"Your first lesson is to learn how to find your way in the desert and fetch water. ”

Muhadi took his recruits outside the walls and lectured them in the bright sun. []

"In the desert, always remember that your worst enemies are not monsters or bandits, but heat and dehydration. Muhadi said, "Learn to find your way, and you won't get lost in the desert." Learn to fetch water, and you're already halfway there. ”

"Remember, in the desert of Attas, the sun and the moon are your best signs...... al-Muhadi signaled to the former slaves who had joined the army for desert survival techniques...... And the vegetation and sand dunes can also help you find your way!"

"Remember, desert plants grow in the sun, but their leaves on the sunny side will dry out. The boy explained, doubting how much the men could understand. “...... The direction in which the dunes extend is perpendicular to the direction of the wind. And in the desert of Attas, most places only the east-west wind hangs. ”

The more they remember, the more likely they are to survive. Maybe if they're lucky, half of them will survive, Mouhathir thought.

"Always be hydrated in the desert, no source should be spared. The boy continued, "If necessary, drink the blood of your enemies and eat the sand crawlers." When encountering vegetation, don't eat their sap directly, dig down their roots, and you will often find water. ”

"When none of the above works, I'll teach you two more tricks. Muhati said that he couldn't help but sigh when he thought that he had learned these things from the elf girl Aisha not long ago.

In front of all his subordinates, Muhadi demonstrated this method of drawing water from the elven tribe.

First, dig a pit in the ground, not too big, just one or two feet deep. Next, fill the bottom of the pit with the leaves of the desert plants you have found.

After filling the bottom of the pit, fill the pit with stones, not too few stones, but not higher than the ground. After that, cover the pit with more leaves. Then cover the leaves at the mouth of the pit with a layer of fine sand, and then the device is complete.

"Before spending the night, build a small mechanism like this in the sand. The next day, you'll be able to harvest some precious water. "Because the temperature of the stones is low, the water vapor condenses on the stones in the pit at night. The next day you will see that the sand under the stones is wet. ”

"Pick up the sand with a turban, twist it vigorously, and you'll be ready to drink water. Although there is little, it can save lives at critical moments. ”

"Bring the camels here!" Mouhadi instructed Ghash, who hurriedly ran to sign the camels that had been prepared in the morning to the young man.

Muhadi told the recruits, "Four-legged animals, like horses or camels. Their gastrointestinal and digestive functions are relatively weak, not as good as we humans. ”

"So, their excrement has a certain amount of nutrients for us. At critical moments, you can use a headscarf to hold the camel dung and squeeze out the dung water to drink. The boy ignored the frightened gazes of the recruits and said disapprovingly, "Gash, look at the woolly camel." One by one, you come up and try this method of getting water. ”

The recruits cowered, and none of them dared to be the first to step forward. Muhadi then ordered, "Aisha, Selim, bring them one by one." ”

Next, the recruits were forced to try the smell of woolly camel dung one by one, and even Gash and Centurion Selim, who were standing on the sidelines, couldn't bear it. Despite their apparent indifference, Muhati and Aisha secretly used their psionic powers to give hints to the recruits to make them better able to survive.

Halfway through the training, Muhadi called Centurion Selim over and walked to a distance to discuss in a low voice.

"My lord, I have to say that this is a little too harsh for the little ones?" Selim lowered his voice, "some of them are only thirteen or fourteen years old, and they have just grown up. ”

"Then let them grow bigger. Muhati signaled that he didn't want to talk about how he trained.

"By the way, you said before that, according to the custom, the soldiers will be allowed to plunder after the battle?" the young man asked.

"Yes, conventionally. Selim replied, not knowing what the boy meant.

"Then I declare now that this rule is abolished. "From now on, soldiers are forbidden to loot on their own after the war." ”

"Your Excellency?" Selim was puzzled, "Your Excellency may be kind, but this is the way of war. We have to ......"

