You and me under the world tree

Thinking of this, he seemed to have found some reason, so he couldn't help but landed on the ground.

Then Etzel laughed.

His rough laughter was so loud that it not only made Hermod feel deafened, but also attracted the attention of the surrounding soldiers.

At the same time, they all noticed that the man seemed to have fallen from the sky.

And in their cognition, it must be the gods in the sky who can do this.

Although for the people of Hungary, it is not surprising that the gods appear and disappear.

But when they actually appear, they still arouse their curiosity and attention.

"Don't be so nervous."

Seeing Hermod's ashen complexion, Etzel said.

Immediately afterwards, he took off the sheepskin bag at his waist, which contained mare's milk.

Then, he just took a sip, and it seemed that he didn't intend to use force at all.

"I'm just a little thirsty."

He looked like he was very affectionate, and he put his arm directly on the shoulder of the speed god.

"Brothers!" he howled, "Kill some sheep tonight and we'll have a party!"

After hearing his king's order, the atmosphere in the entire camp suddenly became more enthusiastic.

But what is different from this enthusiastic presentation is Hermod's heart.

Although Etzel seemed to be very enthusiastic, the gesture of hugging him seemed very affectionate.

But in fact, only he himself understands that the hands of the King of Hunlan are like steel.

Every blow was like a blow to him.

And more importantly, now his hands are still firmly clamping him like iron tongs, and he is not allowed to say a word.

"Give some face."

Facing Hermod's face that didn't improve, Etzel said with a smile.

"Stay for a meal, my 'brother'."

brother……

The word was quite jarring to Hermod's ears.

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Good morning everyone_(:з」∠)_

The second is about noon, I'm still writing.

To be honest, I really want to restore the previous morning update time, so I will adjust it again.

I'll let you know when the adjustments are complete.

By the way, for the popularization of science, Traizen comes from the song of the Nibelungen.

It is a castle specially built by King Etzel of the Huns for his beloved wife Heljie.

It is recorded in the Dragon Song that "Haierjie is famous for living here for a long time".

Here I write it as the capital of Hungary, and it is also the only capital.

The main reason is that the name of the other capital is too déjà vu, stronger than the déjà vu of the Strath I wrote before.

It's called Vienna [Austria's wrath]

Chapter 46: Do things according to the face of others

Maybe it's because Hungary itself doesn't have a long history, and the eastern plains have always had killings and battles.

So in this case, there are not so many positions in the ranks and strata of the army of the Hungarian Empire.

Even until now, Hungary has not had a clear division of the legion system. Except for the mobile infantry, it has always been divided into a small team of ten formally organized cavalry.

In Hungary, only those who ride on horses can be called 'warriors'.

And this is the division:

Commanders of tens, commanders of hundreds, and commanders of thousands.

As for the commander-in-chief, he is already the highest-level commander in the regular establishment of the Hungarian Army, and they directly obey their king Etzel.

And only when there is a real war and Etzel can't get out, Etzel will hand over his token to a trusted aide, and he will go out instead.

And this is the same as other kingdoms in the Atrium world, the supreme commander is called the "war executive" of the kingdom.

As for the advantages of such a crude system?

Of course there is.

Because Hungary is a nomadic kingdom, a ten-man cavalry formation allows them to deliver news faster.

Moreover, one man and two horses are the most basic configuration, so the mobility is far stronger than that of ordinary legions.

But is there a flaw?

There are also.

Due to the rough system, information is often confused, and the information conveyed is sometimes inconsistent and contradictory.

But these situations are actually inevitable, and Hungary is essentially just a new kingdom.

Moreover, although Hungary bears the name of the kingdom, but because each camp often has to be stationed and run around, the camp where the herdsmen gather actually has its own set of independent operating systems inside.

They need to learn to protect themselves and provide the kingdom with cattle and sheep without the orders of King Etzel.

It is not a problem to say that there are small tribes who are loyal to King Etzel one by one-but, the force these small settlements can only hold can only protect themselves. Nearby fighters were gone.

