The 13th Brigade, which had not been rested for a day since Koster took office, trained the soldiers of the regiment with the "stolen yak meat", a delicacy reserved for the Duke. Of course, these soldiers are really simple after all, otherwise a few wild yaks are not enough for the whole regiment to stuff their teeth.

However, discord always happens, and there are many people who are not satisfied with the way Chester is trained.

Griffitz, who was a groom of one of the Counts of Carman, was a patriotic nobleman who had served as a deputy to the Treasurer in the Duchy of Carman. When the regent asked the nobles for help, the Earl sent several of his grooms and helpers to the regent, including Griffith.

Griffitz was born to work in the Earl's house, taking care of the Earl's horses, and only needed to feed the horses hay every day, wash them, and then take them out for a few laps. When he returned, he had to clean the stable, and for the rest of the day, Griffitz would usually choose to sleep soundly in the haystack in the stable, except that the smell of the stable, everything was so free.

Unfortunately, the Earl, not knowing what foolishness he had made, preferred to brush his own horses and feed them, and to send his groom to the newly formed army, and Griffiths had nowhere to vent his anger.

In the days when I first came to the barracks to report, things didn't seem so unacceptable, a group of people who were noisy became soldiers, and some aristocratic officers came to the barracks at the same time, they didn't have too many requirements, just to discipline the soldiers not to run around, to do things according to orders, and although the food was not as good as the earl's house, it was not too bad.

As a result, things took a turn for the worse after the new head of the regiment appeared.

This young nobleman actually threw out a large set of training programs, but the hateful thing is that those battalion commanders are very active in cooperating with him. Although it is said that a person with good performance may become a squad leader, but the squad leader cannot eat an extra piece of meat, and the position of the officer can only belong to the nobility.

What's more troublesome is the so-called "training", I have to run to Sunset Mountain several times a day, and on the first day, Griffitz was tired and vomited three times, and then, I finally thought I could rest, but I was kicked by the wing captain ~ share, rushed to clean up my vomit. Having dealt with horse manure all my life, I never thought vomit would be so smelly and disgusting.

Griffitz was a man of a lively mind, and when he was still working in the Earl's house, the aunt in the kitchen always said that he was born in the wrong place, and if he was a nobleman, he would definitely become the top talent, and Griffitz thought so.

So, on the night of the fifth day, Griffitz started to think crookedly.

Otis is a little friend of Griffith's team, he used to be the porter of the tax officer's family, and his similar background and similar age made the two quickly become good friends. is also not suitable for the new training method, and is also not afraid of relying on their background, the two hid in the corner and secretly discussed.

"Otis, let's slip away, I can't stand it if it goes on like this. I've never run so much in my life. ”

"Yes, Griffiths, you know, at dinner to-day, I heard the Wing Commander say that the Brigade Commander has a new plan, and if I continue to toss, I will die, and I miss the little porter I sleep in every day. Otis said as he cried.

"Who's to say no, I miss my little beanie too?"

"What is Doudou?"

"It's the Countess's little mare, red, and mild-mannered. ”

The 13th Brigade garrison in the middle of the night was quiet, because it was the garrison of the new army, there were not many soldiers patrolling, and the guards on the guard tower were also a little drowsy, and the dim firelight flickered bright and dark.

Feida also had a hard day, and now she is the commander of the personal guard battalion, and everyone knows that she is the attendant of the brigade commander, so they all admire her. Feida trains with her three hundred soldiers every day, and thanks to her half-elven blood physique, Feida is quite adaptable.

Caster had just finished inspecting the camp and had gone to sleep, and Feida had been guarding the door for a while, ready to leave, when suddenly his face froze, as if he felt something.

Without waking up Kester, Feda motioned for several soldiers outside the house to follow him, slowly approaching the darkness at the back of the camp.

Griffitz and Otis, who had made up their minds to do it, sneaked out of the tent and quietly went west. To the west of the camp is the Sunset Mountains, and the two of them have become familiar with the direction in the past few days. As long as you can climb over the camp wall, it will be the sea and the sky, and when the time comes, you will run back to the royal capital and hide in the earl's house, and immediately no one will know your whereabouts. Of course, the earl didn't have time to deal with himself, and when the time came, he just found a reason to deal with it, and said that he was not in good health and was returned by the army, and the earl could not really check it.

Otis admired Griffiths's idea, and the two sneaked out while the squad leader was asleep, and touched them all the way to the vicinity of the camp wall. It's just that the two of them, no one noticed, there was a pair of clear eyes staring at them behind them.

When Griffitz and Otis came to the camp wall, Otis looked at the camp wall that was more than one person tall and asked, "What to do, how to get out?"

