felt, and suddenly made a crisp sound in the blacksmith's shop.

"Here you need to hammer it down again, and you need to recess it in, so that you can wear it on your body to play a protective role." Marcus picked up a piece of tin cuirass and said to Mickey's son.

"Understood, Mr. Marcus." Mickey's son nodded hurriedly and said, he respected this almost omnipotent Mr. Marcus, and the blacksmith shop has recruited three apprentices, in addition to making ordnance for Bruce, the blacksmith shop also undertakes the work of making some farm tools, the power of the hydraulic hammer is very large, the iron products made are very popular, and Mickey's son gradually became rich.

"Looks like you're doing a good job!" Bruce stood outside the door, and he looked out at the newly renovated blacksmith shop, and above the doorway hung a wooden sign with an iron felt painted on it, telling people that this was a blacksmith shop that was open.

"Oh, it's the Baron." Mickey's son quickly wiped his hands on the leather apron, he took off his hat, and stood respectfully in front of Bruce, and Marcus quickly straightened up.

"Go ahead with your work." Bruce smiled and patted Mickey's son on the shoulder, who would have thought that not long ago, the father and son would only be able to build a horseshoe under a thatched hut.

"Allow me, on behalf of my father, to thank Lord Baron for his grace." Mickey's son did not leave, knowing that everything in his family depended on Bruce, and although the making of ordnance was obligatory, Bruce subsidized the blacksmith shop and allowed them to conduct private business activities.

"It's all a reward for your skill and hard work." Bruce didn't take credit for this, and he said to Mickie.

"Lord Baron, leave the greetings at the back, and see if this helmet meets your requirements." Marcus was not so particular, although he lived in the territory of Bruce, but in fact this kind of artist who was accustomed to freedom did not regard himself as a vassal, and he took out a sample from the wooden cabinet next to him.

"Oh, it is." When he saw the sample in Marcus's hand, Bruce's eyes lit up, this is a high-topped iron helmet painted according to Bruce's imagination, the prototype is the high-topped helmet of the Spanish conquistador, the two ends are upturned like a boat, smooth appearance, Marcus also used his artist's skills, carved on it with a fine flower motif pattern, it looks like a helmet with a silver luster is very gorgeous.

"Look, you can have ropes tied to your chin on both sides, so it's very secure." Marcus said to Bruce.

"Great, how long will it take to make a helmet like this?" Bruce excitedly picked up the high-topped helmet and asked carefully.

"About a month." Marcus said.

"What, one top a month?" Bruce opened his mouth in surprise, this thing is going to be mass-produced, how long will it take for him to use it for the entire Glinton Legion for such a long time?

"No way, these patterns and smooth surfaces are very time-consuming." Marcus scratched his hair helplessly, he felt that a month was his own, and if he handed it over to someone else, he might not be able to complete it for a year.

"Uh, me, I don't need the pattern on this, I just need a helmet." Bruce was almost vomited blood by Marcus, how could a helmet for an ordinary soldier be so troublesome, as long as it was out of shape, it was enough to protect the soldier's head.

"Oh, that's basically three times a week." Marcus breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and said to Bruce.

"Three tops in seven days, well, this speed is okay." Bruce nodded with satisfaction, this is like words! But then he asked about the cuirass, and according to Bruce's original idea, a soldier would be equipped with a high-topped helmet, cuirass, arm guards, leg armor, a spear, and a short sword, and of course a military blanket, water bottle, and flint.

"With all due respect, Lord Baron, I can actually build all this equipment for you, but the problem is that you don't have that much iron and leather." Marcus spread his hands helplessly, although Bruce captured a lot of trophies from the battlefield, but those worn-out weapons and armor were a little unusable, and most of them were rebuilt, barely able to make helmets and spear heads.

"yes, let's make the helmet and spear first." Bruce couldn't help but touch his chin, it seems that it is not enough to make war money alone, and he also needs stronger financial and trade support.