Captain Cocoro looked into Little York's eyes, and there was no trace of confusion in those eyes, nor a little panic. Captain Cocoro sighed: "It seems that you have made up your mind. In that case, I won't talk much. As he spoke, he took out a wooden card from his bosom and handed it over: "Take it, this is your badge." Little York reached out and took it, knowing that it was only from this time that he really became a militiaman.

With some emotion, little York put the wooden card into his arms, and then followed everyone to the quartermaster office to receive his equipment and a day's rations.

Unlike fifty years ago, the Nimitz Empire at that time was still only a kingdom, and its national strength was not among the top among the countries, so the military rations at that time were only salted jerky and coarse bread. And now, since Il's promotion to the upper god fifty years ago, his prestige on the continent has reached its peak, and merchants from all over the continent have flocked to bring treasures from all over the continent, as well as the wealth of the countries of the continent. At the same time, Ilr has just been promoted, the Quartet has surrendered, and no one wants to provoke a proud Ilr at this time.

With a full fifty years of recuperation and recuperation, and wealth from all directions, the current Nimitz Empire finally has a bit of imperial grandeur, and even the militia's military rations are fine cured meats, dough, and some white bread. Every three days, each militia was given a palm-sized piece of white bread and an egg. You must know that even now, eggs are a rare nutritious product, especially not easy to store and transport, and the yield is not high, so it is even more difficult to get the militia to eat eggs. Eggs are a kind of food that is at the same level as white bread in civilian homes, and only families who can store grain and afford to raise laying hens for a year can do it. Therefore, although it is only one every three days, the militia is already very satisfied.

With the egg in his hand, little Yorksey passed the logistician, put the egg in his pocket, and reached out to take the white bread, bread, and bacon. White bread, bread and eggs are kept by yourself, and you can eat them whenever you want, but salted meats are not something you can hold and nibble on. The way to use salted meat is that after marching and camping at night, the leader of each squad collects some salted meat from everyone in his team, and then puts it in a pot to boil, and two of the five people in the squad will also send out to look for wild vegetables and the like, if they can defeat the prey, it is also the team scored. These supplies were distributed every three days, and each town was purchased directly from the city.

Little York looked at the hard dough and salted meats strung together with hemp rope, and walked back to the group with the supplies on his shoulders as the others did, and a wooden gun in his hand. The captain of Little York, although still the captain of the Cocoro, was not in the squad of the previous recruit, which had to wait for the second group of recruits and then follow the second group of militia. Of course, if there is no need for another increase in troops, then they do not need to go to war.

After receiving supplies, little York returned to his squad and greeted his companions, carrying a wooden gun in hand. The companions around him looked at Little York, and there was something strange on the surface. Not to mention the ribbon on Little York's chest, let's just say that in the previous training, Little York's interview with everyone also made everyone remember Little York. For civilians, even if they are just trainee scholars, they are also amazing talents, but such a talent is crowded here with themselves, isn't it stupid to read books?

In any case, everyone still takes good care of Little York, and usually teaches Little York all kinds of tricks that can make his activities more convenient and labor-saving. Little York is also very grateful to everyone, and will teach everyone some simple words in his free time. Everyone was very happy to be able to learn knowledge, so every time after setting up camp in the evening, if there was no interview, Little York's team would gather together to listen to Little York's lessons.

There have been no video updates in the past few days, and little York spends every day in the barracks, and even his movements are restricted. This is very different from the previous game activities, which had a great degree of freedom in the past games, and participated if you wanted to, and left if you didn't want to. And this game, not only does it not have such a degree of freedom, there are restrictions on participating in activities, and it is even more impossible to leave the event, unless you become a deserter. If you become a deserter, you won't be able to stay in this country. Such a punishment was unheard of, at least not before little York.

But now the march is very boring. Along the way, I was in a hurry, even if it was a good pastoral landscape, it would be boring to see it for a few more days. Interview reports can't be blown out of the interviews of all the soldiers in the battalion one by one. Not many people will watch such news. The speed of the militia is not fast, and naturally it is not comparable to the elite cavalry. Fortunately, the countries supported this time were not far from the Nimitz Empire, and they could reach the Duchy of Manhattan after going north of the Nimitz Empire.

The Principality of Manhattan was a small country, and its leader was not even a king, but an archduke. On the continent of Tel'an, there are three levels of monarchs, the Grand Duke, the King and the Emperor, and what distinguishes this comes from the patron deity of the country, whether it is the lower god, the middle god or the upper god.

Since gods need faith, the more powerful the gods are, the more faith they need, and naturally the more believers are needed. If you need believers, you need a large enough population, and then you will naturally expand your territory. So, in general, the strength of the patron saint of a country is directly proportional to the strength of that country.

Of course, there are also gods who do not have a bit of national territory, and that is the guardian of the profession rather than the guardian of the country. For example, the god of craftsmen is the middle god, he is the patron god of all blacksmiths and craftsmen, and the middle god does not have a bit of land. For example, the god of sandstorms and the lady of the angry waves mentioned earlier, the symbol of the desert and the guardian gods of the crew and sea beasts respectively, also do not have any territory, but as long as the residents who live in the endless desert and the residents of the coast, they will pray to these two gods.

The patron saint of the Principality of Manhattan is the next god, Jones the Guide, and the patron saint of all coachmen. Of course, in the Il-God system, the one who has the best relationship with Jones is Nancy the Pegasus. Nancy's former Mavmay was a follower of Jones, and only later did she turn to herself. Due to the border with the Nimits Empire and the friendly relations with Nancy, Il was already subjugated to Nimitz, who was still a kingdom at the time, before he was promoted.

Since they were allies of the Alliance, when the militia of the Nimitz Empire entered the territory of Manhattan, not only did they not have the slightest hindrance, but they were warmly welcomed by the local lords.