I Like This Dream!

What Richard II had in mind, what deal he made with the Holy See, and how the Holy See reacted, people as far away as Wengaro didn't know. Count Anna received the secret letter from the king. She scanned it roughly and thought it was all useless polite words. After reading it, she threw it away.

The hottest topic at the moment is the selection of the Border Army.

A group of troops outside the nobles' private army left one after another. The deserters went to the recruitment office to register in a generous manner. Anyway, the noble superiors didn't know their names or what they looked like. As for the squad leader who can distinguish everyone, most of them came with them. Unlike those who only care about food and clothing, the little leaders with some brains smelled a different atmosphere in this unique conscription.

If an army were to be cultivated as carefully as the announcement, the cost of a single soldier would be staggering, and such expensive soldiers would never be used as cannon fodder. What confidence does Count Anna have to ensure that the casualty rate of this expensive army will not be as high as before? Just by so-called training? The summer beast wave is only a few months away, what kind of training can change it so much? Or will she have a secret team of superpowers to do it for her?

Whatever it is, it will be beneficial and harmless to those who join this nascent system-unless Count Anna wants to use the devil's secret technique. It's okay to have this risk. In this defense line filled with the descendants of criminals, everyone may be dead before next year, there is no shortage of gamblers.

Former mercenary Aiden is one of the speculators, but this ambitious gambler found out awkwardly that even if he has the heart to gamble his life, the qualifications to be on the gambling table are not easy to obtain.

The required age for conscription is from gender differentiation to under 30 years old. Veterans in good health or those with special skills can be extended to 35 years old after passing the review. The entry threshold has eliminated many people who are trying their luck and seeking compensation for casualties. Old guys. The preliminary finalists can get a small wooden sign with strange characters engraved on it. People who have taken the class say that they are new numbers. The next level was the physical examination. The border residents, whose folk customs were so tough that they thought they could still fight even if their arms were broken, went to the examination with confidence, but were dismissed by less than half.

A large tent was set up on the edge of Ashwood Town. The interior of the tent was divided into many small compartments by curtains. This arrangement reminded Aiden of a white house. He walked along the passage to the empty seat and found that there was a table and a barbed wire fence at the other end, sitting on the other end was a holy man dressed in white, with a small statue of God on the table.

Aiden immediately put away his disrespectful thoughts. Although he is an old man, as a person from the North, he can be regarded as a devout believer. People who don't know whether they will die on the next job, it is better to be more pious to the object of their prayers.

No. 257, please do not hide the truth before God, and please do not attack the doctor and me. Anyone who violates this will be disqualified. The local man sitting next to the saint said familiarly.

Aiden glanced at the thin but articulate child, and then he remembered that in addition to the military conscription, nurses, doctor's assistants and so on were also recruited. The requirements were very different from those of soldiers. He didn't pay attention at the time. At this time, he discovered that the man in white was not a saint. The white gauze covering his face did not cover his head from his head to his neck. Instead, it covered his mouth and nose horizontally and was tied behind his ears. Is this a doctor? It also smells like an omega.

Excuse me, does a certain part of your body usually hurt? The nurse took a pen and started recording.

Won't.

Are you frequently dizzy or having cramps?

No.

Do you have any swelling or rash on your body?

No.

Please look up. What direction is the second arrow in the third row from the left pointing to?

Aiden looked up and saw several wooden signs on the top of the tent, each with arrows of different sizes. He pointed in a direction, the doctor nodded, the nurse asked another question, and Aiden pointed again. After doing this three times, the nurse continued to ask: Have you been to the White House?

This question made Aiden embarrassed, almost suspecting that someone had seen what he just thought. He looked at the statue and replied obediently: Yes.

Do you have frequent and painful urination?

Aiden glanced at the omega in white uncomfortably and shook his head.

Does your penis have weird discharge? Is it itchy, sores or sores? Are your balls swollen?

What? Aiden's eyes widened.

The nurse repeated without changing her expression: I mean your chicken...

