After finishing the two-hour run, Shiloh let everyone rest for a while and then continued running.
There are also soldiers who collapse and cannot stand up, but at this time Connor will lead his military police team to confiscate the gold and meat of these fallen soldiers.
There is absolutely no opportunity for discussion.
Therefore, no matter how exhausted they were, everyone held on, lifted their weak legs, and continued training.
In the military camp, almost everyone has reached their limit.
Shiloh looked at the time, it was almost noon, and whispered a few words into Connor's ear.
Connor nodded and said: "Those who complete the last lap can rest and eat immediately."
"Today's meal is prepared by the chef responsible for His Highness's daily diet. It includes meat and soup!"
"The one who finishes first will eat first. If he is too far behind others... Humph!"
As soon as these words came out, the soldiers who had reached their limit were stunned for a moment, then immediately gritted their teeth and ran forward with all their strength, much faster than before.
Only the last lap left!
Now, the salty aroma of bacon is more useful than any reward. It would be nice to have white noodles for training, but now you can eat meat every day.
No one wants to fall behind others, become the bottom twenty, and give up their place to others.
"ha!"
The first person to finish was indeed Bullock. As soon as this tall man crossed the finish line, he immediately carried his food and walked to the stove set up by the chef.
"Get all these done for me!"
He took out a large piece of bacon, slapped it on the chopping board, then sat down on the ground, took out his water bag and drank heavily.
The first ones to finish were basically all the barbarians, but to Shiloh's surprise, the one who came in second was actually the loud voice who asked the question before - the desert mercenary with a beard - who suddenly made a sudden appearance in the last lap and took second place.
's ranking.
"Connor, what's the name of that beard?"
"Your Highness, that man's name is Mahmoud. He is the captain of this group of desert mercenaries. He is good at riding and shooting, and his strength is pretty good."
Shiloh nodded and silently took note of this person.
More and more people passed by, and the aroma coming from the stove became stronger and stronger.
The soldiers, who were half exhausted, were resting and looking at the stove eagerly... The bacon was steamed and put in bowls, and delivered to the soldiers one by one according to their ranking. Basically everyone had meat.
One serving each of vegetables, soup, and bread.
That's meat. How can I usually eat meat?
Brock was the first to complete the training, so he was also the first to eat meat. He first grabbed the bacon and took a hard bite, making his mouth full of oil. Then he mixed the bread into the soup and slurped.
Started stuttering.
The look of satisfaction caused the soldiers around him to have their throats bobbing and their index fingers moving.
"It's really meat, a bowl full of meat."
The soldiers received meat one after another, and they couldn't even believe it was true.
When you join the army, you can even get meat to eat!
Bell's hands were trembling a little as he took the meat that belonged to him and was so nervous that he almost knocked over the bowl.
He has never eaten so much meat since he was born!
Usually this is something only nobles can enjoy!
In the training just now, Bell had some complaints against Shiloh, but now, this dissatisfaction disappeared immediately. He could no longer bear it and started to feast.
He ate in a hurry and swallowed the bacon into his stomach in a few mouthfuls. He accidentally choked and hurriedly beat his chest.
"Don't be anxious, you have enough food... Come, have more bowls of soup." Shiloh happened to be patrolling back and forth when he saw Bell choking, so he smiled, patted him on the back, and brought him a bowl of meat.
Soup.
Bell hurriedly drank the broth regardless of etiquette. He felt his chest was relaxed and took a long breath.
He was about to say thank you, but saw that Shiloh had already put his hands behind his back and walked away to chat with the soldiers.
"His Royal Highness Hilo is really different from ordinary nobles..."
Bell looked at Herode's back and muttered to himself.
The morning's training is finally over.
As Shiloh said, in addition to having some gold coins deducted from the last 20 people, some of the meat was also divided and rewarded to the top ten people.
"Do you understand now?!"
"The Storm Army wants elites!"
"If you don't want your gold coins and meat to be taken away by others, then you only need to think about one thing!"
"That is to become stronger and stronger!"
"clear!"
After a morning of training, the soldiers finally understood their situation.
As long as they are worse than others, the treatment they will enjoy will be even worse. Becoming stronger is their only way out.
All the soldiers looked at their comrades with strong fighting spirit in their eyes.
Only in this kind of atmosphere can we train the iron army that Hilo wants, a long-lasting victorious army!
"But I also have to think of a way to let them learn to cooperate with each other...Tsk, tsk, let's hold a team competition in a month!"
Shiloh looked at the soldiers who were ignited with fighting spirit. He touched his chin and began to think of some bad ideas.
………………
In the blink of an eye, it has been a month since the Storm Army was established.
After the soldiers of the Storm Battalion got used to such heavy training, Shiloh also organized a small team competition, which is an actual combat simulation, so that the soldiers of the Storm Battalion could learn to cooperate with each other.
The overall quality of the soldiers is constantly improving, and their spirit is getting closer to Shiloh's standards.
However, it only took more than a month for Hilo to realize that the resources on the island were not enough.
The most obvious one is the lack of meat.
There is no good thing in the world that wants horses to run and not eat grass. If you want to train an elite army, you need to invest more than millions of resources.
At least now, Shiloh has discovered that if he wants to maintain this new army of 200 people and carry out training like special forces, the daily consumption of grain, grass and meat has reached an exaggerated level.
"No wonder it is said that fighting a war is a waste of money. If it is consumed like this every day, over time, no matter how powerful and wealthy a country is, it will not be able to bear it."
According to Shiloh's order, meat must be included in the three meals of the soldiers, and enough must be taken care of.
The purpose is to replenish the blood of these soldiers and help them improve quickly.
We have given these soldiers the highest requirements and at the same time given them the best treatment.
Looking at the list of resources consumed every day, Shiloh was secretly speechless.
However, in order to gain a foothold in the turbulent Gulf Stream island chain, Hilo still gritted his teeth and reluctantly dispatched most of the island's resources to military camps.
This is a complete waste of money!
Luo Wen, who was in charge of helping with internal affairs, had contacted him several times and told him that if things continued like this, the meat stored in Hope Island would be exhausted in two months, and everyone would only be able to eat fish at that time.
"Sigh, I don't know if there are any farmed animals among the territorial specialties provided by the system. It's really not an option to continue like this."
Hilo clicked on the system and flipped through the construction mall... Still nothing changed, just the same.
I don’t know when the system will be able to update the products in the mall.
While Shiloh was hesitating, he suddenly saw the word "camp" flashing slightly on the system panel. Out of curiosity, he immediately clicked on it.
Swish.
A brand new panel unfolded, with a dense string of words.
After Shilo read it carefully, he realized that his camp still lacked one thing to upgrade to a town.