The night passed without incident, Lieutenant Colonel William did not send anyone to look for trouble, and the training continued the next morning.

However, at the end of the day, a distinguished guest appeared in the training camp with Dodim. It was Prince Marcus, who was probably finally tired of the life of the people and wanted to get a serious glimpse of life in the barracks.

This arrangement was obviously unexpected by Lieutenant Colonel William, because no one had been notified, and the War Department had not handed out the colorful new clothes, and asked everyone to dress up and show their vigor like actors.

So Prince Marcus had the pleasure of seeing real soldiers—sweaty black boys in dirty linen robes. He was visibly surprised, his eyes full of suspicion, as if the place that Dodim had brought him to was not the famous Spiral Wing training camp, but the Vache slave camp.

As the training instructor of the 28th War Regiment of the Spiral Army, Qi Lang had the unshirkable responsibility to first stand at the front of the team and give a military salute to Marcus, welcoming His Royal Highness the Prince on behalf of the soldiers. But in the process, his eyes kept asking Captain Dodim for help, because he really didn't know how to react at this time, and he probably would never be able to understand Lieutenant Colonel William's deception.

But before Captain Dodim could give a hint, Prince Marcus had already begun his speech slowly: "Soldiers, this is hard to imagine, your training uniform has opened my eyes, is this the newly developed armor of our military department? Don't be heartbroken for your new clothes, the Empire has provided the best equipment, and we are willing to spend money on you, as you all know, as the generous royal family has always done. ”

It should be said that the soldiers of the 28th Regiment are all unenlightened fellows, which is probably influenced by their instructors, and their performance on this occasion is too wooden, and even the applause is only heard at the prompting of Captain Dodim.

But after listening to this speech, they actually put their enthusiasm back into swordsmanship training. It was simply unimaginable, because if there was a different commander to lead the team, he would definitely ask the distinguished guest first to determine what kind of performance His Royal Highness needed to see.

In order to avoid the situation from worsening, Dodim called Qi Lang over at the first time and introduced Prince Marcus: "This is the Sergeant Qi Lang I mentioned to you. As a new recruit, he has experienced many battles, and he will definitely be able to take on the responsibility of protecting His Highness's safety. ”

Marcus frowned and waved his hand at Dodim, looking impatient, and instead walked up to Qi Lang and asked, "Are you the best soldier?"

If this question were answered by a white boy, he would definitely give a positive answer with confidence. But Qi Lang is not, although he has lived in the Western world for a long time, the humility of the Oriental is still an irreplaceable virtue in his mind. He smiled and shook his head, "I'm afraid not. There are many soldiers in the Spiral Front, about twenty or thirty thousand people, and there are countless excellent ones. ”

This answer was obviously not satisfactory to Marcus, and he proudly lifted his three-layered fat chin, snorted, and said, "If you are not the best soldier, then what right do you have to protect the greatest king of the future?"

Qi Lang realized from Dodim's eyes that he needed to show his loyalty and show his abilities with all his might, otherwise, the prince's words would make Dodim's efforts go to naught—Qi Lang had to take over the task, or Colonel William would have found an excuse to throw him in prison again.

"But Your Highness the Prince, I am striving to become the best soldier in the Empire. Despite the truth, Qi Lang still felt very uncomfortable in his heart, which made him feel like he was boasting, "And I'm sure that I'm working harder than all the other soldiers in training, and I'll do everything in my power to complete every task the Empire has given me." ”

Prince Marcus seemed to be somewhat satisfied, although he still seemed to have some opinions about Qi Lang's complexion, but he finally nodded: "Okay, I trust Captain Dodim's judgment. But I'll have to test you anyway. ”

At this time, Prince Marcus picked up a training wooden sword from the table, took it and swung it twice in his hand. Seeing the prince's display of force, Qi Lang couldn't help but be taken aback - he was a complete layman! I'm afraid not to mention the soldiers standing here, even a teenager had a chance to put him down at once.

But the prince was already panting, and a series of sweat were already pouring out of his broad forehead. It looks like he's doing his best, and he's proud of it.