Okay, I get it! Aiden quickly stopped, feeling like there was a needle pricking under his butt. Soldiers naturally say all sorts of nasty things in private, but this is in front of an omega, in front of a statue of a god! Even if that person is not a saint, except for prostitutes, which normal omega would not hide his face for this...

Aiden subconsciously turned his head to look at the omega known as the doctor. The doctor looked at him expressionlessly, without even moving his eyebrows.

In order to check whether you are sick, if you don't want to answer, you can also take off your pants directly. The nurse crackled, obviously having said it many times, Please don't be shy, your penis is in front of the doctor and on the eaves. There is no difference with Bing Ling. Please note that anyone who refuses to cooperate or attacks the doctor or me will be disqualified.

The doctor looked at him like a dead pig.

Aiden looked a little embarrassed. Being manipulated by an undifferentiated child and an omega made him feel the embarrassment he had never experienced before. Could it be that it was forbidden to attack doctors, he thought while suppressing his displeasure, but what if someone really acted recklessly? Can this small layer of barbed wire stop the soldiers' fists? For example, a barbarian...

Then he heard screams like a slaughtered pig coming from next door.

A tall bald man passed through the curtain next door and fell into the cubicle with his whole body twitching. He still maintained his fist-stretching posture when he fell. Aiden saw the sparks on the barbed wire through the raised curtain, as well as the unharmed doctors and nurses on the other side of the barbed wire.

The former mercenary swallowed.

No. He replied knowingly, My lower body is fine.

Are you sure? the nurse asked reluctantly, Can you swear to God?

I swear! Aiden said angrily.

After swearing in front of God (and Omega) about the health of his penis and balls, Aiden successfully passed the physical examination and received a new number plate. Even if you are qualified to join the army, if you do not meet the standards in the subsequent training, you will not be able to join the border army in the end.

Aiden walked into the new military camp that had been rested. His old eyes swept over the quasi-soldiers who lived in the same dormitory with him, and he ranked them in his mind. There are two people who can surpass him, one is a bald barbarian with bulging muscles, and the other is a veteran who is close to the upper limit of the age limit for conscription. Aiden screamed unlucky in his heart. He thought that if nothing unexpected happened, after the assessment, their team leader should appear among these two people.

But even after imagining the content of the assessment and training to the greatest extent, Aiden still couldn't guess what they would face.

The physical fitness test they imagined did not come, and the superiors did not let them fight against each other. The quasi-soldiers were first brought into the classroom to learn numbers, divided into left and right sides (the hand with the sign tied to the army was the left hand when enlisting), and recited the rules to be followed. This was how the first five days passed.

There has always been only one rule for the border army: listen to your superiors; and there is also an unspoken rule that everyone knows: don't offend people you can't afford to offend - so to some extent, thanks to the people here who are tough, united and protective, the border army can He changed his job to a robber in no time. And Count Anna actually has eleven rules here, called three major disciplines and eight points of attention. Their instructor said that there were more detailed rules and they would wait until they knew how to read.

These five days of so-called training left most people scratching their heads, wondering what the use of this grinding thing was. I'm here to fight, not to be treated like a monkey! the grumpy man said angrily. The instructor looked at him twice and wrote down his number.

Each brand has 50 initial points every month. Rewards will be added, penalties will be deducted, and if you have a negative number, you will get out. In addition to being used as a voucher for leaving behind, points can also be used for other purposes, such as adding food.

During the first five days in the army, food is the most noteworthy part. They actually provide three meals a day, and the food is quite sufficient. Aiden especially likes a kind of soup as a staple food: some unknown earth-yellow plant tubers are cut into pieces and boiled together with the meat of unknown animals, exuding a warm aroma. A large bowl of soup is enough for an adult, and it will warm you up. Each person has a quota of one bowl, which is enough to feed an adult. If you want to eat more, you have to use points or money to exchange for it, and the money used is not much.

There is no season for fruit to ripen in Wengaro, so Aiden thinks that these foods must have been bought by Count Anna at her own expense and from outside caravans. He touched his swollen belly and thanked God in his heart for allowing their lord to eat well enough to do such good deeds.

