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Everyone's weapon selection can be said to be very fast, in fact, there is nothing to choose, and the teenagers who don't have weapons just choose their own weapons based on their own preferences, and these are just things for training.

Even if it is used for training, it needs to be repaired by a blacksmith, otherwise it will be a veteran for I don't know how many years it has been put in, let alone training, even if it is just thrown twice, it can be scattered.

"Hah, it doesn't look like I'm the worst."

Gently elbowing Hawk and John, Pete looked at the bitter-faced companions around him with a certain smile on his face, and couldn't help but smile: "I really don't know what to do with those weapons." He touched his javelin pouch, and his companions around him looked at him with envy, and to be honest, he enjoyed it very much!

Although the light javelin in Pete's hand is nothing, it is still a complete and usable weapon, and even looking at the tip of the spear that is still sharp, you know that it has not been used a few times, and it is still a deadly good guy.

"Damn, that's for me! Thief! Bandit! Hell of garbage! ”

Suddenly, there was a slight cursing sound, although it was small, but Hawke could hear it clearly, and turned his head slightly, only to find that the man with a blue and purple face was standing not far away and staring at them, with resentment and hatred in his eyes.

But when Edward turned his head to look over there, the man shuddered suddenly, and lowered his head, leaving only the long hair, which was barely tied up with a strap. A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of Hawke's mouth, but he tilted his head when he saw that person, and turned his head directly, without taking the resentful gaze in his eyes at all.

"What's wrong?"

Pete also seemed to have a heart, turned his head to look at the figure, frowned slightly, and said softly to Hawke: "Edward is a gentleman's son after all, I'm afraid you will have some kind of trouble if you offend him, after all, his father is the treasurer of Viscount Lane!" ”

That man was Edward, but he was just standing alone in the middle of a line, wearing chain mail that was completely different from the surrounding teenagers, and the dirt on his body was also obvious, which made the surrounding teenagers faintly isolate him.

"His father is not Viscount Lane, so don't worry about him."

The corners of Hawk's mouth curled slightly, looking at Pete and John's worried eyes, he shrugged his shoulders very easily, made a reassuring look at the two of them, and just said softly: "But even if there is trouble, what can it do?" As long as there is a duly appointed mayor of the town, the treasurer of Viscount Lane, he can't control the miners' town! ”

Although Viscount Lane has the ownership of Miner's Town, as a town-level settlement, His Majesty the King of the Purple Tulip Principality still has the right to set up a town mayor, a grassroots official, in the town to coordinate management.

Although it is nominally a collaborative management, but who can't see it, this is an eyeliner that the king deliberately planted in order to prevent the nobles from rebelling, although the power is not very large, but it can be respected by the nobles, which is very common in the continent of the gods.

"Alright, now that you've chosen your weapons, enjoy your last night's restful sleep!"

Rose was still standing on the high platform, gently pinching his waist with his hands, looking at all the teenagers under him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bring a proud smile, but in an instant, it turned into a solemnity, and he ordered loudly: "Next, take your weapons, because this is the good guy you will use to survive in the future!" ”

Turning his head to look at the side, another column stood at the front of a young man's hand, the so-called long sword is simply miserable, not to mention the rusty sword body, even the wood on the handle, because of the poor amount and some [***].

"That's a bit of an exaggeration."

Squinting at the excited little faces around him, Hawke couldn't help but pout, as a professional blacksmith, he simply didn't look down on those eliminated rags, he only trusted the infantry dagger he built himself at his waist.

In the future, we will face a harsh combat environment, if you don't choose some weapons and armor, then for any soldier, it will be a fatal test, even if it is the most humble militia, but once you contact the enemy, it is not a begging for mercy and admitting defeat, this kind of training can be used in the game, it is really a battlefield piled up with blood and life!

"Alright, the training camp has our own blacksmith who will spend an afternoon fixing your weapons."

Rose continued to speak on the stage, and by the way, he glanced at the sun in the sky at noon, and his serious face was also a little sweaty, nodded and said loudly: "The canteen not far away serves black bread and water, of course, if you don't want to eat, you can leave, but I want to state one thing." As he spoke, Rose glanced at everyone, as if to imprint their faces deeply in his mind, before he spoke heavily, even close to roaring: "Tomorrow morning at seven o'clock, everyone must assemble here!" ”

"Understood." Almost all the teenagers were trembling, looking at Rose, who was as burly and strong as a violent bear on the stage, and immediately reacted and replied loudly.

Listening to this answer, the smile on the corner of Rose's mouth slowly curled, for this group of children, it is already quite good to be able to do this, besides, the militia is no better than the real regular army, and his requirements are actually not too high.

"Alright, that's all for today."

Taking a deep breath, Rose glanced at the stone fortress above the camp without leaving a trace, on a round tower, four or five figures seemed to be there, shook his head gently, he walked directly to the stage, and said by the way: "All disbanded!" ”

Hearing this order, the more than fifty teenagers, who were originally crooked and twisted lines, suddenly became a group with no rules at all, some of them chattered with each other lively, and some of them just looked at the others blankly, but after a while, they walked towards the blacksmith shop and canteen not far away.

However, this group of people also swept over Hawke from time to time, and then they gathered together and whispered, with a certain surprise and envy in their eyes, and even a certain fear, obviously they also saw a certain "heroic" attitude of Hawke beating Edward.

"Hey, Hawke, what about us?"

Pete's surname was undoubtedly lively, and he couldn't help but scratch his head when he looked at the blacksmith and the cafeteria, the three of them didn't have any weapons to repair, so he asked Hawke, "Let's go to the cafeteria for free food first?" ”

"Oh, black bread and water, Lord Ross has already said it."

There was a certain bitterness on John's face, and he looked at the first few children to come out, each holding a small piece of black bread in his hand, and shrugged, "I don't want to eat that kind of thing, even if it's free." ”

Tilting his head slightly, Hawke glanced at the black bread not far away, [***] looked like it was hard to bite, and it couldn't be compared with the soft black bread at home.

"I remember it was a small grove of woods, and there should be rabbits or something!"

John touched the back of his head, frowned for a while, and suddenly a certain smile appeared on his face, he looked at Hawke and Pete, subconsciously touched his pocket, but raised his eyebrows and said: "I brought flint, I can find some hay to make a fire!" ”

"Oh, that's pretty good." Hawke also smiled, turned his head to look at the wooden door of the camp that had been opened, put his arms around the shoulders of his two friends and walked outside, and said with a smile: "Since there is a delicious barbecue, these black breads are really hard to swallow!" ”

However, as the three of them walked outside, they did not see a resentful figure in the corner, clenching their fists tightly, staring at them firmly, gritting their teeth and secretly uttering the most vicious curse they could express.