The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 132: Training Soldiers

(A small autumn wave for the leader Jin Xiao Yanei, thank you for the reward!)

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The reception hall and the Scholar's Tower, the main castle's rooms are all connected by enclosed stone bridge corridors.

In the corridor connecting the Scholar's Tower and the hall, Earl Leo stood in front of the Mountain, having to look up at the monster in front of him.

That's right, in Earl Leo's eyes, the Mountain was a humanoid monster.

This time, he had really harmed the Earl.

"Earl Damon can't stop the bleeding!" Earl Leo said. He felt cold air running into his body as he said this. But in fact, the climate in the West was very warm, and it was the ninth year of the long summer.

"Are you afraid he'll die?" the Mountain said.

"Aren't you afraid he'll die?" Leo asked in disbelief.

However, he really couldn't see any tension in the Mountain's expression or tone.

"If he dies, it won't be me who killed him," the Mountain said casually.

"You cut off his right hand, more than two hundred people in the hall saw it. I saw it too," the Earl emphasized. What was the Mountain thinking? Did he think he could deny it?

Killing Earl Damon was much more serious than killing other nobles, because Damon was 'one of our own' in the West. Moreover, he was also a cousin of Duke Tywin.

"A person's life and death are in the hands of the Seven Gods. If I killed the Earl, it was just the Stranger using my hand to make Earl Damon die, so what does Earl Damon's death have to do with me? It's all the Stranger's will."

Earl Leo was so angry that he choked. He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say a word. He couldn't find a reason to refute.

The Mountain laughed loudly.

The Mountain looked at Earl Leo's face, which was turning from green to white, and at the Earl's slightly uncontrollable trembling lips, and laughed: "Earl, go to the Scholar's Tower and guard Damon. If Earl Damon really dies from excessive blood loss, please help me say to him, 'Farewell, and goodbye.'"

Earl Leo felt as if a mouthful of stale air was suddenly blocked in his throat, and a large stone suddenly collapsed on his chest, his neck turned red, and he couldn't breathe.

"Don't get excited, Earl," the Mountain pointed to the ceiling of the corridor, "Everything is God's will, and everything is God's arrangement. If there's nothing else, I'm going into the hall to make those cowardly knights swear allegiance to me."

Make the nobles swear allegiance to the Mountain?

Swear what?

What else did the Mountain want to do?

If Earl Damon died, the Mountain would break the rules among the nobles. Damon was a great noble in the West, and his death would have a great impact.

"Earl Damon's death will provoke public anger."

"Oh, sixteen years ago, when we stormed the palace and killed the prince and princess, that was what provoked public anger. The whole country was angry! Compared to the prince and princess, what is Damon worth?"

"He's one of our own."

"No, I'm a dog, and he's a human. Dogs and humans can never be one of our own."

Earl Leo choked again!

He looked at the undisguised mockery in the Mountain's eyes, and felt his mind was in chaos.

Was the Mountain still the same Mountain as before?

Of course not!

He was already the Mountain who had been blessed by the Seven Gods with the light of wisdom, and he was already the Mountain with a sharp tongue. What he said made Earl Leo feel... very uncomfortable. Earl Leo was also a hot-tempered person, his martial arts were not bad, his strength was not small, and he liked to strangle people's necks, but the Earl couldn't strangle the Mountain, because he couldn't strangle him.

The Mountain smiled indifferently, leaving Earl Leo in the corridor. He returned to the hall and began to order every noble who had been captured to swear to him: swear in the name of the Seven Gods and the honor of the noble family that they would never be enemies with the Westerling family or the Clegane family, ever.

Some nobles really didn't want to be enemies with the Mountain, but some nobles weren't so sure. For the nobles who wanted to be enemies with the Mountain in their hearts, forcing them to make insincere oaths, making them feel even worse in their hearts, and rubbing salt in their wounds, was a very correct thing to do, and should be done often.

Earl Leo didn't know how he had come to the foot of the Scholar's Tower again. He didn't dare to go up to see the situation, because he was really afraid, worried...

Footsteps sounded, very rapid, someone rushed down from the spiral staircase of the Scholar's Tower, it was Earl Gavin, the Earl had a look of joy on his face, his forehead and the tip of his nose were covered with sweat: "Earl Leo, the bleeding has stopped, Earl Damon is fine, Scholar Yassa just gave him poppy milk, and he's already asleep."

Earl Leo's whole body suddenly lightened, and he felt almost as light as if he was floating in the air, he couldn't help but hum...