The quasi-soldiers, including Aiden, will soon learn that Count Anna has never been taken advantage of.

Starting from the sixth day, everyone was called by the rally horn at dawn. A group of people put on their clothes and got up in a noisy manner. It took an hour for everyone to gather. The troops lined up according to their number plates and were inspected. Points were deducted for being disheveled, for standing in the wrong position, for stepping on the wrong left and right feet under the slogan, and for being late for gathering beyond the specified time. Latecomers were asked to run circles around the square for as long as they were late, and they were not allowed to eat breakfast until they finished running.

Throughout the morning, people in the square formed a team besides running circles. The commands to look forward, look left, look right and align were given countless times. This time it was hard to tell the left and right. Points will be deducted and it will just continue. In other words, as long as one person does something different than the password, everyone can't even think about disbanding.

None of the would-be border troops had lunch.

When you first give the command to look left and right, there will be a large group of people who are confused. Among those who are heading in the right direction, there are also some who are just aiming to get it right. By the time it was past lunch time, most people could already tell left and right. The die-hards who were slow to learn took the command and turned in the wrong direction, facing a large group of colleagues who looked at them with murderous intent.

The human body has inertia.

The border residents who used to be able to survive on one meal a day were now craving for food three times a day under the influence of the lord's sinister sugar-coated bullets. It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality, not to mention that some people took the instructor's food directly to the playground! They took out a red soup, boiled beets, potatoes and carrots together, added meat cubes and cream, and finally sprinkled a little spice. The thick soup was bright and sweet, and the smell could spread three miles away. You can imagine its fresh and sweet taste just by smelling it.

Besides the soup, there was also round bread, which was as white as the cheeks of a young omega. It sank when pinched, and was as soft as cheeks. The hateful instructors tore off a piece of white bread and dipped it into the soup. The white cotton wool was immediately soaked with the bright red color. They picked up the bowls and heard a beeping sound. It was not the instructors drinking the soup, but the throats of all the soldiers who were standing unable to move. They swallowed the saliva that was about to flow out.

Turn right! the instructor said.

The soldiers turned around hurriedly, and those who turned in the wrong direction were bathed in eyes that could eat them alive before they could stand still.

The five days of regular feeding not only gave them a biological clock to be hungry at regular intervals, but also fed people with poor conditions, without making anyone faint from hunger. The team in the square was disbanded after everyone was lucky enough to line up correctly in the evening. Those who kept making mistakes that day looked around with tears in their eyes. Some people who were more angry than hungry were approaching them, showing ferocious smiles. You know, people who go against the trend always impress people.

Fifty points will be deducted directly for fighting, but helping classmates make up for their lessons is encouraged.

Under the mutual help of their colleagues and the temptation of food, the quasi-border soldiers quickly distinguished the left and right. Then came the counting, and the math teacher was always comforting about their progress. Then stand in a military posture, start walking, run in a row, and so on. Those who can stay have almost formed a conditioned reflex that their bodies will immediately execute certain orders when they hear them. This chaotic motley army became a neat and good-looking army within a few months, but Aiden couldn't help but think, what's the use of it?

Most people don't think about this. Training drains their energy and makes them lie down and sleep every night. Although it is a simple instruction, the endless running, lining up, squatting and standing, lying down and crawling, etc. are really exhausting on physical strength, and the part to be recited is also very exhausting on the brain. They had to learn numbers, learn the most commonly used words, memorize the rules and disciplines of the army, remember and swear not to break the laws under Count Anna, and they were very busy.

On occasional holidays, they are too lazy to go to the White House to have fun as before. This is not just because soldiers now need to register when going to the White House, and those who go there must take off their pants and have a doctor check whether they are sick before returning to the army. The training is so hard that many people would rather fall in love with each other in their own beds when they have free time. People with families hurried home because they were not allowed to go home to visit relatives on weekdays. It's hard for energetic bachelors not to be attracted by the market. Every time they leave the military camp, they see a different Wenjialuo defense line from the last time. The changes are just like the past few years.

