Start as Inherited Baroness

When Simon came out of the market again, he had already bought more than 700 weapons.

Most of them were blunt weapons, and there were 300 pieces of iron-studded leather armor and 500 pieces of pure leather armor.

There were also more than 800 shields of various types, which were basically made of hardwood.

In addition, some other applicable things were also bought according to the situation, which I will not go into detail one by one.

I have to say that the market size here is really good. It is too difficult to buy so many things at one time in Xisaidi.

Even in the Morning Star City of Marquis Val, there may not be so many ready-made materials.

"It is true that money can make the devil work.

Alas, a thousand golds will be spent and come back. Money is just a tool, not the ultimate pursuit..."

Simon muttered in his heart, trying not to think about the golden eagles and silver deer that he had spent.

In fact, compared with his total assets, this large-scale purchase did not cost too much, and it was not a big deal.

After all, there were not too many high-value items. Battle axes, war hammers, etc. were all made of ordinary pig iron and could not be sold at a high price.

Because they bought a lot of things, the caravan leaders gave them more than a dozen carriages so that they could take all the equipment away at once.

Simon walked out of the market and not far away, he met Willier's team head-on.

"Brother! Why... buy so many weapons?"

Baron Willier greeted him enthusiastically.

"I recruited some militiamen. The return journey is dangerous. We can't ask them to take firewood sticks." Simon responded.

The team on the opposite side is not small. Many of them are free people with families, and there are nearly a hundred carriages carrying goods.

It seems that he is going to set off today to return to Duishi.

"Are you going back, brother?" Simon asked with a smile.

"Yes, as soon as these free people were handed over to us, His Highness Feddy stopped providing them with food, and we had to bear everything.

You know, my family is poor and I can't afford to delay. Try to go home as soon as possible.

Alas, I don't know how many free people I can bring back in this half-month journey...

Brother, when are you leaving? How about we go together?" Willer cried miserably.

"I have to wait a few more days. If you can wait, it's good to go with me. I can take care of you on the way."

Simon smiled slightly and said indifferently.

"I don't have enough food and grass. I don't know if I can..."

"Brother, I am bringing more than 5,000 free people. Think it over." Simon said before he could say it.

"Uh... cough, yes, the free people you want are second only to His Highness Feddy. I really admire you, I admire you..."

Willier's face was slightly embarrassed, and then he said as usual.

But he obviously had something on his mind. After thinking for a moment, he smiled at Simon: "Then I'll leave first. Eight hundred freemen can't afford it.

Don't be afraid of you laughing at me. I borrowed the money to buy food from my knights. I don't know when I can pay it back...

I'll give you a discount on the stone. Buy more..."

Simon exchanged pleasantries with him for a while, and finally asked for some more stone.

There is only a small quarry in his Courageous Territory, and the output of stone is limited.

The construction progress of the Courageous Castle cannot be delayed. Now there are so many freemen and sufficient labor, so it is inevitable that the stone will not be able to keep up.

Buying some from the Stone Territory is a win-win situation.

Simon is not so stupid as to tie himself up in order to slow down the development of others.

But after returning, he will also expand the scale of the quarry, and try to be self-sufficient in the future, and even sell it to other places.

For now, Willier and he are still allies, and it can be foreseen that the relationship will not be bad for some time in the future.

After all, both sides face too many other threats, and internal fighting is not beneficial enough.

After saying goodbye to Willier, Simon returned to his camp.

At this time, Sarit had assembled 2,000 militiamen and started training.

First, these people had to be divided into teams according to the previously planned organization.

Twenty people in a team, five teams form a battalion, with 100 people.

And five battalions form an eagle team with a total of 500 people, and five eagle teams form a legion with 2,500 people.

There were a total of 2,000 conscripted militiamen, less than the standard of a legion.

But they were also organized according to the legion, at most some battalions or eagle teams were short of some, which had no impact.

Simon and the guards looked at it for a while not far away and found that Sarit had already selected temporary grassroots officers and had just started to practice lining up.

The queue of the conscripted militia was naturally very messy, and they could barely stand in shape.

Even if Sarit's coaching skills were very high, he couldn't train them into shape in such a short time.

"Mylan, you will be responsible for distributing the weapons later.

Let Sarit select some combat-capable militiamen for the leather armor and iron-studded leather armor."

Simon lost interest in watching and instructed Mylan, who was not far away.

"Yes! Sir! Don't worry, I will do it well."

"Well." Simon responded and walked into the camp with the guards.

He looked at the free people for a while and found that there were still some children chasing and playing in the cold wind, playing games that seemed very childish to adults.

Not far away, there were some women taking care of them and chatting with them.

"Hey, it seems that they are looking forward to their future life..." Simon thought so and went into the tent.

"Manfred, go and issue a decree that the freemen are not allowed to urinate or defecate at will. If they need to, they must go to the downwind of the camp to solve the problem.

For those who disobey, the first warning will be three whips, the second will be ten whips, and if they violate the law again, they will be executed immediately!" Simon ordered.

"Yes!" Manfred immediately took people to announce it and arranged soldiers to patrol and execute it.

Simon issued this order not only to maintain a clean environment in the camp, but also to deter.

The phenomenon of favoring a little and hating a little is not uncommon.

Sarit's previous call had already given enough sweet dates. In addition to tax cuts, they were also allocated food for the winter.

As a noble, Simon was very kind.

If you don't slap the freemen and scare them, and let it go, something might happen in the future.

I'm afraid that it's normal for the lower-class people in this world to fear power but not morality.

Time passed slowly, and it was dusk again.

The day was coming to an end, and fireworks were rising in the camp. When it was time to eat, the noise was obviously much quieter.

After more than ten hours of hard work, Sarit made the conscripted militiamen know the officers of their respective teams, and everyone got to know each other.

And Manfred led his men to break a whip, but fortunately no one's head fell off.

Most of the free people who urinated and defecated anywhere became obedient after being whipped three times.

Those who could follow the army to immigrate here from thousands of miles away were not too stupid, and they were relatively easy to manage.

In the evening, a bonfire was lit outside the big tent, and Simon arranged for the soldiers to roast more than a dozen sheep and have a dinner.

The participants included two honorary knights, Sarit and Mailan, as well as heavy infantry, heavy cavalry and longbowmen.

They were the core combat force under Simon's command, and they all had good physiques. It was best to give them meat every three or five days to keep them in good condition.