In the middle of winter, in the training camp outside Mecklenburg, some soldiers lit a bonfire to keep warm, and in the open space surrounded by several tents inside the camp, the sound of ping-pong metal collision sounded, and when you heard it, you could know that someone was fighting with a sword, and if someone walked between the blue and withered yellow tents, two warriors were fighting here, wearing fully enclosed iron helmets on their heads, and hinges were inserted in the open and closed masks,

They were wearing heavy leather armor, the chain mail was so precious that it would be a bad thing if it was broken, and the sword they were holding in their hands was a practice epee without a blade, but this time the difference was that only one side was holding a practice sword.

"Bell~~~." The heavy sword collided with the other sword, but then separated with sparks, but soon collided again, and there were several blows in between breaths, both high and low sword dynamics.

"Do you need a break, Lady Yve?" At this moment, the warrior with the heavy sword in his hand made a dull sound from his mask, and the voice turned out to be Sir Ron, and it was Arold's brother Eve, who was fighting him.

"Then Sir Ron, I'm going to do my best to familiarize myself with my new right hand." Yves gasped for a few moments, but his voice was filled with excitement, and on his right hand he wore a prosthetic leg made of leather and iron, the tip of which was a glittering sword.

"It's Ivus-sama." When Sir Ron heard Yve's words, he no longer clenched his heavy sword and continued to attack, anyone who has ever used a sword knows that the sword must be used more and more flexibly, and Eve's right hand is his arm, even if his sword is his arm.

"Looks like Ive-sama likes this new prosthetic." Orn watched from the camp with Arrod, content with the tool and weapon he had crafted, the prosthetic leg modeled entirely on the tip of a human arm. It doesn't take a lot of effort.

"That's right, Yves will try to replace the warhammer, and little Sean, you can go down and try." Arold said loudly to Yve, who was on the battlefield, that on the prosthetic limb made for Ive, there were three weapons: a sword, a hammer and a crossbow, and two kinds of prosthetic hands and hooks.

"Okay." With his left hand, Yves removed the hinges of his mask. Uncovering his mask, a stream of white air exhaled, his face was as red as if cooked, and the attendants Harlan and Little Pine hurriedly picked up the box, replaced the sword in his right hand, and replaced it with a war hammer, the tip of the war hammer was restrained like a human clenched fist, the fingers and joints of the fist were finely pecked out, and there was a sharp spike in the fist. Only master-level smelters like Orn and Newman were able to do it.

"Give you the shield Sean." Sean wears a nose iron helmet, wears a leather armor, holds a pointed wooden shield in his left hand, holds a single knife in his right hand, and has a small dagger pinned to his waist.

"Peng." When Yves saw little Sean standing in front of him, he raised his right hand and smashed it with a loud shout. The hammer slammed into the shield with a loud thud, and they wrestled with each other, kicking the thick snow on the ground into the air.

"Haha. Now it's fun. Arod watched Yves fight with the warriors, and couldn't help but fold his arms and said with a smile, Yve, who was originally an excellent warrior, now has this prosthetic leg to make him even more powerful, and Yves told Arold that he was not the material to be a lord, and entrusted Lauzitz County to Arold to manage. He preferred to stay with Arold and become a general, Arold did not covet the land of Lauzitz, but Yves did dislike the fact that it was true that he was afraid of managing the territory, so he sent Brother Elvet to Rauzitz County, and temporarily became the palace minister there to help Yves manage the territory. It's just that in this way, the affairs of Mecklenburg County are pressed on Arold himself.

After watching Eve's practice in the training camp for a while, Arold was going to return to Mecklenburg to deal with the affairs of his territory, since Arold issued the military merit decree, it caused quite a stir in Mecklenburg, but most people still held a wait-and-see attitude, the nobles because of the payment of the military service tax, so it was generally believed that this was Arold was tricking himself into joining the army and ignored it, while the commoners thought that such a good thing was impossible.

"Father, do you know that the Earl has issued a new decree?" In a house, the aristocrat Bert braved the wind and snow and walked in, this house is the Jin family who had just finished a lawsuit with Arrod, Bert strode to the fireplace, his wife burned the fireplace very strongly, walking in the wind and snow, the boots will inevitably be filled with snow slurry, his feet are as numb as wood, Bert took off his boots and put his feet close to the crackling bonfire, the warmth suddenly made him squint his eyes comfortably, his second son Harold sat at the wooden table and said.

