"This is the person you recruited?" Roland looked at the group of ragged civilians in front of him, and the urge to turn around and leave rose in his heart.

"Your Highness, this is a selection according to your requirements," Carter said, snapping his fingers, "male, non-criminal, over eighteen years old, under forty years old, and not physically disabled...... I've scrutinized it. ”

Well, he knew he couldn't expect too much. After all, in this world, productivity is so low, it is difficult to eat well, and it is even more normal to dress almost well. The treatment of a prince made him ignore this, and as soon as he walked out of the castle, he could see everywhere the homeless people who lived by begging. In fact, even in the kingdom's capital, Grey Castle, there is a profession of corpse collectors - what they do is to drag the starving people who have fallen to the side of the street every day and cremate them.

So what is the battle mode of this world? Roland closed his eyes and thought about it carefully, huh...... Probably a little more advanced than a hooligan brawl. Generally speaking, when a lord decides to go to war (or a brawl - Roland doesn't think that such a battle has anything to do with war), he will summon the feudal nobles in his domain, and then the feudal nobles in their respective realms will summon the lower fiefdom nobles in their respective realms, such as the duke summons his counts, the earls summon the viscounts, the barons, and so on.

Most of these nobles had a group of knights and mercenaries as their personal strength, and they were the main force in battle, with complete basic armor and excellent weapons. At the same time, they would also recruit civilians and farmers in their territories to fight together - in fact, to deliver food and grass to the troops, and rush to the front line when cannon fodder was needed to fill the pits. The heaviest casualties in the battle are these cannon fodder, and the battle between nobles, as long as they do not die on the battlefield, is generally captured and treated as a ransom in exchange.

Roland naturally didn't expect the nobles in the border town to help him fight, in fact, they had nothing to do with the border town, most of them were barons divided by the lord of the Changge Fortress, and the territory was also in the area under the jurisdiction of the fortress.

An all-civilian force is a very imaginative thing in this day and age. How can they compare to knights who have been practicing swords since they were ten years old, who are stupid and ignorant, who cannot read documents, who cannot understand orders, and who have not been professionally trained in combat?

Carter approached Roland and persuaded in a low voice, "Your Highness, this matter is not feasible in the first place. Look at them, which one can hold the sword, and when they encounter the evil beasts, they will scatter in a hurry, and when the time comes, it will affect the stability of the defensive line. I'd recommend hiring professional mercenaries from Willow Leaf or elsewhere to guard the walls, and they'll be left to do some chores. ”

"No, I'll use them," Roland refused. He didn't have any affection for the mercenaries who worked for money, and besides, he didn't just raise an army to deal with evil beasts - throughout history, a strong and vital army must be composed of the people, and this law has been proven countless times in both feudal, modern and modern armies.

"Well, you've got the final say," said the knight, shrugging, "and I'll start training them tomorrow on how to hold a sword, though it may not be of much use......

"With a sword, no, you take them in line and run first-" Roland suddenly thought that the chief knight himself might not have experienced these training contents, so he had to change his words, "You call the hunter you found last time, and you can see how I do it first." ”

What Vanna has experienced today is probably more incredible than the previous twenty years combined.

He actually got a close look at the fourth prince of the kingdom, His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon. He walked in front of him, and smiled at himself, "Oh my God, is the prince drunk?"

Three days ago, when the Four Princes gave a speech in the square, he knew that this winter would be different, and they would not go to the Changge Fortress, but would spend a long winter here. He didn't understand most of the truths that the prince said, but he agreed with this decision from the bottom of his heart. Vanner's brother had died in the slums of the fortress two years earlier, without food for a month, and he bought some brown bread to share with his brother on the few copper plates he had earned from unloading goods at the docks. But that winter was too cold, and the slum huts were leaking with wind everywhere, and this little bit of food could not even maintain the temperature of the body, and the younger brother fell ill and fell into a coma and never woke up.

In a border town, he has at least one adobe house, so he doesn't have to fear heavy snow for days. He also saw that the wharf was piled with wheat from elsewhere, which was being moved into the castle in batches. Therefore, when Vanna heard the news of the fourth prince's recruitment of militia, he rushed over as soon as possible.

Of course, the reason that tempted him to give up his gravel job and immediately apply for the job was the salary of 10 silver wolves a month. This is already comparable to a skilled clay craftsman! He is no small, and by next spring he plans to marry the tavern maid Cheryl as his wife, and now he will not save a little money.

As for what the notice said this militia should do, he didn't pay any attention at all. Anyway, if you don't carry things for those noble lords, or you give a hand to the patrols, you won't let them climb the city walls to fight the crazy evil beasts.

The selection process was quite strict, and the knight's gaze with shining armor scared Vanner. Luckily, his sturdy body passed the scrutiny, and many of the scrawny guys were taken out of the ranks by the knights. In the end, only about 100 people remained.

But Fanna never expected that it would be His Royal Highness the Prince himself who trained them!

Those who passed through were taken to the meadows to the west of the frontier town, with the walls being built behind them and the endless hidden forest in front of them.

The prince ordered all the men to stand in line, and went aside to rest. It had rained a few days ago, and the ground was still wet with mud, and the water seeped down the seams of his shoes and into the soles of his feet, making him feel uncomfortable all over. Not to mention that the standing posture required by the prince is not ordinary, the hands must be vertically attached to the sides of the thighs, and the back must be straight.

Vanna had only stood for a quarter of an hour and felt exhausted, which was harder than crushing stones with a sledgehammer. But he gritted his teeth and tried to hold on. Because His Highness said before, whoever moves, there will be one less egg for lunch. Oh my God, he hadn't tasted eggs in a long time. Apparently the people around me thought the same thing, and despite the shaky ones, most persevered.

It wasn't until the prince announced that he was resting on the spot that Vanna realized that he was already sweating profusely, and that he had not been standing for a long time, only two quarters of an hour at most. Those who didn't make it to the end were annoyed, as if they saw the round eggs moving away from them.

It's just that Vanna doesn't quite understand, what's the use of them practicing this? Can they carry a few more bags of dry food just by standing?

If it weren't for the fact that His Royal Highness the Honorable Prince was training them, he would have been shouting a long time ago.

Unexpectedly, after a short rest, the second order announced by His Highness was even more strange. He asked everyone to continue to stand in line, and this time, if no one moved, an egg at lunch. As long as one person gives up, everyone loses the opportunity to add new eggs.

Vanna heard a burst of swallowing.

Hell, is this a popular trick of the nobility of the kingdom? Playing everyone around with a carrot boom, he's not a stupid donkey!

...... But in case, if everyone can do it, won't there be two eggs to eat later?

It's just the temptation of the devil, Vanna wiped the saliva that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and for the eggs, he fought hard!