But Etzel was, after all, a man who created Hungary by force and gave protection to his own people.

He is the founder of the kingdom, so he has many privileges, and among them, he jumps over all levels and directly commands those fighters under him.

Just like it is now, although according to the norm, the night fortress should have its own guarding duties.

But when their king said that a banquet was going to be held, some of them had to put down their work.

All of a sudden, only the most basic defensive measures remained in the entire fortress.

But fortunately, Etzel himself can still decide the severity.

After all, those who can participate in the banquet are only at the level of centurion and above, so most of the soldiers still stick to their posts.

This crude but definite class does not arouse dissatisfaction.

This is not to say how strict the military system in Hungary is, just because it believes in strength.

The environment created by the harsh environment must be based on strength.

Just like Etzer forcibly created the Hungarian Empire with a nominally vast territory with his own strength, his army establishment also relied on pure combat power.

Except for the military adviser accompanying the army, every ten commander is the most capable fighter in his own team.

As for the centurion, he is a strong man who has been fought among the ten commanders, and the thousand commander is the same.

Although it looks rough, and even quite unstable, but with the strongest King Etzel on top, this rough system is surprisingly stable.

The military division is directly under Etzel, and has an absolute say in strategic decisions, but the final decision is still made by the war executive or the king himself.

Meanwhile, all the soldiers need to do is obey orders.

As for holding a banquet or something, it can only be said that the strength is not enough, and it is normal to be unable to participate in the banquet.

In Hungary, all welfare can be said to be its own strength.

At the same time, all failures can also be overshadowed by lack of strength.

But at this moment, the soldiers in charge of guarding are not without oil and water.

Because no matter what, they can always get a bowl of meat to satisfy their hunger, but they can't drink alcohol.

And soon, a comfortable atmosphere filled the entire camp.

After all, they couldn't help being unhappy.

Although they have been stationed here for more than half a year, they have not achieved any substantial results.

But during the battle, they actually suppressed the Gothic army in the so-called eastern line of defense.

But now, they don't even need to attack by force, they just need to regularly drive the monsters to the city wall and watch them fight.

So unconsciously, they all felt that their victory was unshakable.

In this state of mind and atmosphere, it is inevitable to relax.

All of a sudden, the whole camp was filled with toasts, and the unique milky aroma of milk wine wafted around.

One by one, the centurions and thousand commanders were soon drunk.

Amidst the aroma of barbecue, they couldn't even speak clearly.

"Drink, come."

Just after the soldiers fell to the ground one by one, a commander staggered to King Etzel's side.

He also held a sheepskin water bag in his hand.

There is no doubt that what is contained in it is naturally milk wine.

However, his speech was quite confused and he was obviously drunk.

That greasy hand just rested on Etzel's body, looking quite rude.

Seeing this scene, Hermod, who was just drinking silently, frowned.

He had seen many kings and knew that most of them would not like such a faux pas.

Not to mention, Etzel himself was a hot-tempered man.

Maybe there is a good show to watch...

Thinking of this, Hermod couldn't help feeling a slightly distorted joy in his heart.

But before he had a good time, Etzel smiled.

"Come, drink."

He didn't say much, just picked up his milk wine and clinked glasses with that person.

When the two sheepskin bags collided, there was no crisp sound, but the laughter of the two formed a bold melody.

"My lord, I thank you."

The commander said.

"It's you, yes, it's you who brought us a stable life, so that we don't have to fight blindly for survival."

"you're drunk."

"I……"

He didn't care about the oil stains on his shoulder armor that seemed difficult to clean, Etzel just smiled and watched the incoherent warrior.

Then, he was seen falling to the ground and sleeping soundly like everyone else.

"These rough-skinned and thick-skinned guys...wait to catch a cold."

He couldn't help but cursed with a smile.

Helmold knew, he didn't seem angry at all.

But at this moment, the envoy's heart couldn't help showing a touch of anger.

Why?

Why didn't these lowly mortals make Etzel angry, and he had to be whipped?