MTL - Medieval Empire Soldier-Chapter 31 31. Training Militia

   Chapter 31 Thirty-one · Training Militia

  In the open space in the middle of the village, an old oak tree, two people hugged together, swayed slightly, and surrounded the old oak tree, surrounded by stone bricks half a meter high.

   This is the symbol of Oak Village, and it is also an idol that the villagers revere.

   In the open space, the recruited villagers were divided into two groups.

  The group on the left, both men and women, there are about seventy people, carrying axes, buckets, hoes and baskets of various sizes in their hands;

   On the right hand side, a young and strong man of the same color, with slightly worn clothes, a long wooden spear in his hand, and a man in slightly better condition, with a machete around his waist.

In the fight against the Beastmen the day before yesterday, the five best performers, Gavin Clinton, Philippe, Sean, and Poders, stood at the front of the queue and lined up in a row. Behind them, they were followed by five young men. Men, like five teams.

"My lord, the manpower and tools to open the logging farm are ready, and I have also tried to build three bullock carts for transporting timber." Pittman followed Lallen, also carrying a **** and a pair of ox carts. It looks like a big fight.

   "Only 3 bullock carts?" Lallen frowned. Although manpower is important, it doesn't mean that animal power can be omitted.

   To transport the mounds and wood that have been opened up, it needs vehicles to transport them. It takes several times more time to open a logging field by manpower alone.

"Sir, there are not many mules, cattle, sheep and other livestock in the village. Every spring and winter ploughing, the villagers need to help themselves with scoops. This has been the case for the past few years." Pittman's voice is getting lower and lower, of course he understands animal power Insufficient can cause much trouble.

   "I will go to Bray Town and find Earl Draven to solve these problems." Lallen waved his hand. "First take the lords to the logging farm in the north of the village."

"Yes."

   The affairs officer turned around and left with the territorial people who were recruiting for logging.

   It didn't take long for the open space to become less crowded, and Laren folded his hands and stood in front of the rest of the crowd.

  Autumn and winter are the slack seasons for farming. It is just for the young and strong people of the village to carry out some basic military training. Otherwise, when the infantry battalion is completed and retrained, I am afraid it will have to wait until the spring of next year.

   Then train them again, if the spring ploughing is delayed, the loss will be great.

   What's more, the Beastmen war gang in the Dravenwald Forest is just about to move around the forest. There will definitely be a bigger wave of beasts in the winter, and Lallen has to prepare for the enemy.

   Oak Village's existing wealth cannot support the full-time army, so training levies and improving their overall strength is what is currently achievable.

   At present, there are 67 adult males in Oak Village. After removing the older and poorer physical fitness, the original militiamen are supplemented to 30 people.

Most of the people who joined after    were self-cultivation farmers. They worked on the land year after year, exposed to the wind and the sun, and their physical conditions were not bad, which was completely suitable for the next military training.

  Lairn took them to the threshing field outside Oak Village, and arranged them in five rows in order of height and shortness. The old and young who stayed in the village and had nothing to do followed them out of the village, looking at the threshing field curiously.

   In the morning, this group of reserve militiamen who are eligible to participate in the training is well fed. Each soldier has an egg, stew, two large pieces of bread, and a large bowl of thick rice porridge.

  Although there are veterans mixed in, but thirty people gathered in one place, it can't help but look noisy.

   A full meal in the morning makes them full of energy, one by one excitedly talking and laughing, they are complacent that they are qualified to participate in the training.

Lailun's eyes swept over them. These young and strong farmers were standing staggered, and some of them were still leaning on their spears and twisting. The militia originally stationed at Oak Village was not much better. Arm, I'll give you an elbow, no soldier's discipline at all.

   But the five militiamen in the front row stood upright, especially Gavin, a young man with his head held high and his body collapsed tightly.

   "The rabble!" Lailun snorted coldly and shouted: "All stand!"

   Everyone in the valley subconsciously stood up straight, and no longer whispered, they feared the knight from the bottom of their hearts.

  The old and young villagers who surrounded the threshing ground were also frightened by the shouting, and the children did not dare to cry loudly.

  Lairen looked serious, his hands folded, his eyes swept coldly across everyone's faces, and Albert beside him was holding a thick wooden stick, equally serious.

   "Know why you were screened out instead of letting others come over to train?"

   asked Leron, and after scanning the crowd, he picked Gavin. "You! Get out!"

   "Yes!" The latter took a step forward, his facial muscles tensed and looked a little hideous, and the spear in his hand was firmly on the ground.

   "Answer my question! Why screen you out?"

  Gavin didn't squint and said without hesitation, "Because Lord Knight thinks we are better than others!"

   "That's right! You're right! Join the ranks!" Lailun turned his eyes and looked at the others. "Because in my opinion, your strength! Physical fitness! Are better than others!"

   "But your performance disappoints me! I don't like Laren, a soldier who can't even stand!"

  Lyren growled: "Answer me! Are you full in the morning?!"

"I am full"

   The voices of thirty young and strong men were not as loud as Laren alone.

   "I can't hear! Louder!"

"I am full!!"

   "You are full! This meal is the grain in the granary of Oak Village! In other words, all the villagers let you eat this full meal!"

  Lyren looked sullen and roared righteously: "In the past, you ate your own food and treated training negatively. I don't blame you!"

