Section 59: Training new soldiers

Soon the drummer beat the drums, and the sound of gathering sounded in the camp. He heard the sound of gathering, the Mark Legion acted like a conditioned reflex, but the mercenaries were confused and unaware of what they were wrong. Until Captain Mantchio led them to gather around Schwab, who was riding horses, he still respected Captain Mantchio, a nobleman like Schwab. He walked to Schwab and took off his hat, and then bowed to Schwab. He was about to open his mouth but was stopped by Schwab.

"Please wait, my friend Captain Mantechio, I will deal with the matter first." Schwab raised his head seriously, without looking at the corners of his eyes, and nodded to Baron Coro.

"See the order of the Count." Baron Koro waved his hand to the Mark soldiers, and saw dozens of strong Mark soldiers carrying several deserters, walking towards Schwab and mercenaries. These deserters had more or less scars of being beaten. This was also impossible. No soldier would forgive the deserters.

"The death penalty is here." Schwab ordered Baron Coro. When he heard Schwab's order, Captain Mantechio and the mercenaries were surprised. He treated deserters as a noble at most, but Schwab actually wanted to punish these people.

"Mr. Earl, I beg you to show your kindness and forgive these people." Captain Mantchio pleaded with Schwab.

"Captain Mantechio, they are mercenaries who have agreements with me, but they actually took my money and were about to escape. Since they entered my army, they must do it in my way. The executioner began to execute the execution." Schwab mercilessly rejected Captain Mantechio's plea. Today he would use his blood to let these casual mercenaries learn what discipline is.

"May God forgive you." A priest who was found from a nearby village trembled and picked up the cross before these people who were about to be executed, murmured at the death prayer.

"No, forgive me."

"Forgive me." The deserters lowered their heads, cried, begging for forgiveness, but several Mark soldiers holding a tall sword walked behind them and teared their collars to reveal their naked necks, then aimed and looked at Schwab.

"Slay~~~." Schwab waved his palm vigorously, and the Mark soldier raised the sword high, then slashed it violently. The sharp big sword cut off the deserter's neck effortlessly. Several heads fell to the ground. After a moment, blood spurted out from the neck, and the body that had lost its head fell to the ground. With the continuous twitching, it gradually lost its vitality.

"Now announce the military rules." Schwab continued to look at the shocked mercenaries. At this time, the chief sergeant announced the military rules loudly to the mercenaries around him, including obedience to officers on the battlefield, the death penalty for the cowardly warriors, the punishment for distracting orders to disrupt the array, and the bloody heads on the ground, the mercenaries' eyes were full of fear. They listened carefully to the military rules and were afraid of missing something.

"Sir, will this not give Captain Mantechio face?" Baron Coro said to Schwab worriedly after Schwab re-entered the tent.

"Hmph, this is a army of my army. They received commissions from me, not Captain Mantchio. He was just serving me as an officer, and I did not listen to him. However, I need to select some experienced supervisors from the Mark Legion and install them among the mercenaries. We must try our best to grasp the ideological trends of the soldiers." Schwab picked up the ale that William poured him on the table. The supervisor system was the most important and unique system in the Mark Legion. These supervisors were only responsible to Schwab. Their task was to grasp the ideological trends of the soldiers and assist the work of each squad leader.

"This is really a wonderful idea." Baron Koro was also very impressed by Schwab's move. The reason why the Mark Legion is so cohesive and combative is that these eloquent supervisors played a very important role.

"By the way, after doing these things, let the soldiers prepare to set off, and His Highness the Prince asked us to go to his manor, where we will train these soldiers." Schwab said to Baron Coro.

"As for the order, Lord Earl." Baron Coro bowed and walked out of the tent.

"Little William." Schwab put down his wine glass and said to Little William.

"Yes, Lord Earl." said the young attendant William immediately.

"Write a letter now and give Rubert," Schwab said.

"Yes, Mr. Rubert of Hanrowe?" Little William asked curiously.