"Can you see what level of my fighting ability has reached?" the prince's exam question came, and he said seriously, it was indeed a bit difficult.

Qi Lang hesitated. If you tell the truth, it is a non-existent combat ability, but it will be a little hurtful to say this, and it may make the prince leave angrily, and telling a lie may take care of the prince's feelings, but from warrior to douzun, there are a total of twelve levels to choose from, no matter how Qi Lang chooses, if he wants to be the target that the prince thinks of himself, the possibility is too small.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness the Prince, I can't see it. Qi Lang decisively adopted an evasive attitude, "These two swords of yours are not quite the same as the ones we master in our daily training, so I guess that they may be due to your originality, and there is no way to measure them by our combat level." ”

Qi Lang wasn't actually lying when he said this, it might be a bit against his will, but the fact was that his strength really couldn't be measured by a regular combat level.

The prince's fat face showed a hint of smugness, and he turned back to Dodim and said proudly, "I like this man's statement. That's really my ingenuity, of course, it's not all my originality, because my best slingshot hasn't been shown yet, and I dare say that no one in this world can match me at the level of bird hunting. ”

Dodim smiled awkwardly and exclaimed insincerely: "As His Majesty the King has commented, you have extraordinary talent in some areas, and one day, we in the Luman Empire will benefit from it." ”

Hearing Dodim mention old Henry, Marcus's brow furrowed unconsciously. Dodim is really careless, looking at his age, it is estimated that he should have reached the period of rebellion, and his father's name is probably the last thing he wants to hear at this time.

"Captain Dodim, besides this Sergeant Qi Lang, there are probably a few good candidates, right?" Marcus seemed to want to show the temperament of a politician, but in Qi Lang's opinion, it was not the same at all, because the impatience on his face was too obvious, "Just call them all over." I think you still have a lot of work to do in the castle of Asaph, so don't delay here too long, and go back now. ”

Dodim bowed respectfully and secretly glanced at Qi Lang, but he didn't dare to delay in the slightest, so he had to obey the order and retreat.

"Gather them together!" said Dodim's figure had just disappeared behind the barracks walls, and the prince changed his face, looking very excited, "We need to make a game, it's been a long time since I've led so many young lads to do a game." Hurry up, call them all!"

The game is about storming the fortress. Of course, it was not a real fight, but it was just a normal game that the children here would often get together to play: more than three hundred soldiers were divided into two teams, the prince led a team - including more than a dozen female soldiers, and some handsome young men, who probably had a good chance of being classified as royal creatures, and the rest of the stunned young men were led by Qi Lang.

As for the so-called fortress, it is nothing more than two large squares drawn on the ground, which are counted as the so-called Castle of Asaph and the city of Hayes.

So, on this messy training ground, the Luman Empire's Whirling Front Army and the Otto Empire's Dragon Corps began a push-push offensive and defensive battle. Surrounded by the female soldiers, His Royal Highness the Prince appeared to be invincible, and Qi Lang's side was defeated and retreated, and one by one he was knocked down the city wall, fell into the moat and drowned, if there was any moat.

The only one who stuck to his post was the angry Ouwu. Despite his repeated glances, he was more energetic, his thick legs firmly nailed to the ground as if they had taken root, and he remained unmoved despite the efforts of the dozens of soldiers. In the end, His Royal Highness the Prince, who was so tired that he fell to the ground, gave him a thumbs up and gave him the honorable title of "Damn Jenny"!

During the game, Qi Lang noticed a detail: although Prince Marcus's mind looked naïve like that of a five-year-old child, his gaze that occasionally flashed to him was very meaningful. It was a feeling that was hard to explain, like a misguided playboy who was drunken looking for an upright escort, full of suspicion and anticipation.

It's clear that Jira has noticed this as well. His early exit from the battlefield was due to his heroic death in Prince Marcus' first attack, which gave him more time to observe. And as the Luman side continued to sing triumphant songs, the respect in Jira's eyes became more and more clear.