When it was just a little light and the canyon was still dark, the serfs transporting firewood had crowded outside the camp, anxiously waiting to receive the ten copper coins they had been looking forward to all night.

    Naturally, Arthur didn''t have to worry about firewood. He climbed the wall early in the morning and trained 50 serfs with long guns.

    With what happened yesterday and the blessing of breakfast today, the serfs'' respect for Arthur reached a new height.

    At the moment, standing in front of Arthur, they all stood with their chests and long guns. Although they still looked like beggars'' sect disciples, their mental outlook was very different.

    "Team one, thorn!"

    At the command, fifty serfs posed at the same time and stabbed out their long guns.

    After his demonstration and explanation, although the team of 50 people is still far from being neat and uniform, it is no longer a mass of loose sand at least.

    "Take the gun, the last three steps!"

    As soon as they moved, the team of 50 people could not be lined up or erected immediately, but they were not in a mess. Instead, they moved quickly and in small steps according to Arthur''s prior requirements, and sorted out the formation based on the platoon head.

    "The first three steps, shoot!"

    This command is the most difficult for serfs who have just started training. The team is not neat, and even accidental injuries will be caused when shooting.

    After finishing the team again, Arthur didn''t give orders, but looked at several vassals who were watching.

    "Do you all understand? Ask now if you don''t understand."

    "Don''t worry, sir. Just these seven or eight actions are simple!"

    "We all know what you mean. We should be neat, unified and not disorderly."

    "Yes, just leave it to us."

    The vassals looked confident and felt that Arthur underestimated them too.

    "Since you are so confident, it''s better to compete," Arthur said with a smile. "In the evening, I''ll review your training results and select the best and worst teams. The bad teams only have black bread for dinner, and the good teams can drink broth in the evening."

    Hearing what Arthur said, the six vassals immediately raised their spirits.

    Although the punishment is not aimed at them, if the team they train is selected as the worst, it will disgrace them and may even be despised by the serfs.

    "Don''t worry, my Lord. I promise to take the first place."

    "Beard, are you going to take out the trick of training cattle?"

    Andrew''s words made everyone laugh.

    "If you''re afraid, Andrew, say it now. I can find you a cloth to cover your face," said burry, staring at Andrew

    Looking at the several people who have competed, Arthur is very satisfied with this effect.

    He handed over the training to several vassals. After watching for a while, Arthur slowly went down the wall.

    "How long have people been sent out and haven''t come back yet?" Arthur asked, looking at the direction of the territory outside the house.

    "Sir, you may have to wait a little longer. It will take at least an hour from the fortress to Shanghe town."

    "That''s right," Arthur nodded. "Gustav can''t think fast."

    There was no mobile phone or WiFi. For a while, Arthur had nothing to do. After thinking about it, he simply went into the house to cultivate his fighting spirit.

    Although the fighting spirit of the world is very disappointing, he can at least strengthen his body. In a world where the medical level is almost zero, Arthur cherishes his life.

    ......

    In the evening, Arthur climbed the wall again with Thorne.

    As soon as he got to the city wall, Arthur saw that on the wide city wall, three hundred serfs were neatly divided into square arrays. When he saw him coming, they looked up and dared not move at all.

    They have heard that the team with the worst performance can only get black bread! The best can continue to drink broth!

    Imagine risking wheat flavored bread and steaming broth. No one wants to eat the hard, feckless black bread!

    The six vassals also came forward, but they didn''t take the initiative to invite Arthur to review. They were uneasy.

    A city wall, the square array and the square array are separated by a few meters, and the training of each team is almost clear at a glance.

    Looking at the people, Arthur smiled and said, "who will come first?"

    "My Lord, I''ll come first!" the bearded vassal, burley, said immediately. He was not afraid. After that, he glanced provocatively at some people who dared not speak.

    "OK."

    Arthur raised his feet to the third square.

    As soon as the Lord arrived, the 50 people of the third square immediately straightened their backs. Although they were nervous, they didn''t dare to move except their eyes.

    "The third array listens to the order and turns back!"

    Under one order, fifty people turned together and looked like a model.