"Yes, let him come here for a trip. I have a lot of things to do." When Schwab finished all this, all the soldiers outside the tent had already gathered. The soldiers of the Mark Legion lined in an orderly line, and the mercenaries also worked hard to line up in an orderly line.

"Is it Lord Stedeing?" A messenger from the royal family stood in the camp waiting for Schwab.

"Yes, I am," Schwab said.

"I am the one whom His Highness the Prince sent you to the manor, my name is York." The messenger named York said humbly to Schwab.

"You're here." Schwab nodded, and then, under the service of his young attendant William, rode to the manor on a horse under the leadership of the messenger, behind him an army of five thousand men.

"My son, are you sure that Schwab can bring you victory?" On the walls of Fort Tuwaben, the old king and prince Masimirk watched the army dressed like beggars, slowly walked away, leaving a mess on the original station, and followed the army with a group of children and daughters.

"Father, do you know? The reason why Duke Hanruowei was able to defeat the Ruvid people was thanks to the help of Schwab. He could be said to be a nobleman who could create miracles." Prince Masimilk said to his father.

"I hope so." The old king could only trust his son's judgment, but he immediately put this matter behind his mind. "My son, you should go and see your wife, Sophia has been waiting for you."

"Ah, that's right, my beautiful wife." After reminding her father, Prince Masimilk suddenly remembered his wife, the wife who helped him. He immediately said goodbye to his father and ran towards Princess Sophia's bedroom.

"Your Highness, Prince." Princess Sophia's maid saw Prince Masimir passing through the courtyard garden and still smelling of flowers, and quickly ran into Princess Sophia's bedroom excitedly, and then shouted loudly.

"What's wrong?" Princess Sophia, who was sitting beside the bed, was embroidered with her handkerchief, asked the panicked maid.

"It's Your Highness, he's back." As soon as the maid finished speaking, Prince Masimilk rushed in.

"When did you come back?" Princess Sofia rushed into the prince's arms happily, and they hugged each other tightly. When Prince Masimilk came back that day, he had been with his father, so he did not inform Princess Sofia because he wanted to persuade his father to support the dispatch of troops to the lowland territory.

"Uh, don't talk a little, you look a lot thinner these days." Prince Masimilk stammered for a while and said to Princess Sophia. They sat by the bed with their hands in hand. The maid left the room very tactfully and took the door with her to let the sweet newlyweds enjoy the time.

Under the leadership of the messenger, Schwab and others came to the royal manor, which was a manor located in the plain. There were three small villages around the manor. They all cultivated the land of the manor. Five thousand people suddenly flocked to the manor and immediately became crowded. Schwab ordered the mercenaries to set up camp in the fields outside the manor, and then led a hundred Mark Legion soldiers into the manor himself.

"Baron Coro, what recruits are you responsible for, together with Otto, starting from the array, or using the Mark square array." Schwab looked at the stone-building manor house, nodded with satisfaction, and then gave an order.

"As for the order, Lord Earl." Baron Coro and Otto took the order together. They would use rigorous training to make these mercenaries who could not even line up in the square formation grow gradually.

"I need their assistance to gather the elders in this village here." Schwab had a headache when he thought of the ragged mercenaries. It seemed that he needed to unify their clothes, make shoes, and long enough spears. Schwab could only summon these villagers to help him.

"Yes, Lord Earl." Soon several soldiers rode their horses and came to the village with the butlers in the manor. They found the elders of the village and took them to the manor, while the elders who were not sure what they knew were wrong looked at each other.

"Ah, welcome you." Schwab sat in the manor house, and kneeled in front of him several village elders. These white-haired farmers looked at the nobleman in black armor in front of him, not knowing what he and others were summoned for.

"Dignity, I wonder what you asked us to do?" an older elder asked cautiously.

"That's right, I am the newly appointed general of His Highness the Prince. We are ordered to train soldiers here, so we need your help." Schwab said kindly.

"Of course, if it was the order of His Highness the Prince, we would certainly obey unconditionally. I don't know what you need us to do, the nobles?" The elders thought that this noble would not want to rob our village, or to young girls, which is what the nobles often do.
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