The caravan is here, and it's more prosperous than any other year in the past. In the past, the border people hated the merchants for cheating and cheating. The merchants were afraid of Wenjialuo's prone border residents, and only those who could afford to hire a group of superpowers dared to come. Nowadays, I don’t know what kind of protection these businessmen have received. Businessmen, big and small, are doing it lightly and seem to want to take root here.

What are you doing in this remote country? Aiden asked one of the businessmen.

Not poor, not poor! The businessman chuckled, The place that Count Anna likes will definitely flow with milk and honey from now on.

Aren't you afraid of losing people and money? Aiden wanted to ask. Then he saw the patrol team called Urban Management taking away the troublemaker, the dog-like guy wearing an armband, who was a hunter not long ago.

The young adults who joined the army were subject to military law. The other scattered people were either collected by Count Anna or inspired by the saints. Those who still wanted to play the law of the jungle were taught by the patrol team. Aiden inquired and found out that those with special abilities who surrendered to Count Anna and passed some ideological ethics and self-cultivation of law enforcement personnel assessment were not incorporated into the army, but instead were put into the pickets. The picket team usually patrols the market. If the urban management encounters a resister who cannot be beaten, he will blow the whistle, and the picket team will go out to deal with all kinds of dissatisfaction.

No stealing, no robbing, no molesting omegas... There were a lot of rules added to the market, but Aiden thought the chaotic border would become deserted because of this, but instead it became more prosperous.

Many acting troupes came to perform in the newly built theater on a rotating schedule of twelve hours a day. The theater is considered a public facility and is subsidized by Count Anna. Tickets are very cheap, and quasi-border soldiers and their immediate relatives can enjoy a 50% discount - equivalent to the cost of buying an egg. Few people could resist the temptation to take advantage and drag their families to the theater. There are various kinds of juggling here, and the most famous ones are the dramatic performances.

The protagonist of the story is not the princess knight in the past, but an ordinary soldier. People on the stage performed stories about ordinary soldiers fighting against all odds to defend their hometown and family, which made people excited. Even Aiden, who thought he was numb long ago, couldn't help but stand up and applaud at the end of the performance.

wrong! What did I do today! Aiden, who returned to the team contentedly after a break, suddenly remembered, wasn't I worried that the training would be of no use? Didn’t I plan to meet with my superiors? Why did you forget! !

Fortunately, the owners of the territory and army did not forget.

About a month before the beast wave, some outstanding quasi-soldiers were gathered together to start special training for other things. Some weak people (there were many betas and omegas, but the soldiers had no idea about it) showed a steel cylinder and began to explain its principles and how to use it. Aiden half-understood and studied for a while, memorizing precautions and things that needed to be done.

In short, put the black powder, pound it, aim, light the fire, cover your ears, and the cylinder will shoot out the iron ball? Like a catapult, right?

They practiced many times, but never once actually lit the fire. Nearly half a month later, all the remaining border troops were gathered together, and Count Anna made a rare appearance in front of everyone.

Let's make a long story short. Count Anna said, This is an artillery piece. You will use it when the beast tide comes. Because it is a consumable item, it will not be used much after the experiment is safe, but it must be felt by everyone so as not to use it. You should be afraid first. Cover your ears, don’t be afraid.

How could you be afraid? Aiden couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied. Not to mention the artillery team who already knew what would happen, even veterans who had never been exposed to artillery didn't think anything would scare them.

The fuse was lit.

The next second, many people who did not cover their ears in disapproval fell to the ground. The small cylinder erupted with a loud noise like a landslide, and black smoke spread from the mouth. No one saw clearly the trajectory of the iron ball. They only saw that the purple nanmu as the target was blown to pieces from the middle.

After the sound that made people feel sour, the hard purple nanmu, which could not be damaged by knife or fire, suddenly fell down.

Aiden's hands and feet were cold, but his heart was burning. Can win! The thought jumped out quickly, we can win, we can survive!

For the first time in so many years, this native of Wengalu began to believe that he could survive this beast wave.