The sun was shining brightly on the earth, and on the large playground of the Guards Legion, thousands of soldiers wearing only a pair of leather shorts were dividing into large and small circles, carrying out their regular training at different stages every day.

"Bastard, who allowed you to wield your sword like this? Don't think that the crooked ways you learned as a mercenary can run rampant on the battlefield, fool, I warn you one last time! Here, you are learning the real battlefield killing technique, you must always concentrate, go all out, forget your bells and whistles swordsmanship, otherwise I will go home immediately! The Seventh Corps does not need gangsters!"

In a small area on the far right of the camp, a stern-looking centurion was roaring angrily at a military householder, accusing him of useless swordsmanship. And around them, the other soldiers who were being trained were all silent, holding their heads and training hard, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

In the command room, Yalei observed the training situation in the camp, couldn't help nodding again and again, turned to look at Pompey who was smiling and silent, and praised:

"There is still a way for the military division to incorporate the results of actual combat drills into military merits, and they have all their energy hoisted. ”

"This is also the benefit of the Wei system, military households are forbidden to make a living other than farming, and if they want to make further fortune and promotion, they can only rely on military merit. ”

The old man stroked his white beard, and said with a hint of pride on his face:

"The corresponding twenty-level military lord system has not shown any benefits yet, because the governor has not fought a war, and once a war is fought, they have tasted the sweetness of victory, and after a long time, they will become tigers and wolves. ”

"Rank 20 Commander...... Rank 20 Rank ......"

The black-haired knight silently chewed a few times. He shook his head. said softly: "Let's change the name to the twentieth level military merit system." The name "Commander" seems to be a bit beyond my authority. ”

"It's just a name. ”

Pompey was a little unimpressed, but he didn't want to resent his intentions, so he could only compromise: "Since the governor thinks it is inappropriate, change it according to your wishes." ”

"Then it's decided. ”

With that, Yalei turned his gaze to an area in the northeast corner of the camp, where about forty or fifty soldiers practiced their swordsmanship. However, they are different from the group of trained fancy soldiers, they are all recruits who have gone through the first stage of assessment.

The training of this group was markedly different, they were exposed to the slightly hot sunlight, they held wooden swords and wicker shields heavier and thicker than real swords and real shields, and practiced stabbing and stabbing at a wooden stake more than a man high in front of them, and defended themselves with shields, slammed them into the chest of their enemies, and then used their swords to deliver a fatal blow from the bottom up.

This is Rosevia's military fencing technique, after more than a thousand years of refining and improvement, there are no superfluous fancy moves, it is completely the simplest and most direct method of killing, and the pursuit is absolute killing efficiency and training cost.

For the military households. These basic movements are extremely boring and test their perseverance and tenacity. You have to keep repeating it in order to protect yourself and kill the enemy on the battlefield in the future.

Since they can ignite their fighting spirit, then perseverance is definitely not lacking, and the warriors can still withstand this kind of training - most of them also have the ambition to break through the limits and advance to the natural disaster.

The southwest corner, opposite these people, is the essence of the guards, and the training of this group of people is completely different from the previous two groups, they are conducting free fighting training in pairs with real weapons wrapped in thick cloth.

The dull clashing of weapons in the wind, the clash between shields, and the sound of kicking and kicking, along with the rain of sweat on their foreheads, faces, and chests, were splashed away, and the calm eyes that had begun to emerge interpreted the extraordinary spirit of the master.

These people are the elite who have really experienced the war and survived the bloody battlefield, but unfortunately they are unlucky, they went bankrupt for various reasons and had to "sell" themselves to survive.

According to Pompey's 20-level military merit system, this group of people is directly in the second level, and the treatment they enjoy is completely different from the rest of the recruits, which is why they can stay in Celtic with peace of mind.

Smack!

