"Stand up! You bastards!" Adilai's loud roar echoed throughout the training ground.
Adilai was seen marching, holding a wooden gun, and casually patted down the knights' retinues on horseback, and cursed angrily while patting them back.
"You bastards! Did you put all your strength on the woman's belly last night? You can't even sit on the horse's back?"
"Look at how you look? Do you still want to be a knight like this? Go home and ride a pig!" Adilai's saliva splashed.
"It is a great honor to announce, great gentlemen! If this were a battlefield, you would have been picked off your horse by a farmer holding a manure fork!" Adilai taunted as he shot down a rider casually.
"Why are you not convinced? My fighting spirit is useless. You can't sit firmly on my horse with just your skills. Why are you not convinced?" Adilai looked at the angry-eyed rider in front of him and grinned.
"Come on! Let me see how awesome you are! Come on! Little girls! Come on together!" Adilai looked at the riders who had climbed up and said the most pretentious words in the calmest tone.
"superior!"
"Kill him!"
After all, they were a group of young people, with the blazing flames in their hearts still beating. The so-called youthful spirit was nothing more than that. These foolish riders straightened up their wooden round-headed lances and rushed towards Adilai. A group of twenty people could be counted.
The momentum is huge...
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
Adilai did not use skills or fighting spirit. He just relied on his own skills to shuttle through the crowd like a butterfly in a flower. After every explosion, a rider was swept away and then was sent away wrapped in Adilai's fighting spirit.
Go to a safe area.
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"Eh...it hurts just to look at it!" Roland grinned as he looked at the rider who was knocked away by Adilai, and he began to pray to these poor children in his heart.
"Uh... so cruel!" Kaslo twitched the corner of his mouth, and felt a chill in his chest and abdomen just looking at it. Although the wooden gun didn't have much lethality, but being whipped away by a galloping horse... it's exciting just thinking about it!
"Oh, Dragon God! How barbaric!" Yun Feng glanced at the riders dancing in the sky and smiled helplessly. Compared with the spell casters' training method of chanting spells and drawing talismans, the training of the knights is indeed cruel.
point.
"Have they not felt the fighting spirit yet?" Roland interrupted Adilai's training out of curiosity.
"Your Highness! Hello!" Everyone saluted.
"Well, it's not yet time to test their fighting spirit with the fighting spirit rock. They still need to exercise their bodies, improve their physical fitness, and increase their awareness of fighting spirit!" Adilai explained.
"Tsk!" Roland frowned, this was really troublesome! Fortunately, he became a great knight directly and did not have to go through this painful process.
"Give me a month, and there should be some knight seeds!" Adilai considered.
"Don't worry, we don't have a big gap in knights now! Take your time!" Roland no longer pursues the Thousand Knights or anything in the short term. Those huge knights can completely eat up this little king of his.
And I don’t plan to start a movie with anyone in the near future, so why would I raise such a large group of shit-making machines? If I have the time, I might as well think of ways to recruit some refugees to replenish the population.
"Okay." Adilai nodded clearly. Since his king no longer pursues quantity, he should improve the quality. Now he has enough time and energy to train each batch of knights' retinues.
"Well, please be more careful. I hope to see the knights you personally trained galloping across this land!" Roland encouraged with a smile.
"Don't worry, Your Highness, my old bones will not disappoint your expectations!" Adilai assured Roland with a hammer on his chest.
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"There is no big problem here in Adilai. Gryphon knights are being trained in Kaslo... These two arms are the only ones our kingdom can train at present, and it is difficult for gryphons to regenerate!" Yun Feng shrugged. The only two technical units in the Kingdom of Lagrand are not large in output. If they want to form combat effectiveness in the near future... it is recommended to recruit some rapid infantry as it would be more reliable.
"It's okay, it will happen in the future! Now we just need to settle down!" Roland said softly while staring at the busy Rapid City.
"Precipitation?" Yun Feng was stunned.
"Isn't it? This country that spans thousands of miles needs to be digested and digested." Roland said sternly, it is not a good thing to have big eyes and a small belly. It will stretch yourself to death! A large number of troops can control a larger land. But if there are no people to develop and cultivate it, no matter how fertile the vast land is, it will still be wasteland!
"Hmm..." Yun Feng nodded. It's a good thing that Roland can see the current predicament of the kingdom. At least it means that his king is a king with brains, rather than a worm waiting to die. If he just eats and waits, It's not bad to die, but I'm afraid of those who wait for death and like to give random orders... For example, when I shouted 800,000 vs. 600,000, the advantage was in my micro-management God of War...
"But I still suggest that you control as many areas as you can! At least find out the terrain and environment first..." Yun Feng suggested. He carefully analyzed the current situation and found that if Mordor really launched an army with all its strength, Go north, and then... that's no longer possible! But even a partial army plus Dol Guldur's men are enough for them, and Yun Feng doesn't believe that those damn dark forces know that there are dragon knights in the coalition. Will remain indifferent in the end... For Mordor, giant dragon-hunting crossbows and black arrows are not difficult to obtain at all. God knows how many black arrows the dwarves had wandering around in the past... Whether it is the dragon knights of the coalition or the dragon knight generals, there is no such thing as People think that their dragons are tougher than Smaug, even though Smaug is not technically a dragon.
"Forget it, areas that are too far away are out of reach, and there are only so many mobile troops... It's okay to hope that the rapid infantry will defend the city. If we really go out to fight hand-to-hand, the casualty ratio will make all of us cry!" Roland said helplessly. He smiled bitterly. Although he had thousands of troops under his command, the ones he could really pull out for fun were the rapid infantry. However, those rapid infantry were not professionals. If they really fought with those orcs, they would get a good casualty ratio. , but for Roland, a small kingdom with one less person, it was simply a disaster. If a thousand people died at one time, Roland should go hang himself on the southeast branch.
"..." Yun Feng twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly. Although he had a good idea, his master did not have the courage to take risks. Although Roland's concerns were okay, Yun Feng always felt that he was at a loss. For a sixth-level professional, , the lives of ordinary soldiers are just numbers, just don’t recruit anymore. But for Roland, those dazzling numbers are living lives and families...
The glory of the nobility has never passed away, it has just quietly integrated into the depths of our blood. The nobility has never been a group of people standing behind the people! They are the helmsmen who shoulder the fate of the country and the peril of the nation! Their glory should not pass away!