Imperial Crown

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Simon is not difficult to find.

After the locust plague, Simon temporarily gave up his position as the leader of the flying brigade and took over Link's responsibility for the training of new recruits.

On the training ground in the military camp, the soldiers of the Second Legion were arranged in a neat square formation and were conducting the most basic training.

Jacob Lai was one of them.

He is 27 years old and has served in the Eagle Army for 3 years. He served as a spearman in the 3rd Battalion of the 1st Legion.

After the establishment of the 2nd Legion, he was transferred here because of his excellent training performance and served as a leader of ten men.

This is indeed a good thing. Not only has the weekly salary increased by nearly double, but the leather armor on his body has also become stronger.

But if he can choose, Jacob Lai would rather be a big soldier in the 1st Legion.

He thought that Link's training was already torturous enough, but when he came to Simon's hands, he knew what it meant to be a mountain higher than a mountain.

This officer named Simon always smiles when he is not training, and his temperament is even a little soft. To be disrespectful, he is like a neighbor's boy.

But once he arrives at the training ground, his requirements are as strict and perverted as Link, and even more so.

In a training a few days ago, just because Jacob Lai couldn't help yawning when he drew his gun, Simon singled him out and scolded him!

Since then, Jacob Lai always felt that Simon was deliberately targeting him.

"Very good, next, actual combat training." Simon's voice came: "Jaco Lai, you come to demonstrate."

Sure enough, it's here again!

Jacob Lai rolled his eyes in his heart, but still walked to the open space in front according to the order.

I don't know what the content of today's so-called actual combat training will be.

Let me blindfold myself and judge the number of enemies only by footsteps? Or walk through the wall of two teams holding steel blades to train the so-called courage?

Simon didn't know what he was thinking. He took a deep breath and said loudly: "The 1st to 3rd teams of ten, line up."

"Now, you are the vicious horse thieves, and Jacob Lai is the only enemy you have to kill!"

"Line up, charge!!"

Jaco Lai almost cursed. Can this be considered training! ?

But he didn't have time to think about it, because the three teams of ten who had set up their formations had already rushed up with a howl.

They lined up in three rows, simulating the movements of a cavalry charge, keeping about one person's distance from each other.

It was dry and dry, and it hadn't rained for a few days, so the training ground was extremely dry.

When the speed was up, the smoke and dust were billowing, the footsteps were heavy, and there was really a cavalry charge between the shadows, which made Jacob Lai's brain go blank in an instant.

When the people rushed to the front, Jacob Lai almost subconsciously thrust his spear and knocked down a soldier, but he was also stabbed by the next spear and fell backwards to the ground.

Simon said expressionlessly: "Come again."

Jacob stood up, only to feel a dull pain from the place where he was shot, and he raised his gun again.

This time it was not much better, he tried his best to dodge, but was still knocked to the ground by the first row of soldiers.

Simon continued: "Come again."

The soldiers who were preparing to charge again all smiled faintly, for them this was simply a game.

But Jacob didn't want to be the punching bag of this game anymore.

"I'm not coming!" Jacob Lai threw his spear to the ground: "Simon, if you have any opinions about me, you can say it directly. Is it necessary to humiliate me in this way?!"

Simon stared at Jacob Lai: "I have no opinion about you. This is a training."

"You said training is training. What is the training of dozens of people fighting one person!?" Jacob Lai broke the jar and threw it:

"This is unfair!"

"No one will tell you fairness on the battlefield!"

Simon shouted: "You are standing on the battlefield, facing dozens of enemies alone. At this time, do you have to put down your weapons, smile and greet the opposite side, and then say."

"Hey! There are too many of you. It seems unfair. Let's fight one-on-one--is it like this!?"

Jaco Lai swallowed his saliva and argued: "But this kind of training is meaningless! Who will encounter such a situation?"

Simon said lightly: "Me, your commander Link, and everyone who survived on the bloody highlands."

"So, I hope you can survive in the same scene."

Jaco Lai was speechless, but the eyes of the soldiers around him were a little strange, and they obviously did not believe Simon's words.

Scanning the whole place, Simon picked up the spear that Jacob had thrown to the ground: "This time, take me as your target and continue training."