A discordant sound came suddenly, and Yare's eyes turned to the source of the sound, which turned out to be Edith, one of his appointed chief instructors. He quietly walked behind a recruit, and suddenly flew up, kicking the sword he was holding in his hand and flying out, and he sat down directly to the ground with his figure.

In contrast to his rugged appearance, Edith was not a man of rough lines, and he walked up to the recruit who was sitting on the ground, and said word by word in a cold voice:

"You have to be vigilant at all times, pay attention to your surroundings, you can't be obsessed with one-on-one combat, if you're on the battlefield right now, you're already a dead man...... Stand up and continue training, your steps are vain, your center of gravity is skewed, and the next plate is a mess, are you igniting the vindictive spirit when rolling the sheets with **?"

After speaking, he walked away expressionlessly, leaving only the recruit Tie Qing with a blue face for a long time, turned over neatly and quickly stood up, picked up the short sword, and continued to practice silently. This time, he struggled to keep his center of gravity and try to keep it lower, making every step solid and powerful.

"This is a good officer. Pompey looked at the instructor's back and said in an appreciative tone.

"Definitely. ”

Ya Lei bowed his head slightly, his pupils flickered, and he said like a few treasures:

"His name was Edith, a native of the Franks, but he served as a foreign officer in Roseveria and received the most formal regimental training. After returning home from the army, he served as a mid-level officer for a period of time, but he lost everything because of the demonic disaster, and now he and his wife Claire join the Guard's Army, and he is a warrior worth looking forward to. ”

"It seems that the Governor thinks very highly of this man. ”

"I don't want to talk about it, I just need to know the information of everyone under my command. The black-haired knight looked at Edith's back and suddenly showed a smile:

"But I'm really looking forward to seeing him. ”

There are not many training programs he has set for military households, but they are not as rigorous as those of the new army, but they are lenient training in the eyes of the Rossevians. Naturally, it will not be loose.

A famous writer who was born in the city of Shechem once said so. The training of the Rosevian regiment was bloodless fighting. And the fight is just bloody training for them.

The training forms of the guards are as follows: ordinary march, rapid march, digging trenches, building barracks, tidying up equipment, swimming, swordsmanship, and fighting. After these basic trainings, they will be taken out of the barracks and will begin armed cross-country training along the mountain roads. There are two types of marching requirements, one is to cover fifty miles on foot in three hours, fully armed, and the other is to march 200 miles in the same amount of time.

After running, return to the barracks, rest in the queue, and eat by the way. In the afternoon, the military infantry training began on the playground to train how to maintain various combat formations and coordinate operations in fierce battle situations.

In addition, there is a semi-entertainment activity, that is, the military parade pace training, which is the political training that Yalei promised the local tyrants of the country, and it is necessary to find an opportunity for them to see the most majestic and heroic military appearance, and enhance the confidence of investors.

......

In Dunlun City, the attic of a tavern that was originally used by the tavern owner to store some miscellaneous items, is littered with empty beer kegs and worn-out crates. Because it is rarely used, it is dusty all over the floor, and dense cobwebs are hung on the beams. The air is also very turbid because it is not circulated.

However, at this moment, there are many people standing in such a place that is completely unsuitable for conversation or deliberation. Most of them were men, except for one slender woman with pointed ears and pointed ears.

Charles's former dog-legged John, dressed as a hunter, stood behind a middle-aged man with a full mouth and beard, and looked at Aisha with obscene eyes from time to time.

"Your progress is too slow! That man has now started to train a new army, and you have found nothing, and it is difficult to even meet him, things are so slack, do you still want this month's medicine?"

The middle-aged man unceremoniously reprimanded the tree elf, and when he saw that she didn't react, he touched his beard and said coldly: "Your daughter only has nine fingers now, you don't want her to have one less, right?"

Aisha maintained an indifferent expression and said a little weakly:

"I've done my best, Artia is not stupid, taking the initiative to give a hug will cause suspicion, give me another half a month. ”

"Miss Aisha is too modest. ”

John walked out from behind the middle-aged man and teased: "As long as you use the ability to confuse Mr. Charles back then to tempt that kid, are you afraid that you won't be able to do things?"

