With long-range troops, of course Bruce knows that he has to have a line resistance class, and the line resistance class is generally a soldier with excellent military literacy and a strong physique, and Sima Yuan was a loyal viewer of Station B before he crossed it, he likes to listen to the video explanations of those military-themed UP masters, after all, country life is too boring.

"It's a pity that I only have a bunch of serfs on my hands." Bruce looked at the thirteen male serfs that he had finally selected, and they stood loosely in front of Bruce with a blank look in their eyes.

Although the serfs were illiterate and could not even stand in an orderly line, but thankfully working in the fields made them stout on all fours, Bruce touched his chin and many types of weapons from history flashed through his mind.

"Stand up, you lazy and stupid guys." While Bruce was still thinking about what weapon to use for them, Edward appeared in his own armor, shouting at the serfs as he walked over.

"Why is he here?" Bruce turned to little Lorianne and asked, since this guy came to Greenton, he stayed in the lord's house every day to eat, sleep and eat, and his originally pale face turned bloody.

Mavis said he would stuff his wooden bed with spiders if he didn't work again. Anne pursed her lips and said to Bruce.

"Lord Lord, leave the training of these serfs to me!" Edward seemed to want to show off his skills as well, and he raised his head and cleared his throat as he said to Bruce.

"How do you want to train them?" Bruce was curious about Edward's proposal, and spoke to Edward.

Edward got Bruce's permission and immediately stepped forward, he strode up to the serfs, and watched the formidable knight step forward, and the serfs all retreated.

"You, come and fight me." Edward took off his armor and pointed to the strongest of the serfs, and said to him.

"Me?" The serf looked around in a panic, he did look stronger than Edward, but he didn't have the guts to swing a fist at a knight.

Bruce nodded to the serf, motioning for him to do as Edward had ordered, and the serf took off his coat and stood shirtless, facing each other.

"Heh~." The serf clenched his fist and struck at Edward, even the serfs in the countryside were no strangers to fighting, but Edward easily dodged, his eyes stared directly at the serf.

The fist hit the body and made a pampa sound, Bruce watched Edward and the serf fight hand-to-hand, but he didn't expect that Edward, who had always looked cowardly, turned out to be a combat master, his fist hit the serf's ribs and abdomen fiercely, knocking the serf to the ground, and in Bruce's eyes, Edward's boxing was quite orderly.

"That's enough." Just as Edward knocked the serfs to their stomachs, Bruce stopped them from continuing.

"My lord, this is a good way to train serfs." Edward exhaled and said to Bruce.

"The Lord God is above, I have never seen a knight fight like this." Anne's eyes widened, and she murmured that the knights' duels were very ritualistic, and that force was a way to show grace in front of nobles or beloved ladies, and that they would never beat each other like ruffians.

"How's it going, little cubs, hahaha." Edward was in a good mood after defeating the serf, he opened his arms and shouted to the serfs, seeing that Edward had defeated the strongest of them with two or three punches, the serfs couldn't help but exclaim, looking at Edward's eyes full of admiration.

"Edward played well, but that's not how I train soldiers." Bruce said to him, and asked Edward to stand by and watch.

"But lords, if they don't know how to attack the enemy, how can they become qualified soldiers?" Edward said with some confusion.

"Although individual combat effectiveness is useful, my soldiers should have a sense of collective honor and absolutely obey my orders."

Bruce decides to shape a real army on his own terms, rather than a lone ranger. He first appointed the serf who had been beaten down by Edward as the captain, and let him stand in front of the serfs, and the serf who was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face was confused.

"Now start lining up." Bruce made the serfs stand in two rows and told them to distinguish between left and right, but the serfs certainly didn't understand which was left and which was right, so Bruce asked Anne to tie a strip of cloth to their left hand.

"Left, left, left, left." So in the open space of the lord's house, thirteen serfs began to line up according to Bruce's slogan, and now not only Edward pouted, but even Anne couldn't help laughing, and some serf children also joined in laughing and watching.

"Don't look around, listen to my commands." Bruce held a short and thick wooden stick, and if there was a serf who was looking around, he would unceremoniously beat it with the stick, and although the corporal punishment was a very rough method, it was very effective, and the serf who had been whipped several times immediately behaved a lot.

"Is this a clown?" Edward said with a disdainful face, the nobles train soldiers to let them fight each other every day, and slowly become familiar with various weapons, and they have never seen this kind of queue to be considered military training.

Ignoring the ridicule of the crowd, Bruce taught the thirteen serfs how to line up over the course of three days, and in order to reflexively condition their formation, Bruce also asked the other villagers to build a longhouse next to the open space of the lord's house, which could accommodate twenty people at a time, which was the primary barracks for the soldiers.

"Toot toot." Every morning, before the sun came out, Bruce took the brass trumpet that the blacksmith had made for him and walked out of the lord's house, and stood in front of the wooden door of the lord's house.

When the sound of the brass horn sounded, Bruce set the military rules, and the soldiers of Grington had to go out to drill and parade, at first those soldiers who were originally serfs did not take it seriously at all, and finally did not have to do heavy farm work, and there was a fixed amount of food delivered every day, so there was a reason not to rest well, but soon they knew that the military rules formulated by Bruce were not fake.

"Edward." Seeing that no one had come out of the longhouse, Bruce said to Edward, who was still yawning and stretching.

"Is it my turn?" Edward, who was still yawning and lazy, immediately came to his senses, he picked up a thick wooden stick and kicked open the door of the longhouse, and beat the soldiers who were still lying on their stomachs and covered their faces, and the soldiers who were beaten all over their heads fled from the longhouse, but if they could not line up according to the queue, they would be beaten by Bruce again.

Early the next morning, Bruce walked out of the door with the brass trumpets, and when he blew the brass trumpets, none of the beaten soldiers came out, and Bruce nodded at Anne.

"Giggles, okay." Anne smiled and rolled up her sleeves, and fetched a bucket of water from the well water, which was the most cold and biting in the morning, and she lifted the bucket and walked into the longhouse, and in less than a moment, the soldiers ran out crying and howling, and everyone was soaked, and they all shivered in the cold wind.

"Well, it seems like a lot of fun, right?" Mavis the swamp witch leaned against the wooden window and said to her sister Monica.

Early in the morning of the third day, Bruce walked out the door with the bronze trumpet, but this time he was accompanied by Mavis and Monica sisters, Mavis looked eager, and Monica covered her face with a hood, so she couldn't see her expression, but she was willing to leave the lord's house and walk out, indicating that she was still in a good mood.

This time half of the soldiers hurried out of the longhouse when the brass trumpet sounded, and they remembered the terrible methods of their lord vividly.

"It's only half." Mavis frowned and said unhappily, Bruce made a gesture of invitation to her, although he said disgusted words, but Mavis and Monica rushed into the longhouse excitedly.

"Ahhhh The frightened shouts of the soldiers rang out in the longhouse, and the rest of the soldiers crawled out of the longhouse without even putting on their clothes.