Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

On June 15, 9750 of the Glorious Calendar, 48 of the 55 barons in the Kadlo Province chose to send qualified warriors to the Qixing Territory.

In the military camp outside the Qixing City, Weilin stood on a high platform and overlooked the military formation below.

On the left is the Qixing Camp led by Cassius, with 3,486 warriors, including two high-level silver warriors, 18 mid-level silver warriors, 231 low-level silver warriors, 1,963 high-level bronze warriors, and 1,272 mid-level bronze warriors.

Thanks to the supply of black-skinned pigs, Weilin was able to train this elite force in just 20 years. Compared with the battalion-level troops of the Hurricane Legion, there is still a big gap, but he is satisfied with such a scale.

In addition, under the guidance of the officers of the Hurricane Legion, the coordination ability between the soldiers and the command ability of the officers of the Qixing Camp have greatly increased.

In comparison, the second battalion led by Hebrew is much worse than the Blue Gauze Battalion led by Commander Eden. One reason is the supply of extraordinary resources, and the other is the difference in warrior talents.

For warriors with above-average talents, the Praying Star Battalion occupies 50% of the entire standing army, the second battalion and the Blue Gauze Battalion take the remaining 30%, and the remaining seven battalions only occupy 20%.

According to the military report submitted by Baird, the Tenth Battalion, which was established less than five years ago, has 3,116 warriors, of which only ten are low-level silver warriors, only 300 are bronze-level warriors, and the remaining more than 2,700 warriors are all warrior apprentices.

In other words, the Praying Star Battalion can be compared with the elite legions of the kingdom.

The Second Battalion and the Blue Gauze Battalion can be equal to the standing army supported by ordinary earls.

The four to eight battalions are equivalent to the elite troops supported by ordinary viscounts.

The combat effectiveness of the Ninth Battalion is stronger than the standing army under the command of ordinary viscounts, but it is limited.

As for the tenth battalion, it can only be said that it is stronger than most baron armies. In Weilin's opinion, it can only be used as a logistics force.

On the right side are the soldiers sent by the lower nobles who want to be attached to him. There are more than 4,000 soldiers, with scattered formations and uneven strength.

Fortunately, these people still know what this occasion is and did not make a loud noise, otherwise he would let these thousands of people know what respect and order are.

"Now, everyone stand up."

The majestic sound resounded in the ears of the lower nobles and their followers, making their nerves tense instantly, staring at Viscount Qixing on the high platform.

Seeing the team become slightly neat, Weilin's heart was a little fluctuating, and he continued to lecture.

"In the next thirty months, my general Cassius will train you. I hope you can meet my standards before the holy war of faith begins."

After a few brief words, Weilin left the barracks directly and handed the place over to Cassius.

After Weilin flew away, Cassius climbed onto the platform and looked at the scattered noble army. Seventy percent of them were warriors, less than twenty percent were knights, and the rest were some spellcasters and priests.

As for the reorganization plan, Cassius recalled his master's instructions last night: "You decide. As long as you can ensure the combat effectiveness of the army, you can reorganize them in any way you want."

Thousands of people stared at the silver-armored general on the stage, not daring to breathe.

Facing the pressure of the golden knight, they dared not have the slightest thought of neglecting.

Cassius glanced down and said in a deep voice: "Ryan."

In the formation of the Qixing Camp, a high-level silver warrior stepped out and said loudly: "General."

"You will lead the team to the No. 3 training ground for training."

"Yes."

Looking at the Qixing Camp that had all left, Cassius waved his hand to close the four gates of the No. 1 training ground.

The sound of the iron gates colliding echoed over the training ground, causing thousands of noble warriors present to panic.

"Now, I give you three minutes to take off your armor and put your weapons on the edge of the training ground."

As Cassius' voice fell, thousands of people moved quickly, took off their protective gear, and put them on the edge of the training ground together with their weapons.

Training Ground No. 1 covers an area of ​​more than 1,000 acres, 900 meters long and 750 meters wide. The entire edge is enough for these noble children and their followers to store their personal belongings.

Looking at the increasingly scattered formation below, Cassius didn't care at all, and then ordered: "Next, I want to see your perseverance and courage."

"Bronze professionals below, run 100 laps around the training ground."

"Bronze professionals, jump 50 laps on one foot."

"If you don't complete the task within five hours, you are not allowed to eat."

"As for silver professionals and all spellcasters, all stand in the middle for me."

As the order was issued, everyone could only grit their teeth and start to act.

In less than a moment, there were less than 500 people standing under the platform.

Cassius jumped down from the platform, came to a middle-aged man, and asked, "What's your name?"

"General Cassius, my name is Valk Charles."

"From now on, you are the captain of the first brigade of the training camp. Select your seven squadron leaders from the group of silver warriors behind you."

"General, is it now?" Valk asked bravely.

"Now, immediately, right now, select your squadron leaders for me, and then stand aside."

Under Cassius's cold gaze, Valk selected seven familiar silver warriors and stood on the left.

In less than ten minutes, the five captains of the training camp were established, including three silver mid-level warriors and two silver mid-level knights.

The remaining 400 spellcasters and priests were organized into a separate brigade, led by a silver low-level priest.

"Hobert."

The silver low-level priest heard this and stepped forward and said respectfully: "General Cassius, please give me your orders."

"I don't know how spellcasters and priests can cooperate with each other in combat. You can only figure it out by yourself." Cassius looked at the white-bearded priest in front of him and said slowly, "I allow you to train alone. Now you can take your troops to the No. 6 training ground for individual training."

"Yes, General Cassius."

Priest Hobert bowed and saluted, and then left with more than 300 spellcasters and priests.

Cassius turned around, looked at the five captains he had chosen, and ordered: "There are still more than 3,500 people on the training ground, which means that each of your battalions will have more than 700 people."

"As for your subordinates, it's up to you to fight for them."

"In these five hours, you can observe them carefully and see who is your most ideal subordinate."

After that, Cassius directly announced the disbandment, leaving the 40 confused.