Chapter 30: Daily Training

  " pe on the left, bck bread on the right—everyoake one portion first. If you finish, line up again for seds, but no one is allowed to take any home!"

  Elder Field, looking much younger, shouted with authority.

  His voice carried great weight; most people obediently plied.

  Any would-be thieves were quickly spotted by his sharp eyes a with by a swift knock from his e.

  Ralph, the newly dug trenches by the vilgers, nodded in satisfa, but theantly g the soldiers lined up for their meals, asking:

  "Bay Vilge has just over 2,000 people. Relying on taxes alo’s hard to maintain a force of 100 professional soldiers…"

  Matthew, uanding the underlying in Ralph's words, nontly shook his head and fidently set the tone:

  "I’m not relying on taxes to support professional soldiers right now. This area is full of dangers; only with a well-armed, obedient force we survive."

  Ralph nodded in uanding, then pulled out his reports to brief Matthew:

  "Adam Smith's goods have been fully delivered. He himself used a teleportation scroll to return to Blood Moon City this m, and the others just left. The first batch of supplies should arrive in about two weeks."

  Stroking his , Matthew looked at the trehat would soon encircle the entire vilge and said somewhat resignedly:

  "The transportation is still too inve; travel is too slow. Once we have enough manpower, we need more routes…"

  Ralph wasn’t sure if Matthew was just venting or seriously pnning, but he had learhat the lord always had future pns.

  "Wow, they even gave out sausages! And the fish soup is fresh. Are we eating too well?"

  Rebecca, eating with the soldiers, was busy gobbling down the fragrant lunch while curiously asking.

  Recalling the days of gnawing on dry bread with salted fish soup at the outpost, Leon pared and decided he preferred the current life.

  The newly recruited soldiers were also surprised by the improved meals, but Old John just sneered:

  "Eat up, eat up—if you eat more now, you’ll be able to train harder ter!"

  Saying this, Old John happily picked up a fresh deer leg and took a big bite.

  Elder Field had brought this deer leg as a gift for the lord, saying it was for the lord's table.

  Field’s skill was impressive; despite the ck of seasoning and simple roasting, the fvreatly surprised Matthew.

  The slightly charred exterior was wonderfully savory, while the deer meat inside was tender aed in the mouth.

  Matthew had a hearty appetite, thhly enjoying the pleasure of the meal. Even though the pressure was great, he made sure to eat well.

  Greedy Yaya, already awakened by the aroma, happily gnawed on a crispy bone, occasionally taking bites of roasted meat that Matthew handed her, looking very tent.

  Ae quickly, her mind focused on the soldier trainihods Matthew had taught her:

  "For personal strength training, soldiers be trained individually, with special focus on those with potential."

  "Daily training should emphasize cooperative bat routines."

  "For instance, how to deal with powerful individual enemies e numbers of enemies."

  "Or how to use different ons and tacti various terrains…"

  "In short, our soldier numbers are limited; they’re not expendable on fodder. We o maximize their abilities so they be more effective."

  "…"

  The heril Empire was a nd of arists, but ordinary soldiers were still indispensable.

  After all, you couldn’t expect high-ranking arists to charge into battle like on fodder, only to be brutally worn down.

  As the number of great arists increased, the Seventon cil’s influend trol grew stronger, leading to a natural css divide and knowledge monopoly withiheril Empire.

  Even among nobles, knowledge was guarded to prevent others from learning their secrets.

  If a knight’s personal training granted Ahe skills of a professional and mastery of more bat teiques and ons...

  It was because raihem to be effective tools and qualified enforcers.

  Then the knowledge Matthew imparted to her was the foundation upon which many skilled lords aheril generals built their reputations.

  Seeing Ange so eager, Matthew reminded her:

  "Be strict, but not harsh. Make sure their treatment is good—if anything is missing, ght to Ralph."

  "Training aing professional soldiers is currently the top priority in developing the territory."

  Matthew spoke with i, and Ange listened with care.

  Roasti nearby, Field caught every word, recalling st night’s versation with Captain Sean and all the lord's as up to this point. Without hesitation, he asked:

  "Lord, do we still need more soldiers? How should we choose and recruit them?"

  Matthew responded with a mysterious smile, looking at the somewhat sy vilgers of Bay Vilge, and said in a calm tone:

  "Anyone who keep up with the training iy sign up for sele, but there’s only one ce every two weeks…"

  Being a professional soldier had its ditions, but Field didn’t mind that.

  He was more ed that Matthew wasn’t opposed to the vilgers being professional soldiers, which showed a high level of trust—exactly what Field wao know.

  On a clearing in the wilderness, 104 soldiers stood in four rows.

  They marched forward in unison under Old John’s and.

  Never having trained in this before, their movements were a bit uncoordinated.

  Aiently expihe key points of marg in formation.

  Occasionally, she would have Old John discipline any soldier who was too careless.

  After half an hour of marg practice, they moved on to battlefield formation drills.

  Shieldmen at the front, spearmen behind, they followed orders, advang step by step or moving side to side.

  A rge group of children watched for a while, disappointed not to see the swordpy and on demonstrations they enjoyed.

  Most of the children soon ran off to bother the trolls.

  A smaller group of children stayed to learn i, as instructed by Captain Sean and the elder.

  In other vilges, being a lord’s soldier wasn’t sidered a great path—there were few opportunities for adva, and it was a dangerous job.

  But in Bay Vilge, things were different. Here, they were always in danger, and only strong military power could make them feel safe!

  Two hours of formation drills left the ohusiastic soldiers groaning, with many uo uand the purpose of such training.

  "Split them into teams and pick out the sharpest ones for sparring…"

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