Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

After the end of the Noble Council, many nobles in the Cardero Province began the final mobilization.

In early August, in the military camp outside Qixing City, Weilin, accompanied by Cassius, began to inspect the training of the lower-level noble army.

After twenty-four months of training, these four thousand people have been completely transformed compared to the beginning. From the surface, the most obvious difference is that they have become darker.

From another perspective, thanks to the supply of black pork every two days, the noble children and their followers below the silver rank have generally improved by one or two levels, and the strength of the noble children of the silver rank has also improved.

However, all this is not free. Weilin spends his resources to train them, so during the holy war of faith, these people must obey his orders.

Walking in the ranks, Weilin looked at the determined expressions on the faces of these young men, as if he saw his younger self. There was a hint of relief and appreciation in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, showing his recognition of these young warriors.

“How many kilometers can they march per hour now?”

Cassius, who was following Verin, heard this and answered, "Sir, wearing all the weapons and equipment and marching at full speed, in the plains, we can run 60 kilometers an hour, and march continuously for 15 hours. In the hilly areas, we can walk 40 kilometers an hour, and march continuously for 12 hours."

"If we march normally, we can go on for five days and four nights without rest." Cassius added at last.

"The training was good." Weilin nodded in satisfaction and continued, "Let those captains come to see me."

"Yes, my lord."

Inside the wooden house, five captains stood in front of Weilin, bowed and saluted, and said respectfully: "Greetings, sir."

Seeing this, Weilin motioned for the five people to sit down.

Seeing that the five people looked a little reserved, Weilin smiled gently and said, "Don't be nervous. I called you here mainly because I want to get to know you."

"I prefer you to introduce it to me in person rather than looking up cold texts."

"Then let's start from the left."

As Weilin finished speaking, the middle-aged red-haired man stood up and introduced himself, "My Lord Viscount, it's an honor to meet you. My name is Valk Charles. I come from the Charles family of Bogu Territory. I am the younger brother of the Baron of Bogu Territory. I am currently the captain of the first brigade of the training camp."

"My Lord Viscount, my name is..."

During the whole process, Weilin did not speak, but listened carefully to the five people's introductions and gave them due respect.

Knowing the basic information of the five people, Weilin could see that these five people were the backbone of their respective families, which was enough to prove the determination of these five barons to join him.

Unfortunately, Weilin has no ideas in this regard for the time being. Perhaps there will be some changes after the end of the holy war of faith.

"In half a month, the training camp will be renamed the Tenth Battalion. This is a temporary designation. After the War of Faith is over, I will take it back."

"Valk."

The middle-aged red-haired man stood up and answered, "Sir, please give me your orders."

"You will serve as the commander of the Tenth Battalion and concurrently the commander of the First Battalion."

"I will obey your orders." Valk replied respectfully.

After Valk sat down, Weilin looked at the other four and said in a deep voice, "You are still in charge of your respective troops. Is there any problem?"

"We obey your command." The four of them stood up and answered in unison.

"Normally, you can give me your opinions, but you must carry out my orders to the end."

"After the war begins, you are no longer anyone's noble sons, nor are you anyone's followers. You and the troops you lead are all my warriors."

"After you go back, pass on my words."

"Yes, my lord."

"Okay, let's break up the meeting."

The five people stood up and left the room one by one.

After the five people left, Weilin ordered the guards to call Cassius in.

"My lord, please give me your orders." Cassius entered the room, saluted with his chest beat, and kept a serious expression on his face.

"sit."

Seeing the other party sitting down, Weilin didn't beat around the bush and said straight to the point: "In this war, I will leave the Qixing Camp as a garrison. Do you have any complaints?"

"My lord, you must have your own reasons for doing this. I have no complaints at all." Cassius answered seriously with a serious face.

"If you have any complaints, just speak up. I'm not a bossy person."

"My lord, I have no complaints."

"Really?"

"real."

"Someone is coming."

Outside the room, two guards heard the lord's voice, pushed the door open, and waited for orders.

"I want to ask you, what is the punishment for concealing the truth?" Weilin looked at his two guards and asked.

The two looked at each other, and the older guard said, "My Lord, for concealing the truth, according to the punishment regulations formulated by Lord Kyle, he should be stripped of all his positions, sentenced to hard labor for six months, and confiscate 80% of his property. In serious cases, he should be..."

"Okay, you guys go out first." Weilin interrupted the guard and waved his hand to let the two go out first.

When the door closed, Weilin looked at Cassius again.

"Now, there is no lord or general here. I want to hear your truest thoughts."

Cassius looked up at his master and finally expressed his thoughts.

After the announcement of the opening of the city, Cassius' face turned red, his eyes were a little evasive, and he didn't dare to look directly at his master. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, showing his inner nervousness and embarrassment.

"I understand your thoughts. No general wants his troops to be used as a reserve. But for the Qixing Territory, having only one army that can fight and only one general who is good at fighting will do more harm than good. This will be extremely detrimental to the future development of the territory." Weilin said seriously.

"Master, it's my fault. Please punish me." Cassius stood up, looked up at his master with a firm gaze, and spoke.

"Some things are no longer a problem if they are talked about openly. After you go back, read more books and train the Qixing Camp well. I hope that when I return to the Qixing Territory again, there will be no warriors in the Qixing Camp below the high bronze level." Weilin looked at Cassius and said earnestly.

"My lord, don't worry. Before I complete your order, I will volunteer to go to the Star-Moon Castle to guard the gate for you." Cassius answered loudly to express his determination.

Weilin patted Cassius on the shoulder, then picked up the knight's sword on the seat, left the room, and headed for Qixing City with his guards.

In the next half month, Weilin took the initiative to find his guardian knights and important people, opened his heart, put aside his status, and communicated with them on an equal footing.

After this battle, the loyalty of Qixing’s top leaders to Weilin rose to a higher level.