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Half an hour later, Weilin looked at the cautious Hebrew without saying a word.

In less than a month, the Black Rock Army expanded from 12,000 to 30,000 people, which was unexpected but reasonable to him.

However, the excessive number of vassal troops is a big problem, at least it is a big problem now, and if it is not handled properly, civil strife will break out.

"In addition to the 30,000 Black Rock Army soldiers, how many professionals are there among the captives who can be recruited?"

"There are probably still 20,000 people," the Hebrew replied.

Weilin stroked his chin and began to think about the solution.

Fifty thousand people, it's very troublesome to deal with.

It has been less than a year since he came to this world, and the only person Weilin can barely trust is Carlisle, and Fieri can only be considered half a person.

In this case, the only option is to break up the original army and rebuild a new army based on its backbone.

"Someone is coming."

After hearing what the lord said, the two guards entered the tent, knelt on one knee, and waited for orders.

"Go and call Commander Valk of the Tenth Battalion."

"Yes, my lord."

After the guards left the tent, Weilin tilted his head to look at Hebrew and said, "You have done a great job this time."

Hearing this, Hebrew breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his head and replied, "Thank you, Lord."

"Okay, you go down first."

Upon hearing this, Hebrew stood up, saluted, left the tent, looked at the scene outside, breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked towards the camp where the Ice Sword Camp was located.

Half an hour later, the commander of the 10th Battalion, Valk, hurried to the central tent, entered the tent, beat his chest and saluted, and said respectfully: "Commander of the 10th Battalion, Valk, greets Lord Weilin, please give your instructions."

Weilin pointed to the first seat on the right, smiled, and said, "Sit."

Valk came to the right, nodded and bowed to Kyle opposite him, then sat cross-legged on the blanket.

"Valk, I called you here this time because I need you to do something."

"Please give me your orders."

Valk's eyes were full of respect, and there was no resistance in his heart.

"How many noble children are there in the Tenth Battalion?"

"Eight hundred and sixty-seven before the expedition." Valk answered without hesitation, "After eleven months, the Tenth Battalion still has seven hundred and eighty-eight warriors of noble origin."

Weilin continued, "How many people can you command?"

"Seven hundred and eighty-eight people."

"How many people can command a hundred people?"

"Three hundred and thirty-nine."

"Then how many can command 500 people?"

"One hundred and thirteen."

Weilin was a little surprised to hear Valk's answer, but he remained calm on the surface and continued to ask, "How many people can serve as the leader of a battalion?"

"Thirty-two."

At this moment, Valk had already guessed why Weilin asked this question, and answered truthfully without any hesitation.

"Very good." Weilin stood up, looked at Valk, and said, "Tomorrow, let the 788 nobles come to see me."

"Yes, sir." Valk stood up and saluted.

After Valk left, only Weilin and Kyle were left in the tent.

"My lord, with 788 noble sons controlling 50,000 servant troops, what should we do with them in the future?" Kyle looked up at his lord and asked with some confusion.

Hearing Kyle's question, Weilin took out two bottles of glowing wine, handed one to him, then uncorked the other, took a sip, and replied with a smile, "I'm sure that among these 788 noble children, there must be someone who wants to stay."

"For those nobles who are willing to stay here, I will give them the power to subdue the natives and make them my trusted followers. With this as the core, I will gradually transform the vassal army into the local noble army."

"At that time, if we use the local noble army to control the vassal army, we won't have to worry about riots."

Hearing his master's answer, Kyle reacted and said, "Master, you want to train a king."

"Hahaha, I have that idea." Weilin did not hide his thoughts and said, "The area of ​​Nangeshia continent is as much as 200 million square kilometers. Three gods are fighting for this place. Assuming that the goddess of life occupies one-third of the area, it is more than 66 million square kilometers."

"For the sake of the church's stability, it is definitely impossible to establish a unified country, and then kingdoms and principalities of all sizes will spring up like mushrooms after rain."

“Instead of giving it to others, it is better to give this opportunity to the children of my hometown.”

After more than 30 years of development, Cardero Province has, in a sense, become his hometown.

As for his confidants, Weilin was reluctant to let them stay in this plane.

"Let the shadow assassins investigate more during these days. You can select a few people from them. They must be reliable. Those who have ulterior motives and are arrogant and domineering should be eliminated directly."

"My Lord, I understand."

……

Three days later, Weilin made adjustments to the vassal army.

The Black Rock Army was split up, and the original 12,000 Black Rock Army members were retained, still led by Carlisle and Ferry, each leading 6,000 men.

The 38,000 people who came from Solomon Province were mixed and reorganized to form the Thousand Forts Army, with Freeman, the deputy commander of the 10th Battalion, as the general of the Thousand Forts Army.

The Thousand Fortress Army was composed of twelve battalions, with twenty-four noble sons nominated by the commander of the tenth battalion, Valk, serving as the battalion commander and deputy battalion commander.

The rest of the noble sons were all incorporated into the Thousand Fortress Army as major officers, and vacant positions were filled by warriors with firm faith selected from the Black Rock Army.

Seven days later, at the Tasker military camp, Weilin, accompanied by General Freeman of the Thousand Fortress Army, began to inspect the troops.

"Freeman, compared to the Thousand Fortress Army and the Black Rock Army, that unit is better."

Freeman, who was following behind Weilin, heard this and pondered for a moment before answering, "Sir, the Thousand Forts Army is just being established, and the soldiers are better than the Black Rock Army in single combat, but in a head-on confrontation, the Black Rock Army is even better. However, given half a year, I will make the Thousand Forts Army the most powerful vassal army in your hands."

"Hahaha, it's settled then."

Upon hearing this, Weilin smiled and continued to inspect the Thousand Fort Army accompanied by Freeman.

Three days later, the 15th Army broke camp and marched towards "Solomon City".

After the impact of the demonic disaster, seeing the devastating sky city, the counties under the Solomon Province had lost their will to resist. Whenever the 15th Army was dozens of kilometers away, the local nobles would summon the wealthy businessmen and all the troops in the city, hold up the white flag, and wait for surrender.