"If you want to maintain your combat effectiveness in an unfamiliar area, you must first adapt to the local environment!" Fichette and I are also wearing military uniforms, "Are you cold now!"

"Cold!" the soldiers roared.

"It's not cold!" said the magicians.

"Magicians know how to resist cold, of course they don't get cold!" I said, "Of course, you can ask magicians to bless you, but magicians have a limited amount of magic!

"So, your first training goal is out!" I continued, "In a short period of time, warriors with a foundation in magic must be proficient in intermediate cold-fighting techniques with the help of magicians! Warriors who can't learn magic, I have other arrangements!"

"Yes—"

"Of course, we don't ask you to learn it today, that's unrealistic," Fischette said, "but for the sake of everyone's lives, you better master it sooner!"

"Now!" I ordered aloud, "Soldiers who can't use magic come with me! Soldiers who can learn magic stay where they are, led by His Highness Fichette!"

I walked aside with two squads of fifty soldiers, who were inherently incapable of mastering magic due to their race.

First, he taught them how to warm up every part of their body in the cold climate, move their stiff joints, beat their muscles that were clumped, and then run a few laps with them.

When everyone was sweating, I used myself as a sample to teach them how to prevent frostbite while wearing combat uniforms.

"If you don't want to freeze to death. There are two things to be aware of!First. You have to make enough calories for yourself. There are different approaches to each part of the body...... The other is to protect yourself from the heat and don't let the fucking wind blow it away......"

I started with the reason why a person can feel cold, and went all the way to the correct wearing of clothes and armor, the protection of vital parts, the choice of food, the treatment of frostbite...... Not only did I pour everything I knew into their heads, but I also arranged for a few magicians to stand next to them and write down my words word for word.

The three squads each rotated twice over six days, under the strict supervision of Fischette and me. Almost all soldiers were able to withstand the cold in a way that suited them. Soldiers with a foundation in magic also have a low-level cold resistance technique, and soldiers who don't know magic know how to keep their bodies hot with proper movement and correct clothing, and will build a small snowdrift to hide themselves in it when they stand guard......

With this foundation in mind, we began the second phase - the training of the rapid march.

The only rapid march does not mean that everyone spreads their legs and runs, that should be called fleeing for their lives.

Since it is a march, no matter whether it is urgent or slow, it must have reconnaissance in front and protection in the rear, and all the formations must not be chaotic. Keep your formation neat during the run. The soldiers must know where the commander is, and the orders of the commander must be conveyed to each subordinate in the shortest possible time.

It's easy to say. It's too hard to do. During the previous few days of training, either the Wingman Scout was blown away by the strong wind, or the Herald got lost in the snow...... Even more excessively, one day Helt's wolf team ran too fast, and as a result, they lost contact with the Winged Scout in the snowstorm, and the whole team accidentally ran onto a large frozen lake, surrounded by wind and snow on all sides, and there was no reference at all...... When they were found, the hundreds of people in the wolf squad were huddled together and did not dare to move.

However, their morale was good, and they all had purple lips and were still singing military songs.

After mutual cooperation, a single training becomes a confrontation.

An area is mapped out, and then a team sets off first, and when the snow completely obscures their tracks, the other team has to find them within the allotted time. Whether it's hiding or finding, there is no limit to the method.

At the beginning of this training, almost everyone prefers to play the hiding side. Just cover up your activities in the wind and snow, find a piece of snow, dig dozens of holes and drill into it!

So, I personally led the team to follow it every day.

Teach the soldiers of the search team how to analyze the entire terrain, how to judge the general direction and speed of the opponent based on the shape and weather, how to confirm the key points, and how to search in different areas...... Under my teaching, the shape of the search squad began to improve.

When the hiding team started complaining, I turned to lead them.

Teach the soldiers in hiding how to set up suspicious formations, how to annihilate all traces left by themselves in a short period of time, how to use nature to disguise themselves, and how to find gaps between the other side's search areas......

After the squads became familiar with these methods, I found a strict problem: what if I did this in exchange for the command of the weak squad...... I'm going to be tired of it, these guys don't want to use their brains yet.

So I stopped leading the team, but called a briefing for all the participants at the end of each day's training. At the meeting, the winning team presented the methods used, the losing team reviewed their mistakes, and the team that did not participate in the training that day listened obediently.

Fichette and I would comment on the spot, and then appoint some of the soldiers who stood out as temporary officers, and if the squad of these temporary officers did not lose three rotations, they would be converted to full officers.

Originally, the Guards Regiment was composed of the most outstanding warriors and magicians, and everyone was full of arrogance, so they could tolerate others who were more outstanding than themselves......

Digging deep is so bad that some of my guards will hide in the snow in the trees, under the busy trade routes where the carriages and horses pass, and even in the thick ice...... No one would do such stupid things as rummaging around with weapons, and my soldiers would dig holes in the snow and listen to distant noises, look at the marks on the ground to know what kind of race it was and when, and measure it with their fingers and look at the snowflakes falling in the air to see if the snow in front of them had been processed......

