Our 100 people enjoyed the treatment of the first team of personal guards of the 100 people, an independent training ground, an independent canteen and accommodation area. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIt took me a while to get used to the environment assigned to us, a bunk dormitory for eight people, and the canteen master pulled two large carts to feed us. We no longer have to fight over rations every day, and live as comfortably as pigs.

But my gut feeling is that it's not going to be that simple, and maybe it's going to be a test.

When it came time to allocate the rooms, I had an extra eye and divided the ten people who Tiktis had inserted into five rooms, two of which were "nails" that had been inserted, but six of which were my brothers. That way, Tiktis would feel like I was giving his eyes and ears more access to other people, and I was actually in control. It's actually a gamble and a contest to see who has the better control over the opponent. In order to keep a firm grip on the control, I stuffed each of these five rooms with two henchmen, all of whom were young men who had followed me out of Buyoune, especially Caesar and Molodov, and I had placed them in the rooms of Arthurs and another of whom I felt to be chiefs, and I believed in my men.

The equipment I asked for was quickly in place, fifty long and short guns, and fifty long-handled broad-edged knives. The phalanx spear is a two-meter-four-five super-long gun used by the Rhodoks, and the short-handled gun is a one-meter-three-five small gun used by the Kujits. I picked out fifty sturdy lads and trained them to form a phalanx of spears. At first there was a lot of confusion and almost accidental injuries, but then I made them into four rows of twelve people, with extra-long guns in the second and fourth rows, and short-handled guns in the first and third rows. The first row and the third row are respectively designated to give orders and unify the rhythm. The rightmost member of the queue automatically becomes the teller, and if he falls on the battlefield, the first person alive on the far right of each queue automatically becomes the teller. In order for them to develop this concept, I kept ordering the person on the far right of the queue to play dead in turn, until finally everyone had this awareness, and when I found that the person on the right had fallen, it would automatically result in a slogan, and the whole rhythm would not be scattered until the last person left.

Then the rhythm of the attack is adjusted, when shouting one, the first row of super long guns and the second row of short guns are stabbed, the third and fourth rows of guns are retracted, and when shouting two, the first two rows are retracted, and the last two rows are stabbed, so that the entire gun array can be kept with an endless output. And even if the enemy breaks through the farthest guide spear and approaches the side, he will be pierced by the short-handled spear in the back row. With the rhythm of the password, the gun array is like a hideous monster chewing all the time, tearing all the approaching people alive.

After half a month of frontal gun training, I put Molodov in charge of stabbing drills from all angles of the gun formation, as well as queue keeping and rotational forward strike training during the operation.

Fifty others with strong arms. I was divided into two rows of 25 men each, each armed with a 170-centimeter-long broad-edged knife. The rhythm of their battle is very aggressive, shouting for one moment, the first row to slash, the second row to raise their swords, and when shouting two, the second row to slash, step forward and cross the first row, and the first row raises their knives. In this repeated cycle, the entire front can form a unified and hideous kill. It took me half a month to achieve such proficiency, and in the second half of the month, I assigned Caesar to focus on training the swordmen's weight-bearing running and formation interspersing skills, until even if there were only two people left, they could form such a continuous knife formation.

A month passed in a flash, and soon it was time to make it like Tiktis. Training at the entire training ground stopped that day, and everyone gathered at the edge of our training area to watch us walk through the queues on both sides and demonstrate the two tactics at once. When I shouted "Take", the hundred young men under my command simultaneously slammed the long weapons in their hands on the ground, making a roar like a hammer hitting the ground, and there was silence in the field for a moment.

Tiktis showed a faint smile: "It's a bit like that, I don't know how it will be in actual combat." As he spoke, he waved his hand to the back, and the first squad of infantry hundred-man immediately came out, each of them with a wooden shield and a wooden sword, led by Caron, with a faint ferocity in his eyes.

Caron said, "Emmons, I heard that you are very good at training, I think that's it, you can take a good look at how I crush your children's games!"

I laughed, and when Caron didn't speak, I knew he wasn't a threat, as the old saying goes, a barking dog doesn't bite. I said to Caesar, "Take twenty brothers and kill them." ”

Caesar shouted excitedly, "Order!" and casually pointed out twenty brothers from the long knife team, and they came out with heavy wooden oars instead of sharp broad-edged knives.

Caron was so angry that his nose was crooked, and with a loud roar, he drew his practice sword and pounced, followed by a hundred or so screaming young men.

I couldn't help but laugh, and as soon as Cuarón rushed at me, I knew we were going to win. Sure enough, only Caesar's command was heard, and a two-column long knife queue unfolded, and the wooden oars rose and fell neatly in turn like churning water, but a series of "fluffy popping" sounds were heard, and within a few minutes Cuarón fled back with a blue nose and swollen face, followed by a series of defeated soldiers who had lost their armor.

Caesar shouted, "Close!", and the twenty young men slammed the wooden paddles to the ground with a sound no less than the previous hundred men.

Tiktius's expression became serious, and he looked to the side, and I saw Pami, who was fully clothed, riding his horse, slowly coming out of the ranks.

Is this going to face the entire first squad in one go?

Pami didn't speak, but the look in her eyes was a little encouraging, and my apprehensive heart immediately settled. Anyway, it's an exercise, even if you face the entire first squad, what does it matter?

