March 15th.

More than a dozen nobles, from barons to knights, with dozens of retinues, entered the venue one after another.

The length and width of this venue, by the standards of the earth, are about the level of the playground of a primary school in a poor country or the square where the national flag is raised.

The floor was only paved with earthen concrete, and the next auditorium could only hold up to a hundred people – also made of wooden shelves, bricks and cement.

However, in this world, it can already be regarded as a large-scale construction.

Of course, it is not comparable to the big projects of the royal capital Brandon, which take more than ten years, but it is a rarity in Vanchyshire.

At the very least, to be able to build such a large audience in a short period of time proves that a small castle can be built in the same amount of time - even if a baron wants to build a castle, it will take at least a few years, and if he is unlucky, it will take more than ten years to succeed.

Of course, there are spells in this world that can greatly speed up the progress of the project, but this level of spells is invariably expensive.

There aren't many mages who are willing to use their precious magic and magic materials for this kind of thing.

Therefore, the venue built by Login is enough to dominate the county.

A thousand lords also gathered here today, and for the reward promised by Luo Ming, they were also full of enthusiasm for being temporary workers - Luo Ming had the right to kill and kill as their lord, and now they were willing to give money for easy work, which naturally made them grateful.

Luo Ming stood on the stage and waved at them, and immediately there was a wave of cheers.

Of course, this cheer had been practiced several times before it barely became a little neater.

But how did the nobles who came to watch know about this? As soon as they saw this scene, they couldn't help but begin to admire how much Luo Ming had won the trust of the people.

However, this is still a minutiae, and in their opinion, the people themselves do not have much fighting power. This trust is only useful if you are trained to become a soldier.

The name of this event itself is a military parade, so naturally they are not looking forward to these lords, but Luo Ming's soldiers.

Then, a heavy drum sounded.

The sound of flutes and trumpets also began to be played.

The music that the aristocracy usually listened to was either the ukulele, the simple sound of the flute or violin, or the melodious chorus of organ and bel canto in religious occasions.

And this is the first time they have heard of this kind of solemn and enthusiastic music.

Stepping on the drums, the teams sang military songs in their mouths and entered in an almost uniform pace.

Maybe it's a little loose compared to the Celestial Empire army in the previous life, but it can definitely be called a first-class discipline in the current world!

First of all, the four people grabbed the four corners, carried Luo Ming's banner, and marched forward.

The next team of thirty people appeared, all of whom were tall and strong.

The leader was holding the banner of Lormin, while the thirty men behind him were armed with spears, raised vertically, with the heads of thirty monsters on the tips of the spears.

These heads were carefully selected when cleaning the battlefield, and three of them were from the kind of huge monsters that were almost at the level of a swordsman, and the rest were also from the most robust and hideous monsters, which had a fierce aura at first glance.

Luo Ming was angry and calm, but he made a loud sound:

"During this period of time, the Flame Legion accompanied me to the east and west, helping widely, saving hundreds of thousands of acres of land from the ravages of monsters, saving thousands of people from ravage, and beheading more than a thousand.

I have played the majesty of my Baron Schönbrunn, defeated the arrogance of the monsters, and proclaimed the name of the legion in half of the county!"

At this point, the 1,000 people below also enthusiastically waved small flags—a thousand palm-sized flags made of ordinary wooden sticks and linen cloth, which was very spectacular.

Next, there were two full squadrons of regular troops. There was nothing special about them, they didn't choose tall ones, they didn't let them carry anything with their spears, but their march itself was terrifying.

Because, the people of these two squadrons actually walked through the field of fifty meters without any confusion, and no one turned his head or walked in step with others.

Totaling 162 people, they are as one as they march, and the footsteps and drums correspond to each other, making it a heart-pounding accompaniment.

Dungar couldn't help but look proud. Although it is also thanks to some new thinking of Luo Ming, the discipline and quality that allowed the soldiers to have the same today are also largely due to his understanding of military law.

Military law is strict, the first offense is whipped to show the public, and the second offense is beheaded!

Although Luo Ming's men were limited, he still asked Luo Ming's permission and killed several people in one go, some hanging themselves on the camp gate, others cutting off their heads to make a tour of the army, so that the soldiers' contempt and laziness disappeared immediately.

Let your people's hearts be like iron, and my military law is like a furnace, no matter what kind of scrap iron scum you are, either you will die, or you will honestly be molded into the appearance that the army needs, and stuffed into the big machine of the army as standardized parts.

"Salute!"

When they reached the front of the audience, they stopped abruptly, turned around, and saluted Luo Ming together, as if it were not one hundred and sixty-two, but one.

It may be an exaggeration, but several nobles have had this idea.

However, while this is a rare strong army, it is not enough to completely intimidate them.

Although it is said that the elite is also the elite, the number is limited. The standing army of Lord Count Conle Hill over there is six hundred, and even if he does not pull the militia, if he simply summons his vassals, he can get hundreds more, which adds up to a thousand troops.

If the opponent runs over with more than twice the number of people, even elite soldiers are not guaranteed to win. Not to mention that the count's heavy cavalry was also famous.

Luo Ming could guess what the guys were thinking, he laughed, and then waved his hand down nonchalantly.

"Hello soldiers!"

"Hello gentleman!"

"You've done a great job!"

"Serve the king, never give up!"

Then, after this group of people also passed, the main event finally arrived.

An unorganized artillery squadron, with artillery towed by mules, horses and donkeys, walked through the hall and stopped in front of the spectator seats.

When it comes to military training, Luo Ming believes that there must be people in this world who are comparable to or even surpass him, after all, he can't underestimate the heroes of the world.

But when it comes to artillery, this is the only force in the whole world, and only his army has.

"Shotgun loading, test firing ready!" he commanded, in a proud voice.