Griffitz was hiding in the shadows of the camp wall at this time, and the soldiers on the guard tower in the distance did not notice this, "Take the ladder!

Otis rubbed the soles of his shoes and was about to run over, but he heard a gust of wind in his ears, a torch "swished" out of the darkness and fell between the two, the torch fire stubbornly burned on the ground, Griffiths and Otis's faces turned pale in an instant, the brigade commander's personal guard battalion commander, Feida squire, walked over step by step, followed by several heavily armed personal guards.

In the early morning of the next day, the running army of the 13th Regiment rushed out of the gate of the camp with a hula, but was surprised to find that two wooden pillars had been erected at the gate of the camp, the pillars were very high, and two people were hanging upside down on them, all their military uniforms were stripped naked, and their faces were crying in the direction of the rising red sun.

Lord Feida, the brigade commander's personal guard, took a horned bow and shot at the two of them. Lord Feida's archery skills didn't seem to be very good, and he didn't hit for a long time, and the feather arrows grazed the bodies of the two people, and each arrow scared the two of them to writhe.

"Lord Feida, let us go, we don't dare anymore..."

The soldiers who had run past were urged by the wing commander and squad leader to outrun the two of them quickly. People who were familiar with Griffiths and Otis naturally recognized these two people, and other people who didn't know each other didn't dare to ask more. Only the partners in their team are wondering, and today, neither the wing captain nor the squad leader appeared.

The squad leader of the two and the co-captain directly under them were in front of Kerst at this time, and they didn't dare to come out. Last night, there were two deserters among his subordinates, and the head of the Koster regiment heard that it was very difficult to speak.

"Well, you don't have to worry, I won't blame you. Although Kerst had studied at the Royal Academy of San Jose for a long time and had seen the art of tautomanship, it was the first time he had led an army after all, and when he encountered this situation, he was also reflecting on himself. Fortunately, Feida was shrewd yesterday, otherwise, the first case of desertion from the 13th Brigade of the Sixth Army would have appeared from his own hands.

"There is no need to make a noise about this, just let Feida teach them a lesson. In front of Koster, in addition to the co-captain and squad leader who had the accident, there were also Jon, Rober and Rickon, and Jon explained to several battalion commanders seriously, "In addition to physical training, we will also focus on solving the ideological problems of the soldiers." ”

So after the physical training reached a certain level, the soldiers had become accustomed to the daily "running training", although it was inevitable that there were several "almost deserters" like Griffitz and Otis, but the mental outlook of the entire 13th Regiment was still very good.

After studying it for several days, Koster came up with a new training plan. The core idea of this new training program is only four words, "Order and forbid!" This is actually an old saying, when Koster was studying at the San Jose Military Academy, the professor who liked to speak ancient languages really left a deep impression on Koster, and he said many ancient words left over from ancient times, concise and precise.

Orders and prohibitions require soldiers to be able to carry out orders accurately and without any discount, no matter what the order is.

"I think our discipline training has to be brought forward. In order to gradually train the soldiers, Koster conveyed this new training method to the three battalion commanders, once again refreshing the cognition of Jon, Rober, and Ricken.

Early the next morning, the soldiers, who had long been familiar with the morning run, found that their battalion commander and wing commander were in the center of the camp, and the soldiers exchanged their heads one after another, "What new tricks are you going to start playing?" After many days of experiencing the methods of the noble officers from the brigade commander down, these simple recruits were already a little nervous.

Lord Koster, their brigade commander, in front of all the officers, he stood still in front of the neatly lined soldiers, "Soldiers of the Thirteenth Regiment, I am your commander, Lord Koster! Everyone may know, our Thirteenth Regiment, during this time, there have been some deserters!"

In the past few days, more than a dozen pillars have been erected in front of the camp gate, and some soldiers who tried to escape in vain would be hung upside down on them all day long to bask in the "red sun." Sometimes, the commander of the pro-guard battalion, Lord Feida, who had nothing to do, would even use them as targets and shoot and play.

But the Caster was merciful, and Master Ferda would not really shoot them, and the few who had been hung upside down for a day would be put down and locked up in the house at night, and in the next day during the day, they would continue to be hung on pillars, and the regimental commander said that they should be hung for thirty days, so that they might remember the lesson.

Kerst cleared his throat, "I'm sure you've all seen what happened to those deserters, why are there deserters?

"Discipline, what is discipline?" the soldiers looked at their companions, who were also not very understanding. Instead of explaining to them what order is, Kerst directly announced that "discipline training" would begin now.

The battalion commanders, loudly beckoning their soldiers, led them, and ran towards the place where the cold wind was strongest in the center of the school field.