Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

This is a bit surprising.

"Why?" Boudica turned to look at Neos.

Nios smiled: "Whether it is Wales or England, each region uses different bow-making woods,

Elm, ash, oak... just about anything, but after trying them all, yew is the best. "

"Yew?" Boudica frowned.

"Yes, Yew."

Neos nodded, beckoned, and took the longbow from the archer: "The climate on the British island is humid, so in order to use less glue and wax for bonding, the simpler the main body of the bow, the better. The reason for the longbow."

"The yew wood has straight grain and tight structure. It is the most elastic wood among all the woods that have been tried. It can bring the greatest strength to the bow and arrow." Neos said, and handed the longbow to Boudica.

After Boudica took it, she tried to pull the bowstring. Although she couldn't draw it fully because her chest protruded too much, she still felt a little hard.

"At the same time, not only the bow, but also the arrow." Neos said, waving his hand.

Fei nodded, and silently drew out the dagger, a cold light flashed in his palm, and the cowhide was cut open.

The whole arrow was exposed.

Neos took one, held it up in the air, and said: "This is horn wood, which is heavier than other light woods. Although it sacrifices range, it gains greater penetration."

"And look at the arrow." He raised his long arrow and pointed at the metal arrowhead.

Boudica squinted and watched carefully.

But it was a high protrusion in the center of the arrow, and the two sides extended long and downward, protruding from two sharp blades, forming a ferocious barb, and there were even barbs on both sides of the blade.

Imagine the arrow piercing through the skin, and the barb biting the muscle. If you pull it out forcefully, the whole piece of flesh will be torn apart, and blood will fly!

So either let the arrow body penetrate the body, break off the arrow branch, and pull it out from both sides, or just dig out the meat around the arrow...

Boudica couldn't help trembling: "You came up with all this?"

"No, it's all the experience of the predecessors." Neos shook his head.

"What kind of person would come up with such a vicious arrow." Boudica sighed.

Is this vicious?I'm not even talking about rusty, poisoned arrowheads...

Neos twitched his lips.

"But it's not difficult. What if the Romans learn it and turn against us?" Boudica asked suddenly.

"That's what worries me too."

Nios was a little serious: "If you want to talk about weapons, then I have thousands of ways to improve weapons, which can enhance the combat capabilities of our soldiers."

Such as saddles, stirrups, or repeaters and slings...

"However, some things are extremely easy to be learned by the Romans. In addition, their national strength is strong, and they can produce equipment in minutes.

At that time, we have not fully popularized it, and the other party has already called us with our equipment. ’ Neos sighed.

Violent soldiers are not as violent as others, this is a fundamental gap in national strength.

So either they invent weapons that surpass the times themselves, or use other methods to narrow the gap.

Boudica nodded to show that he understood, and turned to ask: "So, in the future, our army will focus on training archers?"

"Well, not only now, even after thousands of years, Britain should regard the cultivation of archers as a national policy!"

Nios asserted: "Because Britain was at an absolute disadvantage in economy, population and horses compared with the continental countries,

There is an economic gap, and we need to use time to close it, so archers, which require long-term training, are our best choice. "

Boudica suddenly realized: "Indeed, almost every Celtic man grew up with a bow and arrow."

"That's what I've considered too."

Nios said: "But fighting is not a gang fight. Although our warriors have good bow and arrow skills, their discipline and organization are still far behind."

"It's just archery, what's the point..." Boudica was puzzled.

"We are facing the Roman Legion, Your Lady Queen!" Neos stared at her with a serious expression.

Boudica froze for a moment, recalling the scene when he fought against Roman soldiers.

Indeed, no matter how strong one's martial arts are, one cannot break through that barrier.

"So what we need is not a single feathered arrow, but a large curtain of arrows." Neos opened his hand.

Boudica looked at him blankly, imagining how feathered arrows would fall from the sky like heavy rain covering the sky.

"Advance by listening to the drum, release the arrow upon hearing the order, and shoot wherever you point, and this is not only the quality of bow soldiers, but also the qualities that all other corps should have."

