The makeshift barracks outside Caesarea, the knights' camps to be precise, were from all the knights under the vassal lords who had sworn allegiance to Theodore, camped and formed their ranks, and spent two hours a day practicing how to cooperate in battle, and the rest of the time was entirely their own, and they could even leave the camp and go around the city of Caesarea, and no one would stop them.

Therefore, these people, whether in discipline or as a member of the army, can be said to be at the lowest point - except for Quintus and his instructors who can be a little more like when they come to supervise, the rest of the time they are completely free, doing whatever they want, as if they are not here to fight but to travel!

The whole camp was quite clean -- of course, as a result of the advance arrangement of the Caesarea army, the knights did not only come alone, but they also brought with them a large number of servants, who usually ran errands and went with them during the battle. So at all times you can see the servants in rudimentary armor galloping through the camp - arranging their weapons and armor, tending to the horses, and helping their knights with their groceries, these are their jobs, and they are the most important jobs.

Despite this, some of these knights may not have fought in war (in fact, most of them). But at least as knights, they had never stopped training in equestrian training (a knight from a poor family probably didn't have a chance, because a horse was still expensive) and combat training, and they also knew a lot of basic tactical knowledge -- a good knight had to start his career as a servant at least ten years old, get his sword and shield after being canonized, and then go on an adventure, or help his master protect his people and fight the bandits. Compared to the conscripts, these people are professional soldiers.

But on the other hand, if all these people are killed in battle, it also means that there are no more people who can fight in a certain area, and the consequences are still quite serious.

Shelgoy sat on the weapon box at the entrance of the camp, pinching his chin and watching the servants running back and forth in the camp, holding his sword and shield in his hand, and let out a cold mock from time to time.

There were still a few bruises on his dark brown face, which seemed to be a little incongruous, but Shelge didn't care - this was the proof that he had won the "Knight Captain" after winning the twelve knights, and there was nothing more proud than such a scar.

But now, such an honorable position has made him extremely troubled -- the knights in the entire camp come from more than thirty territories, large and small, and are not subordinate to each other, and some even have a cold relationship, although they are willing to obey their orders after seeing their own strength, but it is really a long way to go to achieve perfect cooperation.

What's even more troublesome is that there are many noble lords here - these people will not obey their orders, at most for the sake of Lord Julian's face, and will not deliberately disturb discipline.

Shelgoy, who was bored, suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves outside, turned to look behind him, and in the distance, a piece of dust was flying in the air, and a group of knights in purple cloaks were rushing towards him.

"It's the Imperial Guard!" Shelgoy did not dare to slack off, and quickly jumped down from the box and strode into the camp, a rough voice spreading through the air:

"Assemble---Assemble-!Assemble--Assemble! You bastards, all assemble in the playground! Master Theodore Julian is here, ready to be reviewed!"

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"Salute to you, Lord Yurien, your knights have all assembled!"

On the playground, Shelgeyi bent over, cautiously looking at the young man in front of him wearing a gorgeous armor and a purple coat, and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

Behind the boy, there were neat knights of the Imperial Guard, and the knights on the opposite side were in stark contrast - although they were standing in line, I am afraid that they could not even distinguish the number of rows, and they were crowded together in a disorderly manner, and they could even hear their whispering voices, and most of them were disheveled, and Theodore even saw a guy who was wearing only one shoe and wearing the wrong one, and was awkwardly holding his feet.

"Very good! I'm glad to see that everyone is so motivated to come on time and fulfill their obligations. And I will reward you abundantly for your faithful deeds!" Diodore smiled and said, "I am Caesar, and I will do what I say!"

"So, this valiant knight, you are their captain?" Theodore looked at Shelgoi, who was standing on his side, and looked at him with friendly eyes, and took the initiative to stretch out his right hand: "Is it the honor to know your name?"

"Sergey! Sergey Dudalinov, just a person from a small place, can't get into your eyes!" Shelgoyi said with a slight humble bend and a smile: "I hope you will be more considerate." ”

"How can you not get into my eyes, such a valiant knight, I heard that you have defeated twelve by yourself, and this is a worthy deed!" Caesar said with a wave of his hand, smiling, and reaching behind him: "Valens!"

