Our family is in decline

"Hey! Monsters are monsters, and they can actually imitate humans." Disma never had a clean mouth, and after seeing this scene, he couldn't help but complain.

After all, in his eyes, pigs are monsters, and he never expected that they would learn how to eat at the table.

"Hahaha! That crippled pig man will probably sit at the children's table." Lance estimated the height of the table, then observed the surrounding situation, and joked with a smile.

This joke greatly relieved the depressing atmosphere. They were not stressed at all along the way...

"This is a good place. At least the pigs know not to poop or pee where they eat."

Lance was very satisfied with this place. There was nothing on the ground except some dead bones. As for the ground, it was all dry mud, which was hard when stepped on.

"Boss, this place is not quiet."

But since this is where the pigs eat, I'm afraid there will be trouble if they rest here. Even Boudicca understands this simple truth.

"You guys can rest easy, I'll keep watch." Lance didn't care about the enemy. He would just cut them down when they came. He didn't want to sit in the excrement.

"I'll come in the middle of the night." Asking his employer to keep vigil was a bit of a violation of professional ethics for Tardif and made him look useless.

"No~" Lance shook his head and refused, "There is no midnight here. You guys have a good rest. We will continue to attack in about time. We are still wandering around the periphery, so we don't have much time to waste."

Tardif realized that Lance was not joking, but serious.

There was silence for a moment, and no one knew what the reaction was under the helmet.

Disma has long been accustomed to obeying the lord's words. As for Boudicca, he can't wait to rest now. The wound can heal, but the lost blood will also take time to recover.

"There are only two entrances and exits on the left and right. I just need to set up alarm bells." Disma didn't talk nonsense and went straight to work. He arranged alarm bells at the entrance of the passage. As long as there are enemies passing by, they will be alerted.

At this time, everyone no longer had the same reaction as when they first came in, and they got used to it after being exposed to more people.

In addition, I was so tired that I didn't care about the mess on the floor. I just cleaned it up and then sat down on it and let out a long breath.

Lance took out the dry food in a leisurely manner. To be honest, he didn't bother setting up the fire to cook some hot food now, or maybe everyone had no appetite.

After everyone ate the bread and dried meat, they rested hastily. Only Lance was still thinking under the light of the torch.

This trip has accepted so many war refugees, and the population is also enriched with soldiers. Under the conditions he gave, there is no need to worry about no one joining the army.

It's just that after these new soldiers are trained, they need to be filled in. After the number increases, I can finally further promote the reform of the army.

The army is definitely not static. Before, Lance didn't divide the troops into different types. It was because there were only so many people, and they weren't even able to hold on to the ropes.

In addition, even if they are divided, I am afraid they will be dissatisfied with the establishment and will not have any real effect at all.

So he directly commanded them all, trained them through battles, and created a group of people who had seen blood, and then selected talents from among them, and promoted them to middle-level officers with military merit to form the backbone.

Only in this way can those new recruits be digested in a short time. Although the combat effectiveness will definitely be reduced, it only takes a few battles to see some blood.

Small places have their own advantages. If he promotes reforms, no one will oppose him.

Artillery, artillery, when will my artillery be organized...

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In Hamlet, Lance's departure does not cause much impact because ordinary people are not even exposed to these.

And after developing for so long, things within Hamlet have a framework after the rules are set, and there is no problem with normal operation.

"Mother, I'm going to the training camp to attend classes first."

It was just getting dark here, and after finishing her meal, Jeanne asked her mother to leave.

Mrs. Rosa looked at her daughter with a serious face, her stern expression made people feel stressed, but in the end she just nodded and reminded her.

"Remember to study hard and don't let down adults' expectations."

"Yes, Mother."

His attitude towards his daughter is quite enlightened in this era.

To be honest, she used to be very strict and conservative with her daughter. She would not let her go out to exercise hard in public, nor would she allow her daughter to play outside after dark.