"Mr. John!"

Miss Dryad raised her voice suddenly, and looked at him like a dirty stray dog: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will strangle you right now." ”

“......”

John's face turned pale, and he subconsciously took a few steps back to protect his neck, until everyone cast mocking glances, he reacted, and scolded in a hateful whisper:

"This slut!"

"Enough, John, don't speak. ”

The middle-aged man waved his hand, signaled him to shut up, then looked at Aisha and said:

"You said it would take half a month, I will give you half a month, and if you can't get that kid after half a month, your daughter will only have eight fingers left. ”

“......”

Miss Dryad's body froze, as if there was a porcelain shatter in her heart.

"And ......"

The middle-aged man picked her chin with his fingers and said with a sneer:

"I advise you, don't have unrealistic delusions, that kid is already a confidant of a governor at a young age, and his future is immeasurable, think about his identity. It's impossible for you to live as a normal person anymore, and it's best to remember how ugly you were when you were addicted to drugs before weaving your dreams. ”

Aisha's reserved disguise was cruelly torn apart by him, and tears suddenly welled up, and she was like a butterfly stuck in the mud, trying to fly again and again, but she was carried by her heavy wings and fell into the mud again and again.

......

"The address on the note...... This is the place to be. Alcia looked up and was greeted by a small, old-style wooden house that had no sunlight all year round.

"Miss Aisha, are you there?" he knocked on the door.

"You're here. ”

Miss Tree Elf smiled and opened the door, and the moment she appeared, it was like a noble tulip blooming in the humble flower room. She wore a pure white dress with a skirt that only reached the knees, and her slender legs were elegant and moving.

"Hello...... That one...... I'm coming!"

He looked around the room a little bewildered, and found that the furniture and furnishings were just as old, even shabby. The only thing beautiful and precious is the hostess of the wooden house.

"Come on in. ”

Aisha smiled like a flower and welcomed the blonde boy into the room, and took out the only tea set to make tea for him.

The living room of the wooden house is very narrow, and next door is the bedroom, and Alcia itself is not bad for money, and seeing that the living environment of the woman she admires is so poor, there is a faint feeling of uneasiness and heartache.

Miss Dryad made tea in a slightly notched, but very clean glass cup, handed it to the other party, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, there is no better cup in the room." ”

The blonde boy hurriedly took it and took a sip: "It's nothing, this one is good." ”

Aisha smiled, she deliberately put on light makeup, her fair skin was like porcelain, she looked very good, and her beautiful face was even more gorgeous than usual. Of course, Alcia didn't know that it was the result of the other party taking the medicine beforehand.

"Alsya...... How long have we known each other?"

She looked at each other with eyes as gentle as water, and asked angrily.

"It's been a few months...... Since that coincidence......"

The blonde boy is usually a super family squat, and his only hobby is Miss Alice, and he has never been so close to such a beautiful woman in his life, and his face is a little red.

"I hate almost all human beings, but you're special. Her red lips were almost touching the other's ear, and she murmured:

"What do I look like to you?"

Alcia's head thundered, and he only felt that everything in front of him was blurred, and said in a daze:

"In my eyes...... Miss Aisha is also very special...... You are a strong, confident, and beautiful woman...... Same as Miss Alice...... No, no, no...... I mean, you're even better than Miss Alice. ”

"Sometimes...... Reality isn't as rosy as I imagined, and I'm the same. Aisha raised her face, tears glistening in her eyes:

"Perhaps, I am a very unbearable woman. ”

As a young man who has been squatting at home for a long time, where can he stand this, he suddenly felt so distressed that he wanted to cut open his chest to show her: "No matter what Miss Aisha's past is, I don't care, I swear!"

"Liars. Miss Dryad bit the corner of her lip, then smiled, "Men are liars, I thought you were different." (To be continued.) )