"You don't understand what I mean. The boy interrupted him, "Forbidding the soldiers to loot on their own, it doesn't mean that we haven't committed any crimes." ”

He explained to Selim as he reflected on what he had learned on Earth. "The soldiers plundered on their own, which only led to a great waste of resources. Human nature is like this, and we don't cherish what we grab. ”

"So, after every war in the future. Organize the soldiers into squads and plunder in an organized and regular manner. Let them keep each other in check to prevent the misuse of goods for personal or senseless purposes. Let the literate soldiers follow them, record the harvested materials, and hand them over to the logistics team for unified distribution. Muhathir said.

"I don't know how many of these people are literate," said Centurion Selim, "and the number of clerical slaves is very small. ”

"Then teach them to read," Muhadi said, "and ask some people to teach them, and I'll pay for them." ”

Selim nodded, accepting the order.

When the teenager was on Earth, he read "The Emperor's Bayonet" by the military historian George Nafzig. Understand the biggest difference between a medieval army and a modern one, and how to transform a group of malnourished urban poors into feared warriors even by desert warriors.

Humbler people have built greater empires, Muhati thought to himself, looking at the former slaves in front of him who were forced to vomit by camel dung.

Ghulam, Mamluks, Sultans' own soldiers, teenagers thought of these famous slave troops in history. Discipline and organization can make an army overcome the toughest warriors, as the Battle of Iljar on Earth demonstrated.

"Also, pick twenty unpopular and grumpy guys to come out. Muhadi sued the centurion of Selim.

"What's the use of such a person?" the centurion did not understand.

"Assemble a team of warlords. The teenager explained, "Enforce military law and maintain military discipline." "Of course, I have to use my spiritual energy to make sure that they are loyal and capable.

"In addition, I plan to make some small changes to the new army...... "Muhadi then explained Selim's basic vision for the new military system. The magnitude and detachment of his plans led the latter to accuse the telemagician of having no idea how the war was to be fought.

"I know what's going on in your mind," the young man said understatement, causing Selim to chuckle in his heart. "Do as I say, and don't be negligent. ”

At the same time, in the palace of Tyre.

The gray-headed old man walked slowly down the hallway full of detection magic, stopping at each step and resting against the wall for a while. As he breathes, he exhales tiny pink bubbles with a slightly sweet taste.

I'm old, and the old man feels in his heart as he looks at the protective magic in front of him, but I've been as young as you, Shatiri.

The old man walked to a door, and before he could knock, he heard a soft female voice coming from behind the door, "Come in." ”

Shatiri sat behind her large desk, draped in a red leather robe. She was staring intently at a thick book on the table.

"What's new, Cotander. Shatiri didn't lift her delicate face and asked directly.

"The army of the Witch King of Ankara has also joined the army of the Witch King," the old man said, secretly surveying the book Shatiri was reading, "It is said that the Witch King of Ulric paid him a treasure worth one million Ulic gold coins as a payment to him. ”

"Two witch kings or three witch kings, the difference is not very big. When Shatiri heard the news, she said indifferently.

"Also, the prophetic mages are present. The psychic sorcerers in the city are secretly plotting something, they block out perception, and we don't know the exact details. When the old man reported, he finally saw the book in front of Shatiri, which was "The Monarch" written by Machiavelli. The Coral Witch is looking at its twenty-sixth chapter, "On How the City-State System Hinders the Progress of Atas Society".

"Psychic Warlock......" Shatiri turned the page with grace, "Are they planning to take the throne?"

"It's not. The old man shook his head and coughed for a while before continuing. "The prophetic mages say that the Psychic Warlock doesn't seem to have any plans for the throne......"

"That's fine, let them go. Shatiri nodded, her voice much more relaxed, "Once the mortal is done, we will not fear any threat. ”

"That'......" the old man began to cough violently again, and only when he finally calmed down did he continue. "Plus, that thing has already been received. The halfling tribe and the Witch Kings ate the bait we had put out, our cargo, intact. ”

Shatiri closed the book in front of her and stood up. When she got up, the red robe was as gorgeous as a flowing flame. "Bring that thing up.

For the first time since entering the house, the old man saw the coral witch's blue eyes looking at him.

"I'm going to check it myself. ”

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