Today is the first day that Shiloh officially took over the Storm Camp and started training.
At dawn, he arrived at the military camp, and by this time the 200 soldiers had already lined up and were waiting.
Shiloh nodded to Connor, and Connor gave a military salute and reported: "The two hundred and twenty-one men of the Storm Battalion have lined up, please review by Your Highness!"
Shiloh walked up to the sergeants and said: "Storm Camp obeys the order!"
"I'm waiting!" The more than 200 new storm troops responded in unison, with a huge and mighty force that startled a large flock of sleeping birds in the nearby forest.
Shiloh was quite satisfied with the momentum of these new troops. He nodded and pointed behind him with his hand. When everyone looked at it, they didn't know when, but there were several wooden boxes behind him.
"Open."
Following Shiloh's order, someone immediately opened the wooden box. Suddenly, everyone's eyes were tense, staring straight at the contents of the wooden box, unable to move away.
These wooden boxes are filled to the brim with golden little cuties—gold coins!
Seeing that the soldiers were attracted by these gold coins, Shiloh laughed and said: "There are 30,000 gold coins here, all of which are pure gold. As long as you can grab a handful from them, it will be enough for you to live freely for several years."
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"As for whether you can earn this gold from me, it all depends on your ability!"
As soon as Shiloh finished speaking, he heard a loud voice in the phalanx asking: "Your Highness, what makes you a capable person?"
Shiloh took a closer look and saw that the person who asked the question was a bearded desert mercenary. Apart from this mercenary, the others also moved their eyes from the gold coins to his face.
Shiloh said: "It's very simple. Every time those who fail to persist in training and whose results are within the bottom 20, I will take a portion of their deserved portion as a reward and give it to those with outstanding results.
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"In other words, the longer you persist in training, the greater your chance of keeping your gold coins."
"The better you perform, the more gold coins you will earn."
"On the other hand, if you fail to complete the training every time, or are ranked among the bottom 20, your gold coins will become less and less until they are all deducted."
"At that time, get out of Storm Camp, do you understand?"
"clear!"
Everyone responded loudly, looking at the comrades around them with a hint of competition in their eyes.
Shiloh waved his hand again, and dozens of carriages were pulled in front of everyone. The curtains were lifted, and they were filled with pickled meat, grain and grass.
Others carried buckets of fresh water from the carriage.
"These are your provisions. I have already decided how much food, meat and water each person will have per day."
"But just like before, you also need to fight for these foods."
"Those who cannot persevere and those whose scores are within the bottom 20 will also have a portion of their food taken away and rewarded to those with outstanding scores."
"If you don't want to go hungry and watch others eat your share of food, you must train with all your strength!"
"yes!"
Shiloh looked at the energetic appearance of these soldiers, with a smirk on his lips.
"Now, we start distributing supplies."
A large amount of gold coins, meat, food, grass, and drinking water were put into backpacks or hung on everyone's bodies with ropes. The soldiers were excited at first, but after a while, they felt that the weight became more and more terrifying, and these supplies were pressing on their backs.
Up, it's like a hill.
The person distributing supplies actually finished distributing all these things, and then stopped.
Each soldier must bear at least 80 kilograms at this time.
Some soldiers wanted to put something at their feet to relieve the pressure, but Shiloh shouted: "Don't put it down!"
"From now on, if anyone puts down their belongings, I will treat them as voluntarily giving up these things and confiscate them immediately!"
When the soldiers heard this, their faces immediately turned the color of bitter melon, but they still gritted their teeth, held their breath, and carried the supplies on their backs.
Who would be willing to let go of so many gold coins?
At this moment, Shiloh saw that no one secretly put down these supplies and spoke.
"Start training now, everyone, run around the camp."
Everyone gritted their teeth, walked heavily, and started running staggeringly.
Shiloh squinted his eyes and looked at the sky.
"Connor, how long until we have dinner in Japan?"
"Your Highness, there are still 5 hours."
Shiloh smiled slightly.
"That's it... let them run for 2 hours first."
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Carrying supplies training is equivalent to running with heavy loads in later generations.
However, the soldiers in this world do not have the firm will of the soldiers, so Shiloh played a clever trick and let them bear the actual benefits that he could touch and use.
As long as you are lazy, your interests will be damaged.
As long as you fall behind, gold coins will be lost.
Only in this way will soldiers train with all their might.
Although this method treats the symptoms rather than the root cause and is not a long-term solution, it can indeed help Hilo quickly train a strong army and then seriously build the will of the army.
The military police, headed by Connor, were supervising the soldiers running in the military camp.
The first few laps were fine and they had enough energy, but as they got to the back, the soldiers found it more and more difficult, and every step they took was like a chasm.
Some people even staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Even a powerful barbarian like Bullock gradually felt that the supplies he was carrying seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, let alone ordinary soldiers.
Everyone was panting and didn't know when it would end.
Bell, who was running in the middle of the team, not only felt his legs burning, but even his back was so heavy that he lost consciousness.
Why...why isn't it over yet...
While running, Bell paid attention to the faces of the people in the team. Basically, except for the barbarians whose speed remained unchanged, everyone was running slower and slower.
"Pick up the speed for me! If anyone stops, the training will be considered a failure!"
Connor's scolding came in time, and Bell thought for a while, thinking of what His Highness the Prince said before, if the training failed, his gold coins would have to be distributed to others.
You can’t fail, you can’t be ranked in the bottom twenty!
He wants to use the money to return to the mainland to find his family!
Bell gritted his teeth, trying hard to forget his physical fatigue, and slowly increased his speed.
"Speed up! Speed up!" Connor was like a demon, still urging, but this time, someone finally couldn't support it, his body swayed, and he fell to the ground.
With this fall, several people behind him had no time to escape, and they all collided and fell to the ground.
I saw these people lying on the ground. They didn't even have the strength to stand up. They could only gasp for air.
"You, you, you, and you, your training failed!"
"If you don't want all your supplies to be deducted, get up quickly and keep running!"
Someone from the gendarmerie immediately walked over and took away some of the supplies that belonged to them.
The soldiers gritted their teeth, helped each other to stand up, and then staggered back to running.