    Arthur issued several orders one after another. Except that "back out of the gun" and "forward out of the gun" were not neat and fast enough, the rest were pretty good.

    "What''s the matter, sir? Am I the first one?" seeing Arthur nodding, burley quickly asked aside.

    "Big beard, what''s your hurry," Arthur, the vassal, choked aside before Arthur answered, "you''re the first. At least you have to wait until the count has seen our team!"

    "Yes, don''t get the worst."

    Andrew also choked on one side. It was Burley who didn''t pay much attention to them.

    "Just look!" said Bailey, with his neck sticking to several people. "It''s not that I don''t believe I can be better than mine without seeing your team."

    Then he smiled and looked at Arthur, "count, how much do you think I can get?"

    "Six points."

    "Six!" said bereton with a bitter face. "Sir, what''s the full score? Is it six?"

    On hearing this, Grice sneered, "Sir burry Toury, you really should shave your face and see if you blush!"

    "What''s my blush? It won''t be my worst anyway!"

    Next Arthur reviewed several squares in turn.

    The score is either five or six. The only square that got four points is Andrew''s Fifth Square, because it is the slowest in "forward and out of the gun" and the team is not neat enough.

    Because there was no highest score, Arthur finally named Burley first.

    This time, he was so happy that he shook his beard and laughed.

    "It''s not fair, my Lord," said bank angrily. "The three of us are all six points. Why should he be the first? He can compete again!"

    "Bank, you can''t afford to lose, can you? It''s unfair for adults to order me first!"

    Looking at them, Arthur said in a deep voice, "it''s very simple, because burry Toury was the first to invite me to review his team! And you didn''t."

    Arthur stared at them and they were speechless. In terms of self-confidence, at first they were really not as good as the bearded rough man of burry.

    "Since you think it''s unfair, you don''t have to compare it tomorrow."

    "Compare! Must compare!" when Arthur said that he couldn''t compare, four points Andrew jumped out immediately, "Sir, I must compare tomorrow. I Andrew can''t lose to anyone, nor to this beard!"

    The others also said they would continue to compete, and even Burley also asked to convince several people to lose.

    Arthur agreed bitterly to the demands of the vassals.

    For the next two days, the camp was safe, the firewood needed was ready, and several vassals trained the serfs.

    Arthur was worried that the serfs could not bear the burden. He also specially formulated a work and rest schedule, stipulating that he should rest for 20 minutes every hour of training.

    Today is the third day. Under Thorne''s escort, Arthur climbed the tower again.

    Burry has won the first place twice in a row, and Grice won the first place yesterday, which greatly annoyed burry, who won the championship twice in a row, and vowed to regain his glory today.

    In the boring camp life, several vassals seemed to fall in love with such a competition, and each one was more energetic than Arthur.

    But today''s first point was given to Andrew.

    Andrew laughed when he got the first place.

    "Big beard, it''s nothing to run fast at first. The last one who can laugh is the winner!"

    At this moment, Andrew seemed to have washed away all the humiliation of the previous few days, and wanted to return all the ridicule of the guy in bury.

    Just as several people began to argue again, about to compare again tomorrow, a horn suddenly sounded from the lookout room at the mouth of the valley.

    "My Lord!"

    Several vassals and Thorne looked at Arthur together.

    "What a panic! The training these days is just for the moment like this. Everything goes according to the plan!"

    "Yes, my Lord."

    The vassals immediately went back to the whole team, and the knights were all small teams, holding long guns and standing between the squares.

    "Lord Arthur, hurry to the stone chamber. You''re not wearing armor."

    "No, those Warcraft can''t enter the canyon."

    Despite Thorne''s anxiety, Arthur paced the wall to observe.

    Although the serfs are still nervous, the team is neat and the situation is much better than a few days ago!

    "My Lord! My Lord!"

    While hundreds of people were waiting in silence, a slave in charge of lookout rushed from one side of the wall, running and shouting.

    Arthur glanced at the square on one side and was more satisfied when he saw that no one looked back.

    "Say loudly, what happened."

    Arthur already knew the situation outside the canyon, but he needed to tell the people through the mouth of the slave.