I waved at the boys, and almost in the blink of an eye, the hundred lads formed an array of Molodov with spears in the center, with Caesar and Jack each leading twenty-five swordsmen to guard the left and right flanks. On the opposite side of them, Pami slowly put forward the classic archers, the infantry phalanx at the rear, and the twenty or so cavalrymen from the Hundred Guards concentrated on the flanks, waiting for an opportunity to break through the traditional formation.

At this time, Tikotis stood up and sounded the first war drum himself.

The archer's arrows were removed from the arrows, and a small cloth bag dipped in lime was used as a cluster of arrows, and anyone who had more than three lime marks on his body was considered dead. Before the rain of arrows began, Molodov and Caesar set up an evacuation formation in time, and few people "died", but when the formation contracted, the cavalry on the opposite side seized the opportunity and killed in a wedge formation from the flank of Jack's defense. Jack immediately organized the longknife men to resist, and the cavalry on the opposite side paid the price of five or six horsemen to disperse Jack's longknife team, but at this time, Molodov's gun array was also assembled, and the cavalry could only go around in a circle and go back, and everyone did not take advantage of the first round.

The second round started unexpectedly, and the Jack long knife team, which was dispersed by the cavalry, did not rout, but took advantage of the shortcomings of the opponent's cavalry and the lack of mobile troops, and gave full play to the results of this half a month's long-distance running training, quickly interspersed in front of the opponent's archers, and killed the opponent's archers with a knife formation formed by more than a dozen people. Although it was a wooden oar, it hurt a lot, and the opponent's archers actually collapsed under a few looks. The infantry phalanx in the rear was rushed by the archers, and the Caesar on the other side took advantage of the situation to cooperate with Jack to play a beautiful pincer attack, and only about a third of the infantry phalanx that collapsed on the flanks were stubbornly resisting. The cavalry who lost the red eye immediately returned to the division, but at this time, they could not break through the two sides of the Jack Longknife Team and the Caesar Longknife Team, and were blocked behind the two knife formations, and finally were squeezed up by the gun array and made dumplings.

As soon as the cavalry was gone, the will of the remaining one-third of the recalcitrant infantry was completely broken, and Molodov's almost unlost gun array became the last straw that crushed them, and in less than half an hour, the whole exercise was completely over. More than half of our losses were taken, more than a dozen of them were shot by a rain of arrows, more than thirty were condemned to death in the process of delaying the cavalry, and a few were cut down by the opposing infantry. The opponent's entire squad of 300 people was completely defeated, and more than 100 people were judged dead, and the cavalry team was completely killed.

Who would have thought that a recruit who had only been trained for a month, combined with some long weapons, would be able to win such an almost one-sided victory? If the first squad had no cavalry, one can imagine how the battle would have been even more one-sided.

Pami smiled: "It seems that I still underestimate this Emmons, and he deserves to be the person that the leader fancies." ”

Tiktis nodded: "That's right, a promising young man. It's not just you mountain people who have taken a fancy to him, but we of the Dark Order have taken a fancy to him as well......"

Pami smiled: "Look at what you say, haven't we mountain people all joined the Dark Order, we are one." ”

Tiktis smiled: "That's right, I'm speechless, we're one." ”

After that exercise, I noticed that the eyes of those who looked at me, or at my subordinates, were filled with mixed emotions such as envy, jealousy, hostility, and flattery. I know that this is a normal thing, the boys in this base, regardless of their personalities and pasts, have one thing in common, the oppressed hot-blooded youth, and the attraction of my iron army to the hot-blooded youth is huge.

But I didn't let my guard down because of this, and there were still ten "nails" in the team. The last time I was acting, I guessed that they might take the opportunity to turn back and cause a big rout during the exercise, and thus drive me out. For this reason, I also specially instructed Caesar, Molodov, Jack, and Acrylic to keep an eye on them and make emergency preparations. Who knew that during the exercise, these ten people were unusually brave, like dragons and tigers, especially Arthurs and a guy named Pisa Chero, who took the command with extraordinary accuracy when the first person in the first column of the team was knocked down by the cavalry, and maintained the entire front from being torn apart, which can be said to be even indispensable.

It made me feel more wary. This shows that Tiktis has a lot of intentions for me, and maybe I don't know when I was killed by a dagger stabbed from behind. I felt nervous, like a rat being targeted by an old cat. I thought all night about how to get a firm grasp of the whole team as quickly as possible, and become a reliable hole card in the hand, rather than a poisonous snake that can be eaten at any time. In the end, I thought about it as if I was dreaming, thinking about the distant past, how I had the naïve ideal of being a hero. It dawned on me that my original heroic ideals had their origins in a poem sung by a bard who passed through our village, and that my heart had henceforth flown between the fortified stone fortresses and ancient battlefields of Calradia.

And I'm a bard myself.

The next morning, during training, I had the brothers stand in four rows on the playground, and I decided to lecture them.

I said, "Among you, it is the peasants who stand up!"

Stand out two-thirds of them at once.

Then I said, "Fishermen, hunters, petty traders, stand out!"

Everyone else stepped forward.

I said, "Among you, you are nobles, you are the lords of the manor, stand up!"

No one moved at this meeting.