"I won't use fighting spirit, you guys should see how to deal with it."

A gap was instantly cleared around them, and 30 soldiers lined up in three rows again, howling and rushing up.

Jacob's eyes widened, not wanting to miss a single scene.

When you are pushed to the ground by the crowd, you will know how unreliable this method is!

He was even imagining how he would pretend to be magnanimous after Simon failed.

But what happened next was far beyond his imagination.

The first row of soldiers was getting closer and closer, Simon's eyes were steady and calm, and he half-turned his body to get out of the way of the attack.

Simon even had the energy to explain: "When the cavalry charges, they must keep a distance from each other. Although there are many people, there is often only one person in the same row who can attack you, so find a good gap, don't panic, and you can escape."

The second row of soldiers had arrived again, and Simon happened to block one of them on his way.

This time, Simon made a very standard posture of retracting and piercing with his spear, and took the lead to knock the attacking soldier to the ground.

"The infantry spear is longer than the cavalry spear. As long as you stay calm, you can take the initiative before being attacked."

"Although most cavalrymen are wearing heavy armor, this blow may not be fatal, but the inertia of the impact is enough to knock the opponent off the horse and make people faint on the spot; and the spear on the ground can effectively disperse the impact force, so that you will not be seriously injured."

Then, Simon stepped forward and stood beside the knocked-down soldier. The third row of soldiers had to take a detour, and Simon "survived" without even dodging.

"Imagine your enemies as devils from hell. They will not be soft-hearted because of the death of their comrades, but at high speed, riding a horse and trampling on a corpse covered in heavy armor may damage the horse's hooves, so they can only bypass it."

After speaking, Simon stood up and pulled up the soldier he had knocked down.

Looking back, everyone was stunned.

Especially Jacob Lai, he saw clearly that Simon did not use his fighting spirit, and even his speed and reaction were within the range of normal soldiers, but there was no extra movement, and his judgment was extremely accurate.

He could even imagine that Simon must have been as graceful as a gust of wind on the battlefield at that time.

If it were not for the restrictions of military discipline, he would even want to lead the applause.

Oops, military discipline...

Jacob Lai's face was embarrassed, and he walked to Simon and bowed his head and said: "Knight Simon, I just..."

"No need to say more, I contradicted the commander, and I will go to the military judge to receive 20 lashes after the training. Is there a problem?" Simon said.

"No problem, no problem!" Jacob Lai breathed a sigh of relief.

This problem can be big or small. If Simon is serious, it will not be just a matter of 20 lashes. It would be good to be expelled from the camp directly.

At this moment, applause suddenly rang out. Everyone looked back and saw the hound Wheeler clapping his hands and walking over: "Well done, Simon! It's a bit like the style on the battlefield."

"The Baron has something to ask you."

"I'll go right away." Simon smiled, then frowned and faced the recruits: "What I just did is not the only way to crack it. After all, if you want to survive on the battlefield, you still need to be calm enough so that you can use the results of your usual training."

"Continue training!"

"Yes--!"

Simon left the barracks and followed the hyenas to Eagle City. After having a secret conversation with Raven for half an hour, he said goodbye and left.

Not long after walking out of the city gate, Simon heard footsteps following behind him. He turned a corner and hid behind the wall. When the footsteps behind caught up and stopped, he suddenly jumped out.

"Ah!" Jenny was startled. Seeing that it was Simon, she patted her chest and breathed slowly, and punched Simon's chest hard: "Hate it, you scared me again!"

Simon smiled softly and looked at Jenny's face.

She wore a black and white lace headband on her head, which tightly bound her hair, revealing a smooth and full forehead; her eyes were bright and bright, and there were some freckles on her cheeks, which made her look indescribably youthful and cute.

"If you hadn't followed me, how could you be scared by me?"

Raven and Nancy intended to match Simon and Jenny. The two met several times and gradually fell in love with each other, but the last layer of window paper was never broken.

"Hmph, I just came out to see you were worried." Jenny pouted and kicked the weeds in the corner: "I won't do that next time."

"Sorry, I'm wrong. I've been too busy recently." Simon realized that his joke was a bit too much and apologized immediately: "Actually, I was thinking of formally inviting you next Wednesday night, my sister's birthday."