   "But now! You are eating the food of all the villagers! Don't spend a copper coin! Don't pay a grain!"

  The knight of the kingdom strode to the fence of the threshing field and pointed at the young and old around him: "Look at them! Do you think you are worthy of eating?"

   The young men standing in the middle of the threshing floor lowered their heads, not daring to look in the direction Laren pointed.

   "The monsters of chaos in the forest are **** after our village! They will rush out of the forest at any time! They will use their claws to kill your parents, kill your wife, and take away children!" Lallen said loudly. "Beastmen are not human! They don't know what mercy is! In the eyes of beasts, there is only flesh and blood and slaughter!"

   "Train more seriously! In the face of the Beastman, you will have one more chance to kill it! Protect your family and Oak Village!"

   His words grew stronger.

   "I don't want you to hold your dead relatives in pain one day in the future! You can't do anything yourself! You don't even have the ability to take revenge!"

   In the last sentence, Lallen roared almost hysterically.

   The young and strong knights in front of the kingdom knights turned pale knuckles clenching the wooden spears, their faces straightened, and no longer staggered.

   "Would you like to see that day!"

   "I don't want to!"

   "Speak louder! I can't hear clearly! Didn't you eat?!"

   "I don't want to!!"

   "I don't want to!!"

   "I don't want to!!!"

   The deafening roar alarmed the birds in the nearby forest, and the busy villagers in the logging farm in the north of the village also straightened up and looked here curiously.

   The young and strong blushed and slammed their necks.

  Albert's eyes widened, this group of rabble recruited seemed to be transformed, with a bit of a powerful army.

The    Ranger looked at the Oak Village Lord next to him in surprise. In his eyes, the mystery of the latter was deeper.

   "Morale is available." Lallen nodded in relief.

   I spent so much saliva in vain, my throat was going to be hoarse.

   It is particularly important to cultivate a soldier's concept of honor and disgrace. All he does is to give a group of confused people a clear goal.

   If you don’t even know why you are fighting, how can such an army have any cohesion at all?

  Only when a person fights for what he loves, the courage and perseverance that erupts are the strongest.

   finally condensed into a force that cannot be underestimated.

   After an enthusiastic lecture, Lailun asked Albert to cooperate with him, and let the young adults first learn the basics of standing in line, as well as turning left and right as a whole, marching forward and starting to run.

   Arranged in advance for a few peasant women to cook a pot of fragrant broth. At this time, the threshing floor was also brought, and the pot was only enough for ten people.

  Lauren stipulates that only young and strong performers who perform well in training are eligible to eat broth.

   As for the others, the food Laylen provided them was enough to feed them, but they only deserved the smell of the broth, not even half a piece of shredded pork.

  If there are people who perform extremely poorly, the thick wooden stick in Albert's hand is not vegetarian.

   Strange to say, any young man who was beaten by Albert would perform particularly well that day.

   At one point, some soldiers who were whipped were dissatisfied and resisted Albert. These people were personally "rewarded" by the knights of the kingdom.

   If we say that these militiamen with insufficient training are fifteen-year-olds, Laren is thirty-years-old, and he is a strong man.

The ending of    can be imagined. Those who resisted, in addition to being beaten by Lallen, also received Albert's wooden stick as an additional reward.

   However, Lallen still admired the "thorn head" who dared to resist.

   When the White Wolf Knights recruited new recruits, they especially liked troublemakers.

  Under the strong enforcement of the reward and punishment system, everyone wants to eat broth, which forms a healthy competition and the training effect is more significant.

   That's it, after more than ten days of training.

   The young men recruited now, whether standing or queuing, are also lined up.

  Lyren can't allow them to slack off. While training them to obey orders, they organize morning and night runs every day to exercise their physical fitness.

   Every morning, just before dawn, the slogan of "121, 121" is always heard outside the village.

   After a few days of training like this, most of the villagers in Oak Village developed the habit of getting up when they heard the slogan.

  From the fourth day, some farmers, peasants, women, old and young villagers, squatted on the roadside at the entrance of the village early in the morning.

   While nibbling on the brown bread in his hand, he watched his lord run at the forefront, with a series of panting young men behind him.

   "Old Jeff, your Gavin's running speed is getting faster and faster."

   It was still bright, and the thin old man who was squatting on the curb holding a wooden bowl and drinking porridge, led his elbows down, and the thin old man who was also squatting on the curb. "It can keep up with the speed of the knight master."

   "Oh, what's the matter! Lord Laren has already run the seventh lap, and that kid Gavin has just run the fifth lap!"

  Old Jeff sighed, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth could not hide his happiness.

   "Just pretend!"

   The former smiled and guided old Jeff again. "Hey, listen to my kid, Gavin became the captain?"

   "Not to be said, not to be said."

  Old Jeff pretended to be mysterious and kept his mouth shut, but it aroused the curiosity of other old people.

   "You! You just like to pretend to be mysterious!"

   "Yesterday, the lord knight gave food to the young men in training, and your family gave a pound of meat!"

   "I also saw Gavin and a few other good guys, wearing scale armor! Don't mention too much energy!"

   "Also, still"

   For these questions, old Jeff just laughed and didn't say anything.

   Ask for tickets and collections!

  There is one more update in the evening.

   (end of this chapter)