It was good that the person hadn't died.

Let the invincible Mountain bear the future anger of the Marbrand family!

*

Three days later.

In the large drill ground.

The Mountain looked at the Westerling family's one hundred and fifty city guards and thirty family guards, which was all the Westerling family's military strength.

The Mountain said: "Esteemed soldiers of Crag Rock, what are you in my eyes? Does anyone want to know?"

No one answered the Mountain.

Every soldier was under great pressure.

Drill Sergeant Rhaegar Spicer was highly skilled in personal martial arts and had a lot of courage, but he was undoubtedly a rookie in training soldiers. Rhaegar Westerling was a talent, diligent in his studies and practice, and his swordsmanship, horsemanship, and archery were all very good, but the Westerling family's soldiers lacked systematic and cruel training and could not fight tough battles.

"Does no one want to know what you are yourselves?" the Mountain asked again.

No one answered.

The soldiers only had fear for the Mountain, not love.

Only the Clegane's fierce soldiers and Chiswyck's bandits both feared and loved the Mountain.

Birds of a feather flock together!

The Mountain said: "In my eyes, you are all dead men."

The only sound in the field was the sound of heavy breathing.

"If you don't train to death during training; when you go to war, you will definitely die. Who among you wants to die in battle, raise your hand!"

No one raised their hand.

"Very good, no one wants to die in battle, which means you are normal people. But people are bound to die in battle, and I have a way, and it's the only way, to maximize the possibility that you won't die in battle, and that is to train to death during training. Anyone who is unwilling to accept this training method, step forward."

No one stepped forward.

"Those who are unwilling to die on the training ground, you can quit and become clerks. Raising horses, growing vegetables, blacksmithing, repairing carriages, managing armories, living supplies, marching tents, etc., all of these require professional talents. Last chance for those who don't want to die, step forward!"

No one stepped forward!

The Mountain nodded: "Okay, this is your own choice, you have chosen death. You have chosen to die on the training ground, rather than on the battlefield, this choice may be correct. Now let me see your physical fitness, fully armed, armor, helmets, shields, bows and arrows, longswords, short knives, spears, bring everything, start from where you are standing now, run ten laps around Crag Rock, the last twenty to return will lose their names and be uniformly referred to as Dead Rat Number 1, Number 2, Number 3, all the way to Number 20, the soldiers who receive the Dead Rat honor will have their monthly salary deducted, feed the horses, wipe the weapons, maintain the armor, and sweep the floor after completing their daily training courses, and repair the city walls for an hour after dinner. Rhaegar—"

"Yes, Ser Gregor!"

"Replace the round shields with rectangular shields, and give each soldier two more spears."

"Yes, my lord."

After a flurry of activity, the Mountain stared at these strawberry-like fragile guys and said, "Go die, you trash!"

Thus, the Westerling family's one hundred and eighty professional soldiers, led by Ser Rhaegar and Ser Rhaegar, ran out of the drill ground.

The Mountain slowly walked to the other side.

Here,

were already arranged orderly legions.

They were the Clegane cavalry and the seventeen bandit leaders led by Chiswyck.

A total of one hundred and five people. Horse Soldier Thomas Mann was also in the ranks.

These people were also fully armed, helmets, armor, longswords, short swords, daggers, steel thorns, combat boots, as well as thickened shields and two spears.

The Mountain lit a small candle in front of these people.

"Sweetmouth Ralph, after the candle goes out, the team will set off, catch up with those trash, and humiliate them severely."

"Yes, my lord!"

On the main castle's corridor, those watching this scene in the drill ground included Earl Gavin, Lady Sybell, Jeyne, Scholar Yassa, eleven-year-old sister Elenya Westerling, who was holding Jeyne's pet Reese cat in her arms. Lady Sybell was also holding an eight-year-old boy, the Mountain's youngest uncle: Loram Westerling.

The Mountain looked at his father-in-law's family.

Jeyne called him over: "Ser Gregor, are you done with your work? Come up, my mother and I have already sorted out all the household registration information in the territory, let's see how many soldiers we can recruit."

Recruit soldiers?

Yes!

The Mountain's territory had a limited number of subjects, and with Duke Tywin's two rewards, there were only one hundred and thirty households. And after all the Westerling family's lands were taken back, there were more than one thousand three hundred households in the territory.

If one soldier was recruited from each household, there would be an army of one thousand three hundred people.

The Mountain's goal was to establish a professional legion of a thousand men here with his father-in-law, mainly infantry.

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