Nios said softly: "Because the two armies are fighting, the comparison is discipline and organization."

Boudica had a flash of inspiration, staring at him and frowning: "So, you suddenly told me this, what do you think?"

"Yes, I implore the Queen to allow me to take a team out for training." Neos shrugged.

"Practice?"

"Yes, you don't need too many, a thousand people is enough."

Neos looked at the many warriors in the field and said, "I plan to take them to fight or something,

Let them get tempered in this battle, and then when they come back, they can train other teams. "

"Then, what about me, what will I do without your affairs in the city?" Boudica suddenly panicked when he heard that he was going to leave.

"I've already arranged everything. You only need to listen to Turner and Owen's reports every day. As for the rest, Ania will take care of it for you." Neos smiled reassuringly.

Boudica suddenly felt like a waste...

"Don't underestimate yourself, Your Lady Queen."

Nios understood her concerns, and said with a smile: "Ania has just started to learn, and needs your help and support, so that she can be independent in the future."

Boudica pursed her lips, remained silent for a long time, then nodded: "Yes, I see."

"As for me, you don't have to worry about it," Neos said.

"How could I not be worried! I don't even know what you really want to do!" Boudica stared and said angrily.

Neos pondered for a moment, then sighed softly: "In a sense, I should be hunting."

"Hunting?" Boudica was dumbfounded.

Neos nodded and smiled: "Yes, hunting."

Go hunt Rome's rarest animals.

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Chapter 93 Chapter 92 Happy New Year

Winchester, Martial Arts Field.

Neos was dressed in a light gray robe, standing on a high platform overlooking the dark crowd.

"Remember, after I leave, military training should not be slack, but should be stepped up even more."

His expression was extremely serious, and his voice was as cold as hitting steel: "According to the method I taught you, first train them to use weapons, familiarize them with simple tactical movements, and then practice the response of drums and flags. Be sure to let the whole army The action is uniform."

"Yes, my lord!" Turner bowed and saluted.

"The second is the selection of soldiers."

Neos turned his head: "The standards for chariot soldiers are under [-] years old, over seven feet tall, runners and jumpers;

Those who can fight in front, back, up and down, left and right sides of the chariot;

Those who can handle the banner and draw the longbow can be selected as chariot soldiers and given the best preferential treatment. "

"But our chariots have all been dismantled." Turner looked up at him.

"Destruction is for rear erection, demolition is for reconstruction, we need new tanks."

Turner twitched his lips and nodded.

"Let's talk about cavalry."

Nios waved his hand with a firm attitude:

"Under forty years of age remain unchanged, physically strong, quick and agile;

Those who can gallop on horseback and draw bows and shoot arrows; those who can ride horses across ravines, climb hills, rush over obstacles, and cross wide rivers; they will also be given preferential treatment! "

"That......"

Turner pondered for a moment: "What about the infantry?"

"Peasant," Neos said.

"Huh?" Turner thought he had heard wrong.

Neos glanced at him, then suddenly turned around and shouted, "Ania!"

The beautiful female voice suddenly responded, and the girl in the crowd who was recording the applicants stood up, looked at him, waved her hands vigorously, and trotted over.

Neos waited for Ania to come to him, watched her panting slightly, waited for a moment, and waited for the girl to calm down before saying, "Before I leave, I will teach you one last lesson, remember it."

After speaking, he gave Turner a slight squint.

Turner looked down.

He knew that the content after that was also what Neos wanted to teach him, and this kind of opportunity was rare.

Anya and the girl in the hood may not be able to imagine the envy of adults like them.

But the fact is that neither he, the fat man in the administration department, nor even Queen Boudica is eager for Neos to share some of his wisdom.

Turner and Anya listened breathlessly.

"A new lesson, combining soldiers with farmers, and combining soldiers and farmers." Nios put his hands behind his back, watching countless audiences hustle and bustle into the sky.

Numerous released slaves and peasant children came here to enroll in the army in order to beg for a meal or to become a new class in the city.