Today was a good day, the sky was clear, and the clear blue sky was floating with pitiful white clouds.

When Gibson and his son came to the main square with little Allen, who was still groggy and not fully awake, the big square was already crowded with people. Behind them, there were still some groups of people who came to the square one after another.

After a visual inspection, it felt that the residents of the city who should be notified had almost arrived, and on a platform made of wooden planks in the center of the square, a tall officer, wearing standard armor and pressing the hilt of his sword, glanced at the soldiers next to him.

The soldier took a conscious step forward, held his head high, pressed his left hand on the hilt of his sword, and shouted, "Quiet!

At the signal of the soldiers on the stage, the sound of discussion that vibrated back and forth in the square quickly disappeared.

The high-ranking officer standing with the Marquis Anthony, Lord of Salz, bowed slightly to the Marquis beside him in respect, and strode to the front of the stage to announce the reason for the summoning of the inhabitants of Salz, from the will of His Majesty Louis III of the Empire: "Distinguished gentlemen and ladies, I am Jack Weir, the captain of the Third Brigade under the command of Lord Paul Claes, under the command of Lord Paul Claes. This time, I came to recruit new soldiers on the orders of the Duke!"

Jack spoke unhurriedly, but with a staggered and powerful voice, and everyone in the Salz room could clearly hear every word that Lord Jack said. Obviously, this is a veteran who has been on the battlefield and seen the dead, not those dumb people.

Countless mixed voices resounded over the square, but after a pause, Jack continued: "According to the laws of the Empire, all male citizens between the ages of sixteen and thirty-eight and who have no physical disabilities or diseases are to be recruited into the army!"

Around the makeshift podium, people whispered and discussed the topic of the call with people nearby.

"Distinguished citizens of the Empire, please be quiet!" said the Marquis, who had been standing in the back.

As the discussion gradually decreased to a level that satisfied Lord Anthony, the Marquis brushed his delicate and ruddy cheeks a few times, and adjusted his ridiculously graceful clothes, the Marquis began to move his steps, shaking his hippopotamus-like body to the front desk and said, "There is really no way to recruit new soldiers to enlist in the army this time. Damn the Slovenians have broken the signed peace agreement, and a month ago they crossed the Acura plain to invade the southern part of our empire. So ......"

"** raised miscellaneous pieces, you actually dare to invade our Aragon Empire!"

"Damn, these bastards who believe in evil gods, I knew they would do this. ”

"O great god of war, your devout believers hereby sincerely pray to you for blessings, may ............"

When the Marquis made clear the reason for the conscription, the people of Salz were furious, because the bastard who had been beaten to his knees and begged for mercy by the warriors of his empire countless times, and even ceded the land by Nagong in order to get a truce, actually played this game of honey and sword again. I really don't know what those great lords in the imperial capital and His Majesty Louis III think. Every time the Slovenes could not get up, His Majesty Louis generously accepted the armistice and war reparations of the Slovenians. The people of the Salz region believed that the empire should beat them up so hard that they would go to the Slovenian capital. Oh no, the best thing is to destroy the band of treacherous minkuses.

"Alas, the wheat and corn planted by my family are almost ready for harvest, what can I do?" said a farmer with a farm tool in his hand, looking at his two sons with a sad face. According to the Empire's conscription order, both of his sons had to enlist in the army.

"Old Brown, it's the same with our family. But for the glory of the empire, what is the business of our little family!Let's go, son, sign up!" said a veteran who had been discharged from the army.

After hearing this, Old Brown was silent for a moment and nodded in agreement. Because there is a folk song that has been sung for hundreds of years - there is a country and a home.

"Damn, these bastards are doing this again!, Atai, my son of Mayne, I'll fix those damn chops for you when we're on the battlefield!" a dark-skinned, loud-voiced blacksmith shouted to his son.

"Don't worry, father, I won't need you to fix them too. I will not dishonor your honor, father!" replied with his head held high.

"Well, it's a good son of my Mayne. Back then, when you and I served as Centurion Angie Phil in the Valley of the Holy Helm, I ............ it myself," the old blacksmith seemed to have returned to the era that made his blood boil. Yes, the Slovenians are cowards, and this time will be no exception, and the warriors of the empire will surely pack them up as they have done in the past.

The citizens of the Aragon Empire, who advocate justice and force, and whose people are fierce, despise all intrigues and intrigues. Therefore, when the Marquis explained the reason, the people in the square were in a great mood, and the whole family went together to drive out the Slovenians. The Marquis of Anthony and Lord Jack beside him looked at each other and smiled bitterly, because although the morale was high, this war did not come at the right time.

The seeds that were sown in the spring are already summer, and the harvest is coming in the autumn. When these young men are conscripted into the army, most of the land and herds will be abandoned because of the lack of manpower, which is not a happy thing. You must know that His Majesty Louis III's conscription order, but the entire province of Aquitania, all healthy young men in the territory of Duke Paul must enlist in the army. Although the province of Aquitania was one of the main granaries of the Empire, such a large-scale conscription order allowed the Marquis and Jack to foresee that even if the Empire won the war, it might not hurt the empire that received the war reparations, but for the people of Aquitania the life would be difficult for the years after the war.

"Did you hear Gibson's personal solicitation order, haha, this is a good opportunity!" said old Gibson. When he was young, he was unable to obtain meritorious service in the army and be promoted to the rank of knight due to physical reasons, which led to him becoming a grizzled firehead in a dilapidated tavern. Now, hehe, here's the opportunity, and the perfect opportunity to change the rest of your life and future generations has finally arrived. Old Gibson felt that he had to seize this fleeting opportunity no matter what.

Imperial martial arts prevailed, and meritorious deeds were rewarded, among which those with outstanding merits could even receive knighthoods conferred by His Majesty. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why the Aragorn Empire is so strong.

"But father, I ............," was evident in little Gibson's eyes, with extreme fear and reluctance. Little Gibson had no interest in marching into battle, and his greatest desire was to become a great chef.

"Bastard thing. ”

"Smack. ”

The cowardly son made the already crazy old Gibson angry, and with an expression of hatred, he slapped his son in the face without thinking about it.

Of course, little Gibson's originally red little face suddenly had an extra slap-shaped red mark, which was so dazzling. After receiving such a blow, little Gibson chose to remain silent and did not dare to squeak again. He also thinks that the truth comes out of his fist, and if he really has to do it himself, his son will obey and obey his own wishes.

The chef turned his head and glanced contemptuously at the "mud" lying on the ground behind him, and said in his heart: "This dog thing can take this opportunity to send him away, so that I can be out of sight and out of mind in the future." Oh, by the way, that's a good way to ask that Hakim bastard to bring in a few little workers. Hehe, maybe I can ............ from it" Old Gibson quickly calculated his wishful thinking in his heart, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently showed a wicked smile.

In this way, under the slogan of the old Gibson chanting "Long live the Aragon Empire, beat the Slovenians", the non-commissioned officer of the registration office was very moved to write down the names of little Gibson and little Allen. Finally, after listening to the sad story that old Gibson had concocted about his family, the sergeant unexpectedly gave two small silver coins to the old man as relief funds.

According to the laws of the Empire and the custom of the province of Aquitania, the family of each recruit who was drafted into the army received a bounty of one gold coin from the Empire. Of course, as the guardian of Gibson Jr. and Little Aaron, the old Gibson and all the military families in the Salz City area who loved the Empire, supported His Majesty Louis III, and upheld the dignity and glory of the Empire, happily received the two golden gold coins from the master chief of the recruiting office, with respectful and trembling hands.