To make his small army look more elite, Muhadi equipped all of them with cloaks and masked turbans. Due to the lack of weapons, the boy had to pay out of his own pocket to buy metal scimitars and daggers for the soldiers. Although Tyre has the largest iron ore mine on Atas, such a large batch of weapons is naturally expensive.

Fortunately, Muhati has the name of the owner of the water plant, he can pay on credit, and he can easily judge the bottom price in the other party's heart, so he did not suffer a loss.

Now, each soldier is equipped with a handy weapon. However, Muhati did not buy them bows and arrows, and these people had no experience in archery anyway, and it was impossible for them to master the art for a while.

"You've recruited a bunch of dumb people?" asked the girl.

"No, why do you ask?"

"None of them spoke, they just stood here......" Fatumah said, looking at Muhadi's new army, "If I hadn't looked them in the eye, I would have suspected that you carved them out of wood and brought them back to life with psionic energy." ”

"Psionic energy can't do that, probably only magic. Muhadi frowned and said seriously, "Maybe I should think about your construction." ”

"Hahaha......" The girl smiled, Muhati had seen the girl smile genuinely happily for the first time since he returned to the tribe this time. "No kidding, how did you get the soldiers to shut up?

"With discipline. "Discipline teaches them what to do and what not to do. Even in the face of death, they will still be more afraid of discipline. ”

"I trained them in the desert, and I took out the precious water and told them that no one should take a mouthful of it, and they were not allowed to swallow it. ”

"Then I ordered them to run in the desert. When we reach our destination, whoever can't spit out a mouthful of water, I punish them with psionic energy. ”

In the end, they all understood that death was not terrible in Athas, and that there were punishments that could turn death into relief. ”

"That's a good idea, maybe I should try it in the tribe. Fatuma nodded in agreement. "But there are a hundred people here, what if they rebel against you?"

"I beat their leader, so hard that when I was about to die, I stripped them naked and buried them in the sand, and only one head was exposed. Muhadi described his method, "I use psionic energy, and I can always detect that person wants to riot, and then I use this method, and it works." ”

"They weren't samurai, they weren't tribesmen. The boy continued, "You can't infer the nature of the tribal warriors. They are kneeling, former slaves, born not to learn the honor and challenge, but to obey and endure. They will never be the invincible horsemen and brave warriors of the tribal warriors, but they will be excellent soldiers. Because of their patience, obedience is the finest quality a soldier can possess. ”

"Once you make them feel that military discipline is more terrible than death, they dare to endure the rain of arrows from the enemy and the rushing horses. When formed in a tight phalanx, they can also be terrific warriors, capable of mass-inflicting death like machines. ”

The boy casually pointed to a new army soldier, "Show this elven lady your sword." He commanded in human language.

The soldier silently obeyed, drew his scimitar, and swung it. Fatumai frowned and commented. "It doesn't seem unusual, the moves are simple, and although there is a threat, he also despises his own defense. He wasn't a great samurai, and the little kids in the tribe might be able to fight him to a draw. ”

'He doesn't need to defend at all, when he forms a formation, his comrades will protect him. Muhadi said, drawing his saber, "Look at this." ”

The boy inserted the saber into the robe on the soldier's chest, separating the linen and piercing it into the skin. The dagger was sharp and vicious, cutting off a large patch of skin on the opponent's chest.

"A man doesn't need a **, it won't affect his combat effectiveness in the future. The boy explained.

"Some men are more sassy than women, and their ** is particularly sensitive. The girl disagreed and made a joke.

"You can't use it as a soldier anyway. Muhadi was helpless, pointing at the soldier's bleeding chest and indifferent, looking into the eyes ahead. "Look, they're less sensitive to pain. I trained them with the basics of training psychic magicians. ”

How much it means to be a soldier who is not afraid of pain, the girl knows it clearly. "But the warriors of the Scorpio are in a battle frenzy, and they are not afraid of pain. ”

"But it takes years of experience and the right personality. "I've only trained these people for a few days. ”

"I've never seen you so good at military affairs. Fatuma looked at the boy with a look that rediscovered him, "I thought you were a child of a merchant family or some kind of aristocratic child, but now it seems that you are more like you came from a high-ranking Templar family. Only they have a profound military family atmosphere. ”

"I'm not a lackey of the Witch King. Muhadi said unpleasantly.

"Of course you're not now, but it's really hard to say who you were before. ”

Muhadi chose to ignore the idea, "Now these soldiers are obedient enough, disciplined enough." There is only one thing they lack, and that is the faith to fight for it. ”

"Didn't you sue me, they used to be slaves?" Fatuma wondered, "Isn't that what they believe in fighting to defend their freedom?"

Muhadi smiled faintly and turned to the soldier in front of him. "Look at these people, do you think they are free under my rule?"

"It doesn't seem to be. ”

This is the biggest contradiction that Tyre faces. Muhadi put his hands in one hand, "The freest city-state should be defended by the most ** army." ”

Shatiri, the coral witch of Tyre, must have thought of this, so she gradually changed from a revolutionary to another revolutionary object. Muhati thought about what he had done in front of the parliament that day, and what he had heard about Shatiri.

As a revolutionary, Shatiri once brought freedom to the city, but was overwhelmed by the Witch King's coalition forces. She is not defending her freedom as the most iron-fisted dictator now. There is no democracy in war, only the decision of the minority to achieve the majority at the expense of the masses at any time and place. Come to think of it, the coral mage Shatiri is actually quite pitiful, and must go against her own beliefs.

"Soldiers can't be free, they can't even control their own life and death, so they desperately need a belief that makes them feel worth fighting for. Muhadi magically pointed forward, and a strange man with a big bald head and wandering eyes who looked extremely vicious stood up out of nothing.

"This is the man I mentioned, and many people believe that the appearance of divine magic means that Athas will be redeemed. "Think about what a group of fearless soldiers and an unbreakable faith can accomplish, and how far can you go?"

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