Under the painstaking efforts of Fichette and me, the entire Guards Regiment entered a state of severe competition! In the course of training in rotation after rotation, the soldiers frequently came up with tricks: the whims of those who were hiding. Even the most cunning fox is beyond the reach of the dust. The person in charge of the search is even more shrewd and capable. Even the most seasoned hunter has to sigh to himself......

Watch them grow day by day. I'm not sure if I'll be able to escape from them, or get them out of all sorts of weird places in a short time...... But overall, they're learning better than I expected, and that's a good thing.

Training escalates again, this time with the search team not only finding the opponent, but also "eliminating" them. At the same time, the other side is allowed to launch a counterattack after dodging the allotted time. Later, there was no time set at all, and you could fight back by completing a task.

The tasks were set at random by Fichette and I. On the one hand, in order to conceal our true intentions, and on the other hand, to train the soldiers in their resilience, we have set up tasks that are mostly bizarre. Or take advantage of the night to steal ten cows from the nearby town and show them to us and send them back, or go somewhere to cut down a forest or something......

Of course, these missions will tell the search team, but they are mixed with the other three fake missions.

The hiding team combined the results of various training they had mastered before, deceived and lured them at all costs, and tried their best to conceal their true intentions, so that they could complete the task and then counterattack, and at this time. Search squads tend to be scattered.

The search team had to learn to analyze the vague information in their hands, and then follow the clues they found. In a very short period of time, you can judge the real mission of the hiding team, if the opponent's task is not completed, you must immediately arrange an encirclement plan, and if the opponent's mission is completed, you must shrink your strength in order to protect yourself......

Fichette and I followed the two teams that participated in the training. When they act, we record every tactic they play, and we don't tell them if there is a mistake. At the end of the team's training, they will explain in detail the mistakes they have made.

Three squads take turns playing, each of which has to play the role of a search team and then a hiding team, after which a group of temporary officers are appointed at the meeting. Then the soldiers were on duty, and the temporary officers seized the time to meet to sum up their experience, formulate a tactical research map, and prepare for the next rotation training.

With the gradual change of terrain and climate, the duration of confrontation training is getting longer and longer, half a day, one day, and the longest time is three days and three nights.

Compared with the progress of the Guards Regiment, this training also brought a lot of negative effects. First of all, there are all kinds of strange events in the area through which the Guards Regiment passes, like a certain lord's carriage being dismantled into pieces...... Another example is that the two lords woke up at dawn and found themselves sleeping in each other's kitchens...... I don't know who built thousands of snowmen overnight on a major trade route...... Although no one dared to impose these things on me, the magistrates of various countries would inadvertently mention them when they came to see me, and from time to time they would ask, "Glorious Blessed Knight, Lord Cohen, will you leave my precinct in the near future?"

Secondly, we lost a lot of time because of training. It was supposed to be less than two months away, but now the time is almost up, and we are only halfway there, and if we don't go back soon, we will be beaten by the wrench.

Finally, of course, there was a strong protest against the accompanying sacrifice, against my sometimes rough attitude, because I had been rude to a sacrifice. and protest against my carelessness, because I once left them in the wilderness for two days......

On this day, Fischette, who realized the problem, came to the Sky Squad to look for me.

"You're worried about this?" I said, "the training of the three squads is almost good, and they are familiar with the ice and snow terrain and semi-snow terrain, so let's arrange the last training session!"

"Still training?" Fichette shook his head, "Don't you think it's better to go back to the dark and train?"

"Listen to me!" I said, "that's why we need this training in order to get back into the darkness as soon as possible!"

"All right," Fichette agreed, after hearing my explanation, "but tonight's meeting has to be arranged!"

On the same day, I announced that the training was coming to an end, and I would treat everyone in the evening.

A roaring campfire is lit at the campsite, and whole game is skewered on the grill, dripping oil into the fire and letting the rich aroma drift in the wind.

The soldiers were divided into three piles in small formations, and the soldiers of each race were huddled together, and the long training had taught them that there were not too many differences between the races. Compared to the camaraderie and trust that comes from training, the strange customs and relatively withdrawn personalities of the alien comrades-in-arms are nothing but a fart......

Soldiers already know how to approach a comrade of another race, how to gain his trust, and what to do to make him like him. How to deal with conflicts...... From the point of view of army management. Or from the point of view of military command. Nearly three hundred soldiers have already qualified as junior officers.

Elves and sandmen nibbled on fruit back-to-back, humans and wingmen laughed at each other, orcs and dwarves bragged...... A happy and harmonious life is as simple as that, and it is the same for everyone.

"Stand up—salute!" Seeing Fischette and I emerge from the tent, the star officer shouted the command.

The soldiers stood up, "Hello sir!"

Fichette and I returned the favor.

"Sit down!"

"As you should know, we've been training for too long," Fichette said first. "So we had to end early. ”

"Yes, you're well fed tonight," I picked up, "and we'll have our last training session tomorrow." ”

"Yes—"

The soldiers replied loudly, their faces flushed by the fire.