But now the lord saw her studying hard, so he arranged the course. Although she was reluctant for her daughter to go to the army, she could only agree to it.

She said she was supporting her daughter, but actually she was supporting the lord more.

Joan of Arc was not so thoughtful, so she came out of home with a cloth bag containing books and rushed to the training camp.

Lance valued his soldiers and treated them very well. Military regulations were also strict. Unless he was resting, his time would be full every day.

During the day, they were either on missions or training, and at night, it was not the time to rest, as classes would be held inside.

Basic literacy classes were held basically every day. The lord required that students be able to learn a certain number of vocabulary words within a certain period of time. They would be assessed every once in a while, and those who excelled would be rewarded, while those who failed would need additional training.

The graduation requirements from the basic class are 300 basic vocabulary words, which can be understood, read and written.

Now that the army is recruiting, the class is full of newcomers, and most of them still cherish this rare opportunity, because good performance will not only give them meat, eggs, milk, but also money.

Not to mention that the lord said that those who wanted to serve as an officer must be literate. Which young man didn't have some illusions about making achievements, so of course he would seize the opportunity.

But literacy was something she started learning when she was three years old, and Joan of Arc's class was not here.

She was going to the advanced class, and the people in the class were not ordinary teachers, but high-ranking military officials such as Leonard, Barristan, and Patton.

There are three main courses: cavalry combat, infantry combat, and artillery combat, but there are a lot of subdivisions, such as team formations to deal with different situations, what needs to be paid attention to in camp logistics...

The most difficult course is the artillery course, which requires understanding artillery, mathematics, how to calculate ballistics, and how to aim.

The number of soldiers who can take such courses is not very large. They are all soldiers who have passed the basic exam and have performed well in actual combat and have military merit.

During the day, they do field training, and at night, they do theoretical training. They are completely trained as the backbone of the army.

The lessons here are not something money can buy, but a reward from the lord.

It's the same thing when Joan of Arc comes here today.

The class hasn't started yet, and people are coming in one after another.

Joan of Arc has not yet been exposed to actual combat, and she is not a soldier, let alone a woman. It stands to reason that coming here will attract some people's attention.

But in fact, no one cared about her at all. After everyone arrived, they took the time to read the textbooks written by the lords and superiors.

These courses are not easy, otherwise you will not be able to follow them later.

Everyone knows that the lord is training them, and no one wants to fall behind.

In fact, Joan of Arc was not the first person who was allowed to attend classes by Lance. Leonard's son was also allowed, and some students with good performance in the school were also allowed to come to attend classes and even participate in training.

Studying to death will not work, nor will practicing to death, they must be combined.

"Today we will talk about the second chapter, how the cavalry should cooperate with the infantry when the legion is fighting..."

Leonard appeared on the podium and began to teach these newcomers his battle experience.

He himself brought his own equipment and horses to join the Crusaders, served as cavalry, infantry, and even commanded legion-level wars.

His experience was paid for with blood, and being able to hear this is a very precious opportunity for these students.

Joan of Arc is inconspicuous below. She is far behind in her classes. Now she can only listen carefully to the lectures and take note of her handwriting, and then slowly follow the textbooks to catch up when she gets back.

What book did she read before? What class are you taking?

Her mother's greatest hope is to cultivate her into a cultural person.

So to a certain extent, I still have a filter on the concept of the military. However, after actually listening to the class, I realized that there are so many things in it, and I was indeed narrow-minded before.

The lord is right, no matter how strong an individual's power is, there is a limit. If you want to calm down the troubled times, you must use the army.

After realizing this, Joan of Arc devoted herself more to her studies.

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At night, flames shot up into the sky, and some thatched houses were swallowed up by the flames. All kinds of calls and shouts were mixed in, but they were not calls to put out the fire, but miserable and desperate wails.

A villager suddenly rushed out from among them. His face was distorted and he was running in extreme fear. He kept looking back as if some terrible monster was chasing him.

But before he could take a few steps, a figure swooped over from behind him, and the villager screamed and fell to the ground.

