"Our men?"

Robin was stunned for a moment and asked suspiciously. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"That is to say...... We're getting promoted? ”

In this regard, Paul was obviously quicker to react than Robin, and hurriedly leaned over and asked.

"Promotion? Sort of...... After all, it will take a long time for these militias to come in handy on the battlefield, and if a few of you spread out and teach them something useful, it will be able to make them progress a little faster. ”

Malone nodded and said.

"I see, Chief Lothar!"

Paul nodded excitedly, but it took him a while to react - 90 militiamen, divided equally among the soldiers of the Westspring garrison, each of whom could manage five people...... What kind of promotion is this?

……

"Hey, haven't you eaten enough at noon? Pick up your sword! Raise the point! Soft like a......"

"Hey, and you, do you think the shield was used to drag the ground and eat dirt? Lift up and cover your face! Damn, if the enemy had an archer, you'd already be shot through the throat! ”

……

Although they learned that they did not need to do such manual work as "carrying water" in the afternoon, the militiamen were relieved one by one; But soon, the soldiers from the Xiquan garrison made them think that maybe it would be a good option to go back and carry water.

"Why is this guy so excited......"

Marlon stood at the front of the militia and said helplessly to Robin.

"Maybe he's reminded of the days when he was trained by you, Captain Lothar...... We laughed at him a lot. ”

A smile tugged at the corners of Robin's lips as he looked at Paul, who was yelling at the militiamen, and said—Obviously, even if you're the always calm soldier, you're nostalgic for those days at Westspring Fortress.

Unlike other nobles, who were all gilded in the army, Anduin Lothar was much more demanding of his nephews.

Although he had only been in the army for less than a year, Marlon Lothar had a rich experience - he first served as a civilian at Anduin Lothar's side for three months - he was responsible for sorting out the documents and letters that the marshal needed to handle, and then was sent by Anduin Lothar to Westspring Fortress on the western outskirts of Stormwind before news of the orc invasion reached Stormwind.

While at the Westspring Fortress, Marlon Lothar conscientiously carried out his uncle's request, and he trained the thirteen soldiers there into excellent warriors in less than half a year.

Of course, this also has something to do with the fact that Robin and the others had a good foundation before, and if they want to train these young people who were farmers or apprentices two weeks ago into qualified warriors, they simply can't do it in a year or two.

Now, under Marlon's orders, the militiamen are fighting each other, using the same weapons they had previously acquired in the warehouse.

The bright one-handed sword and heavy shield looked intimidating, and the sharp weapon didn't dull from just training; Although these militiamen are likely to injure their own people during training, Malone has another level of consideration.

There wasn't much time left for the refugees and Malone, and if he could, he wanted the militia to get used to the rhythm of the battlefield as soon as possible - starting with real knives and guns.

A dozen soldiers of the Xiquan garrison, including Paul, were distributed among the militiamen, and they shouted loudly, instructing the rookies to correct their weapons, just as the previous Xiquan garrison officers had done to them.

"Bell!"

A soft sound caught the attention of Marlon and Robin, and in front of them, a girl with short black hair was crouching on the ground biting her lip, she struggled to raise the shield in her hand, but the one-handed sword fell to the side.

"Captain Lothar ......"

Robin looked at Malone on the side and said with some hesitation.

"I know, leave it to me."

Malone nodded and walked over to Althea and her training opponents.

"I'm sorry, I'm ...... I didn't mean to......"

The young man, who was Althea's training opponent, lowered his sword and shield a little crampedly, and stammered.

For him, it was already a bit difficult for him to be chosen to train against a woman, although Althea was agile, but she was not a natural strongman, and within a few rounds, the weapon in her hand was knocked to the ground.

"What's your name?"

Just as the militiaman was at a loss, a young voice came from behind him.

"Luo ...... Sir Lothar? My name is Nice and I ......"

Althea's opponent saw Marlon and quickly replied.

"Nice...... Well, you don't have to be nervous, you didn't do anything wrong...... But...... You go to Paul and ask him to give you another opponent, and I'll leave it to me. ”

Malone patted the militiaman on the shoulder and said, even though the other man may be older than his body.

"Got it, Sir Lothar!"

Ness quickly nodded in agreement, and then, with his own weapons and shields, trotted away from Marlon and Althea's side.

"I've said it a long time ago, you're not suitable for training now, you don't believe it, it's okay now...... Come, let me see, is it hurt? ”

After Nice left, Marlon smiled wryly as he took her shield from Althea, who was still crouching on the ground, and threw it aside, helping her up.

Althea is bent on joining the militia, and being a non-commander is secondary, she really wants to help Marlon on the battlefield.

Therefore, although Malone disagreed, Althea insisted on joining the militia's training, and also insisted on confrontation drills with other militiamen.

However, it backfired, and for Althea now, although her training opponents were only recruits, the strength of men far exceeded that of women, and Althea was soon shot down from her weapon.

"It hurts!"

Althea, who was helped up by Ma Long, rarely showed the weakness of her little daughter, her eyes were filled with tears, and she held her wrist in front of Ma Long aggrievedly.

Ma Long looked intently, under the cuffs of the light gray shirt, Althea's originally white right wrist had begun to have small patches of redness and swelling, which was obviously caused by the impact of the weapon collision.

"I'll take a look at ......"

Marlon grabbed Althea's hand and gently rubbed it on her wrist.

Althea's face was a little red, and her hand shook slightly, as if she wanted to withdraw it from Marlon's palm; However, for some reason, the girl gave up such an effort, she silently looked at Ma Long's focused side face, gradually forgetting the pain from her wrist, and a shy and sweet smile appeared on her face.