The next day, after a meeting with all the officers, including the provisional officers, I gave the soldiers one last training order.

The order was simple, the three squads were to reach a border city in Sibia in the shortest possible time, and no one would be found on the way and no one would be caught. There is no limit to the method.

I dare say that no other commander has the guts I have. At least not in the Divine Alliance, who dared to order his subordinates to cross the two countries without notice. Not to mention that you have to take care of the supplies on the road yourself, but also to avoid the army of the country where you are located.

But the soldiers were not afraid, as if they had never been afraid of anything since they followed me, and they gave the order and all of them geared up.

The convoy was discarded, the priests were pressed on horseback, and Fischette and I went first with fifty men.

Every day, we traveled along the trade route and then stayed overnight at a predetermined location.

Waiting, what are you waiting for? Waiting for a merchant or beggar to pass by, suddenly baring his teeth and smiling at you, "Report to the sir, our team has arrived at the designated area, and it is normal to ......."

Three people a day come to report, never stopping.

Fischette and I could roughly deduce the way the three squads marched and the style that had gradually taken shape.

The Wolf Squad, that's a group of robbers who are domineering. Led by Halter, they would attack a defender of the place at night, tear the poor defender into pigs, and then swagger to their destination in the clothes they had stolen. Along the way, take a boat and ride a horse, eat and drink.

The Sky Squad, like their commander, is hard-working. Go over the mountains and mountains to take shortcuts, and practice the ability to travel hundreds of miles a day. Day and night, he hides the guards, and his body is as fast as a ghost. Running wildly, leaving hundreds of miles of newly opened trails, dozens of single-plank bridges erected, and the birds and beasts along the road greatly reduced their production that year......

Nighthawk Squad ...... Under the leadership of a Living Treasure Commander, they are no longer a suitable team to fight on the battlefield, or I should seriously consider the purpose of this Living Treasure Squad.

This kid Jack disguised the soldiers as all kinds of characters, what kind of food, what kind of aristocratic son, what kind of alien mercenary...... These are not angry, but the angry thing is that they will teleport, you just saw a beggar wandering on the trade road, and when you get to the next town, you find him sitting on the side of the street with a pitiful look, "Big brother and sister, merciful lord, give me something to eat......"

It's not strange for a noble son to chase a woman, right? But if the aristocratic sons who form gangs chase a "woman" who is so ugly that they can scare the demons to death, and it will be thousands of miles after them, it will be a different matter. They took their servants with them, ate and drank along the way, and stayed in high-end inns, and God knows where the money came from......

Mercenaries are better, they just like to fight a little while eating. When Mercenary A wiped his mouth after eating and was about to pay, Mercenary B shouted "Give me back my wife!" and rushed in with weapons in hand, and the two of them slashed and beat the sky darkly...... Then mercenary A was unable to catch it and began to escape, and mercenary B chased after him with great momentum......

When you get to the next town, you can see Mercenary B sitting in the restaurant ordering food, "I said boss, bring me a roasted whole lamb ......"

This kind of thing, one or two things will be funny, three or four will be surprised, five or six will be uneasy, and more will be afraid. And because these facts are not strictly in place, all of a sudden, all the information that flew towards the temple was snowflake-like, and the temple replied, "...... In the war between gods and demons, it will be a troublesome affair for demons, and the officials and lords of various places do not need to filter more, and they must defend with peace of mind......"

Fifteen days later, Fichette and I arrived in the border city of Conquak in Spia, gathered our troops, and arrived in the Holy Capital four days later. For me, the Holy Capital is another battlefield, and the day of the Holy Capital is not far from the legal New Year in Sbia.

The cheering crowd in the middle of the road, the streamers fluttering in the sky...... Looking at these, I don't have the mood to go back to the Holy Capital last time.

To celebrate the Empire's possession of two Blessed Knights at the same time, His Majesty Kremer uncharacteristically received us in the Grand Hall of the Royal Palace, accompanied by the principal officials and the High Priests of the Holy Temple.

Fischette and I, dressed in silver armor bestowed by the god of war, entered the main hall to the sound of court music and saluted His Majesty Kremer.

Although the two of us are blessed knights, we are still ministers and juniors of His Majesty Kremmer, and it is appropriate to give His Majesty a great gift to the monarch. But our current identity, our intimate relationship with His Majesty, is a heavy blow to the people of the Temple and the Left Phase.

His majesty is still the same, and the ministers are still the same, but my dear father is not here.

"I think that since I inherited the imperial power, the Sibia Empire has not even had a single Divine Blessed Knight," His Majesty seemed very happy, "Who would have thought that two Divine Blessed Knights would appear in the palace of my Sibian Empire today!"

The courtiers on either side all smiled and echoed loudly, but it was a little difficult to tell whether it was a fake smile or a real smile.

"Get up, accept everyone's congratulations," said Kremmer, who personally came over and picked us up, "you deserve it!"

As he spoke, he squeezed my hand slightly.

"Yes!" (to be continued......)