"Who cares about your invitation." Although she said this, Jenny's attitude softened a lot: "You invite me to your home, in what name, who am I to you?"

"I'm about to invite you to my home, what else can I be, I'm not the kind of man who will take a girl home casually." Simon was still embarrassed to mention the word "fiancée": "But, it seems that this invitation will be put on hold for the time being."

"What's wrong?" Jenny was stunned.

"The Baron has given me a top-secret mission." Simon sighed and said, "It will take at least half a year to go out this time."

"We have to leave tomorrow morning."

Jenny bit her lip when she heard it. Although she was reluctant, she still said, "This is the master's respect for you. It's a good thing. You..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly saw a glittering pendant appear in front of her.

It was a heart-shaped pendant made of gold, with a light pink gem inlaid on it.

Simon said softly, "I wanted to give it to you next Wednesday, but..."

Jenny's heart was surging. She liked pink, but she only mentioned it to Simon once. Unexpectedly, he remembered it firmly in his heart: "Put it on me..."

Simon's heart was also surging. He untied the chain of the pendant and lifted Jenny's hair very unfamiliarly. His fingers trembled slightly. He didn't dare to touch Jenny, and he was afraid of accidentally scratching her.

With a click, the pendant closed, and Simon's fingers still accidentally touched Jenny's neck. The slippery touch made his heart beat.

Simon is a good boy. Even at his age, he has never touched a girl's hand.

Before he could think clearly about what to say, he suddenly felt a warm touch on his lips.

After a long time, the two separated.

Simon's face was as red as an apple.

Jenny's face was as red as if she was poisoned by carbon monoxide.

"Come back safely." Jenny took out a handkerchief and stuffed it into Simon's arms: "I'll wait for you!"

After that, she turned around and ran away.

Looking at Jenny's back, Simon couldn't help but laugh.

The next morning, Simon came to Eagle City and took off with two Wind King Cavalrymen, flying northeast.

This time, Raven even gave Simon his storage belt.

Time flies, and the hottest July passed in a flash.

In early August, the wheat in the fields matured one after another, and the serfs who had been struggling for a year began to harvest the grain in the fields, not wanting to waste a single bit.

The military camp was still in full swing. Although Simon left, the training continued.

The orphans who have now become Wind King Cavalrymen are no exception.

It was afternoon, and the orphans were wearing full leather armor, repeating the javelin throwing training.

Hoyaz was among them.

This young man who had opened the way for Nancy and exterminated the insect king has now gradually matured. Although his figure cannot be said to be burly, he is also agile and strong.

In his hand, it is no longer a wooden spear for training, but a fine steel javelin for actual combat, three and a half feet long, seven pounds in weight, and a little hot under the scorching sun.

But Hoyaz still raised it steadily to his shoulder with one hand, staring at the target with his eyes fixed, even if sweat overflowed from the leather helmet and burned the corners of his eyes, he still did not waver.

Until the order came: "- Throw!"

His legs spread apart at this moment, and his right foot pushed the ground hard. The power was fed back from the earth to his legs, and then transmitted to his shoulders through his waist. His arms were straightened, and the javelin flew out of his hand with a sound of breaking through the air.

After tens of thousands of times of tempering, Hoyaz can now not only guarantee that he can hit the target, but can even clearly calculate how long his javelin will fly.

Three breaths, only three breaths are needed.

3, 2, 1...

He counted silently in his mind.

Ding——

The javelin hit the wooden target, and the dry and tough pine wood was immediately pierced and torn, and half of the body fell to the ground.

A team of 50 people, 50 targets, after one throw, only about 6 or 7 targets were still standing.

"Okay, today's training is over, disband!"

If it was a year ago, hearing this disbandment, there would definitely be javelin thrown all over the ground, but now the orphans have maintained excellent discipline.

They came forward to collect their javelin, and then used cotton cloth dipped in clean water to carefully wipe the javelin from head to tail to prevent sweat from rusting. When the javelin became dry, it was collected and returned to the warehouse.

Hoyaz was about to leave when he was suddenly stopped by the instructor, who mysteriously pulled him into the barracks alone.

Just as Hoyaz was wondering, the instructor slapped him on the shoulder and threw him a list:

"You are lucky this time!"

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