"I don't care what it's saying, it shouldn't have much to do with us." Bert turned around and said to his second son that he was more concerned about the earl's regulations on land taxes and the like, which were closely related to the livelihood of the Jin family.

"My brother, why do you care about this, do you have any plans to join the count's army? Haha, but yes, you'll have to leave this house next spring, and we can't be raising idlers. Bert's eldest son leaned on the wooden chair and squinted at Harold and said, as the eldest son, he has the right to inherit all of Bert's land and property, and his brother is only a fence, but even so, Harold will always bring him a threat in this family, and his wife will blow the wind in his ears every night.

"Hurry up and get rid of your brother, if your old foolish father divides the property equally that day, I think you won't even be able to get this house." Whenever Bert's eldest son looked at his younger brother, his wife's words would always come to mind, and he would not be able to look at his younger brother after a long time.

"Sandy you should get along with your brother, we are a family, you need your brother to help you tidy up the farmland." Bert's brow furrowed, helpless against his lazy eldest son, if possible, he really didn't want to leave his property to Sandy, but neither God's law nor the lord's law allowed him to do so, unless Sandy wanted Harold to stay here, otherwise when next spring came, the adult Harold would have to leave with a horse and a few pieces of luggage, and embark on a journey to find a way to survive for himself, and to become a great man or a villain beggar in the adventures would have to be left to fate.

"Don't worry, brother, I'd rather be a soldier than stay here." Harold smacked the cup in his hand, the milk in the cup was diluted like water, it must have been his sister-in-law who was in charge of the food, he finally couldn't help but say a word, and stood up and opened the door and walked out.

"Hmph, this guy who doesn't know how to be grateful." Sandy moved her ass in exasperation, and the wooden chair she sat down crunched and creaked.

"Crunch, squeak~~~." Harold stepped on the thick snow, he wrapped his cloak hard, the sword at his waist clanged, he came to the entrance of a village where his family was located, and a large tree at the entrance of the village was nailed to the new lordship decree issued by Arold, and a soldier from Mecklenburg was sitting under the tree, pouring wine into his mouth, and this cold weather can only be warmed by drinking some wine.

"What does this say? Can you read it to me again? Harold crossed his arms, trembling, and looked up at the edict nailed to the tree, and asked the soldier who was guarding.

"Well, I'll go find the squire." The soldier glanced at Harold, who would have ignored him if it weren't for his aristocratic status, and got up and went to the nearby farmhouse to find a young squire.

"Listen, this is a decree issued by the Earl of Mecklenburg, and if you are willing to join the Count's army, you can enjoy these benefits, as a nobleman, a first-class lord, a first-class lord, a slay of the enemy officer, a grant of land, three huts, a servant

The second rank, the second lord, killed five enemy officers, granted five lands, promoted titles, and five servants.

The third rank, the third lord, killed ten enemy officers, granted a village of land, and promoted ten servants

The commander wins a battle, a small victory of 100 people, a small officer, a military merit, and a big officer, three military merits

More than 1,000 people have won big victories, three junior officers have three military merits, and six major officers have six military merits.

Military merit can be discounted to money, lower-class civilians, second-class military merit can be deducted, including the punishment of family members once, and the third-level punishment can be deducted three times

The aristocratic class can be punished once for military merit, and the second level can be punished three times, and the third level can be punished five times, and at the same time, each level is treated differently in the army. The little squire read it to Harold in a crisp voice, and the more Harold listened, the brighter his eyes lit up, and the little squire's voice attracted the attention of the rest of the village, who gathered around to watch the scene before them.

"I'm going to join the Earl's army, so what should I do?" Harold excitedly grabbed the little squire's arm and asked him loudly.

"As long as you bring your own weapons and armor to the Mecklenburg barracks to report." The little squire said to Harold.

"I, I have a sword, but what if I don't have armor?" Even the sword at his waist, which is a symbol of nobility, was a gift from his father when he was an adult, and it can be said that his current qiē is his brother's.

"It's okay, you can get a pair of armor in the Mecklenburg barracks, but you'll have to make up the money when you have merit." The little squire replied to Harold.

"I'm going to Mecklenburg to serve the Earl." Harold clenched the hilt of his sword at his waist, he did not want to live under the fence anymore, he wanted to get the land and the estate with his own hands. (To be continued......)