The next two days were spent in peace. The Knights www.biquge.info Pen Fun Pavilion seemed to have no intention of attacking at all, and after the Imperial sergeants had set up enough obstacles, they also began to station at the bottom of the ramp in three shifts. Barak had always trained the mercenaries - of course, it had nothing to do with her and Alphonse.

In the afternoon of the second day, the two completed the production and testing of the first set of devices. According to the previous agreement, when they came to the clearing temporarily cleared by the forest, they happened to see the mercenaries training in progress.

Yuffie was unfamiliar with the formation of troops, and the tactics that the mercenaries were using were even more unheard of. She tried to recall what she had read in the book—infantry were usually formed in a squadron of more than 10 men in battle, about 100 in a squadron, and at a higher level, depending on the total number of soldiers in a battle. This allows the chaplains to cast magic spells on their team, and allows them to quickly disperse their formations if necessary, thus reducing the damage caused by enemy area-of-effect spells.

But this time, she saw a group of three to four people, a squadron of more than ten people, and a large group of about forty people. On top of this, there is a battle sequence composed of more than 100 people. Using flags and special gestures, the mercenaries relay orders from the highest commander down to each group. Their movements may seem chaotic at first glance, but on closer inspection, they have a strict rhythm and rhythm, like a well-arranged opera.

After about a quarter of an hour, the man ordered the mercenaries to stop training and gathered them together. He turned to look at the girl, and Juffie waved at him as she approached Alphonse.

"Is it done?" As usual, there was no emotion in the man's eyes, but there seemed to be trust in her voice. "So, let's put it to the test."

He summoned one of the mercenaries to Yuffe. She pulled a device out of her jacket pocket. The device was a flat cuboid about half the size of a palm, dusty, and unremarkable. Several runes were etched into one of its sides, and Yuffie placed her finger on the top rune and whispered something as the device hummed and lit up with a faint blue glow.

"Take it, run that way, and get to the end of the woods." She handed the device to the mercenary, who gave the mercenary a puzzled look at the object in his hand, but did as he was told. The rest of the mercenaries watched the two of them and whispered to each other.

Yuffie took out another device and turned it on as well. Soon after, the mercenary stopped at the end of the woods, about two or three hundred meters away from her, and seemed to be only a finger's high.

"Soldier, give your name." Barak stood beside Yuffie and said in a deep voice.

"Yes! Hans Schneier! ......" The young mercenary's voice came from the device in Yufie's hand, slightly distorted, but the words were legible. He suddenly realized something, and asked in astonishment, "Eh, general, general...... Are you talking!? ”

"That's right." The man replied satisfied, then raised his voice so that the crowd around him could hear, "Every squad, will get such a device." It will replace the flag language and gestures I have taught you. As in training, you must follow orders from your superiors and report back to him. ”

As he spoke, Barak did not glance at the young man in the distance. He scanned the crowd not far away, and Yuffie followed his gaze forward, and saw that the mercenaries' expressions slowly changed from initial surprise and disbelief to faint excitement.

Then, with the assistance of the young mercenary, she conducted a rough test of the device's performance. In an open area, the maximum effective distance of the device is approximately 800 meters. The probing spells used for positioning are weakened by thick earth and stone, but according to the man, even if the distance is reduced to half, it is enough to use.

She followed Barak's instructions and taught the three commanders the basic use of the device - in the previous exercise, they had received orders directly from Barak - and let them test it with their own hands. When all was done, Barak ordered the distant mercenaries to return. Yuffie watched as the young man gasped back into the group, then gave her a thumbs up.

Barak walked past her and walked over to the whole group. The mercenaries subconsciously straightened up, waiting for his command.

"A few of you." He raised his hand and pointed to several mercenaries in the crowd, "Get out of the ranks." ”

The four mercenaries obediently walked to the front of the group, with a slight doubt on their faces. Among them were two Kamal - a middle-aged woman and a young man, an Erna male, and a slightly chubby female Iter. They wore old leather or chain mail, and their shoes were a little worn, and they looked like mercenaries who weren't as mixed up as they were.

Barak looked at the men without saying a word, and Yuffie felt that the air was a little sluggish, and she pulled Alphonse back a few steps, a little further away from the man, before feeling better.

"General, may I ask you......," they looked at each other, and the middle-aged woman spoke, "Is there anything you want us to do?" ”

"I ask you." Barak lowered his gaze, "What are the gods you believe in?" ”

There was a murmur of chatter from the mercenary ranks, and Yuffie took a soft breath.

The four mercenaries standing outside the crowd froze in place, their eyes a little flustered at first, but gradually turning into solid blades. They raised their heads almost at the same time, staring directly at the man who was less than ten paces away.

"General." The middle-aged woman puts her fingers together on her chest, downward, up to right, horizontally to left, and back to square one – the pattern resembles an oblique hourglass. "I will always follow my beloved, gentle mother. She gives us a warm life and a sweet death. Just as we wake up during the day and fall asleep at night. She is both light and shadow. All things are equal in front of her. ”

The woman narrated calmly, with a solemn look on her face. There was a commotion among the mercenaries, but no more action.

Because Barak did not give the order. He just slowly drew his sword and pointed at the four 'mercenaries' opposite.

The women met Barak's gaze and whispered a chant, and the rest of the group followed her as they spoke. The eerily calm of the commotion allowed Yuffie to hear their eulogy.

"There is life and there is death, and there is no life without destruction. There is nothing to be tired of, nothing to be afraid of—"

It was Mal's prayer, a chant often chanted by the soldiers of the Knights of the Crow before they left for battle. That prayer gave them courage and stopped fearing death.

"Time is like a long river, and there is no return. There is a way to enter, and if you stop, you are lost. ”

The four of them prayed in unison, their tones firm and their expressions calm.

"Don't be timid, don't flinch, don't hesitate. If you are greedy for life, you will die, and if you die, you will live! ”

"For the sake of the crows, forward-!"