"Understood, Caesar. Valence immediately handed over a Roman sword of exquisite style to Theodore.

"With this sword as a sign of grant, I grant you rights and duties. Theodore said, thrusting his sword into Shelgoi's hand: "I appoint you the chief of knights! I grant you the right to command all the knights under my name until the end of this war!

"Thank you for the grant, Shelgoyi will be at your service!" the knight fell to one knee in ecstasy, respectfully took the sword from Theodore's hand, and then held it tightly in his arms, not daring to let go in the slightest.

"Stand up and accept everyone's compliments. Theodore smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Let everyone see your honor and swear your power!"

"Yes, Lord Julian. Shelgoy nodded, slowly got up from the ground, and looked at the knights, lords, who were looking at him with envious eyes. The knight gently gripped the hilt of his sword, pulled the sharp blade out of its sheath and held it high above his head, the golden sunlight shining on the blade.

"Long live Julian!"

"Long live Julian!" soon someone in the crowd began to respond to him, drawing his sword and shouting as loudly as he did.

As if it were a flame, the frenzied atmosphere instantly ignited the playground, and more and more knights began to imitate Shelgoyi's example, raising their swords and shouting loudly, and their voices became more and more uniform.

"Long live Julian - !!! long live Yurian - !!!"

"Long live Julian - !!! long live Yurian - !!!"

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"It's not fair!"

A deft voice interrupted the frenzied cry, and almost as soon as it appeared, everyone began to lower their voices, and then silently turned their heads away.

"It's not fair!" the voice repeated again, followed by a push and shovel - since all the knights came out in armor, it was not easy and troublesome to squeeze out of such a crowd.

"Let me pass. A somewhat thin knight squeezed out of the crowd, and it could be seen that his family background must be relatively solid-a delicate red tasseled helmet, the chain mail was relatively new, and the burqa on his body was only a little dust left by the long journey, which could be said to be very clean compared to the disheveled knights.

"I've heard that Theodore Julian of Rome was a good leader, but that doesn't seem to be the case. The young knight stood before Theodor and said in a loud voice, "Is it your justice to give such an important position to a man before he knew what we were capable of?"

"You're right, it's a bit abrupt, but time is too tight for me to be selective, and I think Knight Shelgoi will defend his glory. Theodore smiled and said, "Tell me your name, knight." Maybe I can give you a position that suits you. ”

Just when everyone was envious of the reckless young man, the young man gently removed his helmet, revealing a long brown hair with smooth hair and a pair of brown eyes, looking at Theodore in front of him without fear: "Al Ain Talboa, Draco's daughter, is a knight. ”

"Al Ain Talboa, yes, I know your father, we used to fight side by side in Severcro. Theodore looked at the heroic girl in front of him with a little shock, but quickly recovered: "I'm sorry, but to be honest, I have doubts about your knightly identity, Miss Talboa. It's not that you can be considered a knight if you can ride a horse and play a sword, not to mention that I haven't heard of a female knight yet!"

"Your Excellency, Lord Julian!" An older knight sprang out of the crowd and walked up to Theodore with an apologetic face, "I'm sorry, I'm the knight commander of the Talboya family, I hope it didn't cause you any inconvenience!"

"But...... Miss Ain is indeed a knight. And he is also the only heir of the master. The knight commander whispered in Theodore's ear, "The lord said that the relationship between our two families could be further strengthened, and he hoped that Miss Ayn could serve as your personal personal bodyguard or some other close position. ”

"Convey my thanks to Draco, but it's better to be cautious about this kind of thing. Theodore replied expressionlessly: "Of course, I will give her a suitable position, although rest assured!"

"Well, respected Knight of Talboa, I am very glad that you have come according to your oath, and because of your upside, I will give you the most suitable job!" Theodore pushed the knight captain away and looked at the "maiden knight" in front of him: "You don't have any complaints because of the hard work, do you?"

"Of course!" the girl looked up, not fearlessly at Caesar, who was not much older than herself.