"No! Don't kill me!"

The villagers were crying, and the clothes on his back had been torn and soaked in large amounts of blood.

And under the light of the fire, it was finally revealed that the figure just now was a white wolf whose hair was stained with blood.

At this time, it was not in a hurry to kill the villagers, but wandered around the prey with a playful look. Its behavior was not for hunting at all, but to tease the prey.

But at this time, the villagers were so frightened by the constant pursuit that they didn't even dare to run away. They just kept begging for mercy.

However, his behavior made the white wolf lose interest. He stopped teasing the prey and bit the villager's throat. He tore the trachea out with all his strength. Blood burst around his mouth and soaked the surrounding hair. .

It didn't even look at the villager, but looked around, searching for the next target.

Soon it seemed to have discovered something, licking the blood around its mouth, and jumped out in the next second.

The body that was twitching on the spot was only left with a face of fear and unwillingness.

And this happens everywhere, it’s a game.

A game for the strong.

Yes, this team was the team led by the war wolf, and finally left the mountains and entered the empire.

A huge bonfire was raised in the center of the village, and a tall figure sat in it. He was tearing into the barbecue in his hand, and from time to time he picked up the filled wine glass and drank it in one gulp. His posture was heroic, but it also revealed that Hungry and thirsty.

And beside him were the wanton and indulgent barbarians, and all the young women in the village were concentrated here.

These village women who work all year round are definitely not good-looking, but for the barbarian warriors who have been escaping in the mountains for more than a month, they have already gone crazy and don't care whether you look good or not.

They also didn't care about these women and tortured them with all their strength. Screams and cries mixed with wanton laughter continued to echo over the village.

The Wolf Warriors didn't react much to this scene at all, because these things were normal to them.

What is the purpose of fighting?

After the victory, they should capture slaves, rob women, and search for resources. He led the team to slaughter caravans one by one and break through small tribes one after another.

Whose family doesn’t have a few women snatched back now? No slaves taken back? Didn't you get all the good stuff back?

Otherwise, why would he let those barbarian warriors follow him wholeheartedly in a short period of time? Just because there are benefits to following him in the war.

But something went wrong this time. The team suffered a huge defeat just after leaving. They were chased and had to flee into the mountains. Later, they had to trek in the mountains for such a long time.

He knew that everyone was squeezing resentment in their hearts, and if he didn't vent it out, he, the leader, would be in trouble.

Although he is not afraid of these warriors challenging him, this is within the empire, and every warrior consumed cannot be replenished, which will make the team weaker and weaker.

Therefore, you must appease them and show them the benefits before they continue to work with you.

So the first thing he did when he came in was to find a place for them to vent. Unfortunately, they discovered this remote mountain village.

War Wolf directly led the barbarian warriors and the white wolves to take control of this place. In fact, they did not kill people at the beginning. They just forced the villagers to kill chickens and cows and entertain them with the best things.

People in this world cannot live without their fields. These villagers thought they would just rob and leave like the bandits and robbers before.

But they didn't expect that the disaster would only start after they had eaten and drank enough. All the men in the village, young and old, were released, and then the white wolf and the elite barbarian warriors hunted them down for fun.

Women were also humiliated at will. There were even children who were only a few years old and died on the spot because they couldn't bear it. Some crazy guys even didn't let go of the corpses.

But the war wolf sitting aside didn't feel anything at all, or maybe he didn't like these village girls at all. He only wanted a woman who could be worthy of him.

But now he comes here to do three things: kill his enemies, take back tribal relics, and devour the blood of the wolf god.

A crazy night.

They also knew what they were doing, so they didn't leave anyone alive at all. They killed all of them, men, women, old and young, to replenish a wave of resources, and burned those who couldn't be taken away.

The village that had escaped the tax collectors, drought, famine, and war was ruined and burned to the ground.

Rough and barbaric is their portrayal. No wonder the Imperial people always discriminate against these barbarians.