Along the way William and Lenebor's City Councillor Victor. Motley looked like they had a good conversation, as if they had become good friends, but when the two separated William and entered the barracks, he showed a look of disgust, or rather, of the medieval merchants.

Renebor, a merchant autonomous city subordinate to the Count of Evreux, showed considerable contempt and rudeness towards William, the heir to the duke.

As a prince of the principality, the president of the city council did not show up at all, but sent an insignificant city councillor to greet him, and arranged William and him in the old town militia camp, leaving no questions at all, and had no intention of inviting William to the city council of Renebor.

During William's stay in Renebor, the city council was supposed to provide attentive service and adequate supplies of equipment and supplies, but only after William took the initiative to send a few small merchants to the camp to sell some supplies, rather than providing them on a voluntary basis.

Victor, who accompanied William all the way. Although Motley said a lot of respectful words to William, as if he respected William very much, William, who had bright eyes, had already seen through Victor's exaggerated acting skills.

As a businessman, Victor did not say a word sincerely, did not give even the slightest bit to William, and did not fulfill any vassal obligations on behalf of the city council.

William, who understands the minds of these businessmen, knows their plans, they are completely a group of profit creatures, without any idea of giving but want to get huge benefits from William, yes, their group of businessmen just want to get something for nothing.

Sure enough, after William commanded the army into the militia barracks, the city council sent a servant to invite William to a social reception.

What an insincere attitude it was to send a lowly servant to invite William.

William knew that the businessmen at the reception would definitely make many excessive demands, such as their own business privileges in Rouen, more political privileges, etc., but William refused without thinking about it.

In fact, William was not interested in this kind of social drinking party at all, and William had not participated much in the three years he had lived in Rouen, because he could not accept the makeup and dress of these aristocratic ladies and rich ladies, which was too inconsistent with William's aesthetics.

With completely shaved eyebrows, a bald forehead revealing a hairline, hair completely hidden inside a huge hat, and two strange horns on either side, William only felt creepy when he looked at the face of this medieval aristocratic woman, and had no desire to appreciate it at all.

Looking at the costumes of these aristocratic women, the collars that completely covered the necks, and the corset and tightened women's breasts allowed William to see a group of princesses of the Peace, except for a pair of hands and faces, where you could not see anything else exposed.

In the Middle Ages, you wouldn't want to see amorous, romantic, and passionate aristocratic girls, and these strange-faced flat-chested aristocratic girls were frighteningly conservative. They adhered to the European version of the Catholic Church, adhered to the ascetic dogma, and were as conservative as chaste martyrs.

You might say that this is not the case in modern Europe, where women are much more unrestrained. But you know, this is the result of the defeat of Catholicism by Protestantism, and at that time Catholicism was too weak to even control the slave trade, let alone the question of whether European women were conservative or not.

A little too far, William retracted his divergent thoughts, vented his resentment, and walked towards the training ground in the barracks.

"All of them, step-go!"

Jeffrey's company commander shouted loudly at the one hundred and fifty infantry in front of him, as the commander of these soldiers, he still had quite authority in the eyes of the soldiers, and the soldiers were in awe of him, and under the encouragement of good wine, good meat and high military salaries, they did not dare to slack off on the orders of the new Jeffrey company commander.

"Prepare ——, one, two, one; One, two, one......"

Company Commander Jeffrey had a solemn face, even solemn, as if he was doing something remarkable, and shouted slogans with his head held high and his face proud.

"Soldiers, whose food are we going to eat?" Jeffrey yelled at the soldiers.

"Let's eat His Highness William's meal!" The infantrymen who were training their qi and walking in unison shouted in unison.

"Who are we going to help?" Company Commander Jeffrey told the roar again.

"Let's help His Highness William!" The soldiers shouted in unison, as if reflexively.

The corners of William's mouth twitched, his eyelids kept fluttering, and his whole face completely turned into an embarrassing shape.

Seeing Jeffrey's company commander looking hard, William was embarrassed to stop him, because William did this when he trained 160 companion cavalrymen and javelin cavalry, repeatedly making them shout such shameful slogans for training.

However, in terms of effect, Jeffrey did a good job, and the infantry was already able to initially observe military discipline.

Having medieval soldiers train according to modern training methods was the fastest way William could come up with to increase the combat effectiveness of his army, that is, by using this method, William could train one hundred and sixty well-trained companion cavalry and javelin cavalry.

Discipline is the soul of the army, which can turn cowards into warriors, and trained according to modern military training methods, medieval soldiers can do better than modern people.

Although most of the soldiers were illiterate, even some knights were no exception, and it could be said that they were trained from scratch, at least William and the officers could beat and punish them without any scruples, and it was not uncommon for them to cut off the heads of a few deserters to correct the morale of the army.

Under the pressure of dripping blood and the teaching of the officers' clubs, after only two days of training, the infantry was able to initially form a relatively neat phalanx, and the formation would not be out of shape when they walked in unison.

"Not badly done, Jeffrey."

William walked over, clapped his hands, and slightly praised Captain Jeffrey's company, with a look of relief in his eyes.

"But that's just the beginning, Jeffrey. We are only teaching this infantry how to be disciplined and how to march and walk, but if we want to train to be an invincible division, we need to give this army a real soul. ”

"Your Highness William, what you say is very true."

Jeffrey, though a little unimpressed, replied solemnly. Since ancient times, a disciplined army can already be called a great army, Alexander, Caesar, Augustus, Charlemagne they are great because of a strong and disciplined army in their hands. As for how to fight, people in the Middle Ages knew it perfectly from birth and did not need to be taught at all.

Although Captain Jeffrey Company did not agree in his heart, he still agreed with a look of approval, after all, it was his master, His Royal Highness William, in front of him.