On the fourth day, these serfs already knew their location, seeing that they had gradually become soldiers, Bruce struck while the iron was hot and began to let the soldiers exercise their physical strength, remembering that in a UP master who specialized in carrying the military system of the Roman Empire, he said in a video of foreigner research that the Roman legions paid great attention to the physical training of soldiers.

Bruce's way of exercising the soldiers' physical strength is to run with weights, let the soldiers run around Grindon with stones on their backs, if there are people who lag behind, they will be beaten by Bruce with wooden sticks, and the panting soldiers will not be able to rest immediately after running around the territory with stones on their backs, and then they will not be able to rest immediately after returning to the barracks, Bruce tells them to have to lift a large stone placed in front of the barracks ten times, of course, the first person to finish will have the same meat to eat as the nobles, and the last person will have no food to eat.

"What a devil." Edward couldn't help but be stunned as he watched Bruce's training, compared to his training, Bruce's training was simply abusive.

Gradually, some soldiers couldn't stand the training and asked to quit, and Bruce immediately agreed without saying a word, and after eliminating the remaining eight or so soldiers.

"This kind of training is so terrible that I'd rather go to farm work." The serfs who chose to leave shook their heads and walked out of the barracks, but when they walked out of the barracks and turned back, they saw the soldiers who stayed behind standing up straight, and suddenly, these serfs who chose to leave had a strange feeling in their hearts.

"Phew, even if you become a soldier, you're just cannon fodder for the lord." But there are also people who are not convinced and gloat.

Bruce looked at the eight soldiers left in front of him, and saw from their eyes that the previous cowardly and blank gaze had faded, and some different brilliance had appeared in their eyes, and then Bruce nodded with satisfaction.

"My lord, what you asked us to prepare." At this time, the blacksmith father and son led several serfs into the house carrying bundles of things wrapped in linen, and they threw them on the ground and made a clatter.

The soldiers all looked at the ground in wonder, they didn't know what new tricks Bruce had, Bruce stepped forward to uncover the coarse linen, and took out a thick wooden stick from it, which was about 1.4 meters long, and the front end of the wooden stick was inlaid with a sharp iron cone.

"Spear pestle, the name of this weapon is spear pestle." Bruce raised the thick wooden stick in his hand and said to his soldiers.

The spear and pestle was originally a weapon used in the peasant revolt in Europe in the Middle Ages, the thick wooden stick could be used to hit the opponent, the sharp iron cone could pierce the knight's armor, and the choice of material was very simple and crude, which can be said to be the best weapon for the poor against the heavy cavalry.

Bruce told the soldiers to come forward and choose their weapons, and when he saw that everyone had their weapons, Bruce told them that they must take care of their weapons and take good care of them, because Bruce would check them regularly, and if the weapons were worn out for no reason, the soldiers in their possession would be punished.

"Now I'll teach you how to use the spear and pestle." Bruce picked up a spear and pestle to demonstrate to the soldiers, in fact, the use of the spear and pestle is extremely simple, that is, swing and stab, which is why Bruce chose this weapon.

"Wave~~, stab~~."

"Wave~~, stab~~."

In the open space of the barracks rang out the shouts of eight soldiers, who lined up in a neat line, constantly practicing their spears and pestles.

The soldiers already knew how to line up and use weapons, but Bruce did not relax, because the most important thing in the army is military regulations, without strict military regulations it will be a plate of scattered sand and rabble.

"I declare, the military discipline of the Grington Corps

(1) Obey commands and enforce orders and prohibitions;

(2) Strictly abide by their posts and perform their duties;

(3) Respect for superiors, unity and fraternity;

(4) The military appearance is strict and the demeanor is correct;

(5) Heighten vigilance and keep secrets;

(6) Take care of weapons, equipment and public property;

(7) Be honest and honest, and do not seek personal gain;

(8) Support the lord and love the people.

(9) Comply with military regulations.

(10) Confiscation and return to the public. ”

Bruce announced the military discipline to the eight soldiers and five bodyguards, and patiently explained each of the rules to them one by one, of course, if he couldn't remember, Bruce would use the stick in his hand to make him understand what to do.

"Does Bruce think he's commanding the Emperor's legions?" Mavis leaned on the window and said to her sister Monica in a mocking tone.

"I think Lord Lord did the right thing, although there are only fourteen soldiers, they are much stronger than the soldiers of Locke Manor." Little Lorianne, who was busy in the kitchen, heard Mavis's ridicule and stopped to speak.

"Giggle." Mavis let out a barrage of laughs, and she felt that Bruce was like a clown, who commanded a group of circuses, but thought he was the emperor's general.

At this time, Locke Manor was also busy, the Duke of Bemessey was about to visit, and James mobilized all the manpower arrangements in the manor, trying his best to impress the Duke.

"It's white here, get some colorful ribbons to hang up." James walked through the manor in his splendid costume, and when he saw a wall leading into the manor's gate, he immediately spoke to his attendants.

"Yes, my lord, but we don't have any more ribbons in our warehouse." James' steward said hurriedly.

"Then sell the grain and go to the merchant and buy some." James said impatiently.

"Lord Baron, you summoned me?" At this time, Sir Wayne walked in with the long sword at his waist, and when he saw James standing by the fountain, he hurriedly saluted him and said.

"Sir Wayne, are you feeling better?" Seeing Sir Wayne, James greeted with an expressionless face, in order to help the Locke family win the border water source, Sir Wayne had a duel with the knights of Black Widow, and finally won the control of the water source, but James thought that it was only a year of water control, so he was a little dissatisfied with Sir Wayne.

"Much better." Sir Wayne stood straight, and he cleared his throat.

"That's good, my daring brother, Bruce you know, right?" James turned, the dark green turban he wore on his head shining in the sunlight, and waved his right hand a few times at Sir Wayne.

"Of course." Sir Wayne nodded, of course he knew James' brother Bruce, the thin and poor little fellow.

"It's not good that he put Todd to death without my consent, I'm going to strip him of his lordship title and fief, you go tell him of this decision, and take him back to my manor, and I'll give him another errand." As soon as James finished speaking, he instructed the servants to fiddle with a pile of roses.

"However, that fief was given to him by your father, and even if you want to deprive the fief, there should be a valid reason!" Sir Wayne was taken aback when he heard this, and he hurriedly said to James.

"Reason, stupid, of course it's a crime." James shouted angrily, and after yelling, he stepped forward and trampled on the pile of roses, and then turned away with a grunt.

"Yes, Lord Baron." Sir Wayne didn't expect James to be furious, so he had to bow to James's back and retreat.

Sir Wayne sighed, he spent almost the first half of his life wandering, and then accepted the invitation of the previous Baron Locke to come to the manor, originally thought that it was a good home, and got the respect of the baron, and let him teach the two heirs martial arts, and was respected by the people of the whole manor.

But unexpectedly, as soon as the baron died, James, who was originally respectful to him, immediately changed his face, not only drove his younger brother out of the manor, but also treated him like an ordinary servant, which made Sir Wayne have an idea, but his eyes couldn't help but appear the baron's appearance before he died.

"Sir Wayne, I know you are a noble knight, and I ask you to swear to protect Bruce." The baron lay on a wooden bed covered with goose down, but his face was already the white of death, his bony hands were raised, and his lips moved slightly to Sir Wayne.

"I don't understand, why not Lord James?" Sir Wayne wondered why the Baron didn't ask him to protect James as the heir, but asked him to protect his second son, Bruce?