You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 175 Killing Technique
War can affect production, but once the war is over, these tasks must be resumed.

Farming is necessary.

Infrastructure needs to be built.

Training is necessary.

Nearly a hundred men died in this battle, a heavy loss that angered Roman, but there was nothing he could do.

Because the training time is short.

If soldiers are proficient in battle formations and work together seamlessly, casualties can be significantly reduced.

This is the origin of the saying that sweating more in peacetime means bleeding less in wartime.

But no time means no time to sweat.

Especially with over a thousand new recruits who only know basic drills, how could they possibly perform well on the battlefield?

It's commendable that they didn't back down.

Generally speaking, many soldiers die in their first battle.

Only those who survive can realize their potential.

Faced with this situation, Roman's answer was: find people to mine.

He is currently in dire need of ruby ​​and sapphire gems, in particular.

Blue gemstones can enhance professional skills.

Red gems can be exchanged for battlefield simulation tickets.

No combat experience?
Just throw it in and let it toughen up, and you'll get it.

If it doesn't work the first time, try a few more times and it will definitely work.

One simulation ticket can carry 12 apostles, while a low-quality ruby ​​can only be exchanged for three tickets, which is 36 simulation attempts for apostles.

Roman had previously used up all the rubies, which allowed for over three hundred simulations with the apostles.

A good knife is used on a steel blade.

He only brought along the Apostle Simulator with combat talent.

The effect was also very obvious.

It's like getting hit by a car once; once you have experience in dealing with it, you become prepared.

Practice makes perfect.

You get used to dying eventually.

Combat skills have also improved significantly.

Because events in the simulated battlefield will affect the apostles in the real world.

Roman observed that when a new recruit who was unfamiliar with combat was killed by an enemy at close range in a simulation, he would instinctively keep a certain distance from the enemy during real-life drills.

But when Roman summoned him for questioning, the recruit said he was somehow terrified of getting close.

Subconsciously, I knew the consequences of getting too close.

Roman didn't blame him; he thought it was a good thing.

Only those who know how to be afraid can live a long life.

Fear can trigger a person's survival instinct.

Those veterans with rich combat experience survived only because they were afraid of dying.

Those who charge headlong into battle without knowing when to advance or retreat often don't live long.

Those who are afraid of death will think about how to survive on the battlefield, and they will often only find one answer.

That is to kill the enemy and win the victory.

Therefore, many veterans will devote themselves to studying this profound subject.

Behind every seemingly insignificant combat technique lies the evidence of dozens or even hundreds of corpses. These techniques, passed down through generations, have become schools of thought, or what are known as killing techniques.

The Conqueror Knights system is just like that; from a young age, they learn how to quickly kill enemies.

Most untrained warriors in this era found it difficult to learn real skills and could only rely on their own trial and error.

This requires a suitable environment, observation skills, memory, and most importantly, talent and comprehension.

Moreover, it cannot be divorced from reality.

Otherwise, it could lead to embarrassing situations like sliding tackles.

A person's life and knowledge are ultimately limited, and the rate of trial and error is very low. Roman wanted his apostle to have an infinite life to try and make mistakes, and eventually become a battle-hardened veteran.

This requires the support of extraordinary resources.

Roman recalculated his strength. With the planting season over, a large workforce could be promptly allocated to various positions.

The main labor force was concentrated in livestock farms, the Ministry of Agriculture, and construction teams.

Needless to say, the former definitely requires a thousand people.

Half of the farm's workforce consists of women, who are responsible for herding, milking, and collecting eggs, while the men do the heavy physical work such as shoveling manure, cutting grass, and feeding the animals.

Needless to say, the farmland also needs to be looked after every day, even after spring planting is over.

Weeding and farming require at least 500 farmers; that's the bare minimum.

Roman also had them take time to sow pasture seeds so that they could harvest two crops this year, in the summer and autumn. Pasture is very important for livestock; otherwise, if they only rely on grazing, they would have to be fed for at least ten months before they could be sold.

Houses need to be built, and making bricks and tiles is hard work.

There are 300 people dedicated to construction. Now the construction team's technical capabilities and output have improved. They can build about ten brick houses every day, and the quality is getting better and better. The efficiency is quite remarkable.

In comparison, the woodworking workshops and blacksmith shops together only have about four hundred workers.

The main kitchen has a larger staff, a total of 500 people, because the daily food preparation pressure is too great.

In the end, he managed to squeeze out three hundred people to work in the mines, including the prisoners.

For a time, everyone's work tasks were packed to the brim.

The methods of labor were primitive, but the efficiency of labor was extremely high in this era.

Roman fully mobilized everyone's productive potential, just like a huge social machine starting to operate with steady but slow movements.

Roman deprived them of rest time, but he was never stingy when it came to food.

I can't say there's meat at every meal. But there's definitely meat every day.

This is the reward they received for their hard work.

……

On the conference table of Count Conde.

Those people sat there, their faces growing increasingly gloomy, like six rainy days gathered together, the air pressure extremely low, and the servants serving them dared not breathe heavily.

Geirand spoke first: "The situation is now obvious."

“That’s right, we’re back here again, as if we did nothing, only losing so many men for nothing.” Verichka was very unhappy.

“Because the enemy is not a rabble,” said Bald Carter.

Count Condé tapped the table and said, "This is something I've been emphasizing, but you don't take it seriously at all!"

The Earl was secretly pleased.

This statement was ignored by everyone.

They're like a powder keg, only paying attention to what they want to pay attention to.

Vericka was the first to speak: "If Lord Carter's warriors were more valiant, we might not be in such a bad situation, and we could be eating roast meat with salt right now."

"What did you say?!"

Vericka pointed out, "You said it! You kept saying 'My Warriors can take on two opponents at once'! But as soon as you got ashore, you were beaten to a pulp, and when things got tough, you were the first to run away."

"How many of Vericchka's troops have landed? You're all hiding in the back! You've all made my warriors bleed!"

Steve had to say, "Sir Carter, I think what you said is inappropriate."

The Geyland family also suffered bloodshed.

Sir Simon, who was truly hiding in the back, remained silent, watching the nobles shift blame and point fingers at each other.

He was taciturn and rarely spoke unless absolutely necessary, maintaining an extremely low profile.

Carter slammed his fist on the table, the sound echoing loudly. "The truth is, my warriors broke through the enemy lines with their lives! Your soldiers didn't cooperate; they were all flirting in the rear, turning a war into a farce!"

The Earl agreed, “Yes! That’s right, it’s child’s play! Sir Simon, whose army do you think suffered the fewest casualties?”

The Simon family anticipated that his actions would be noticed by certain people.

After all, those things can't be kept secret.

“My lord, I can see it. Your soldiers fought the bravest battles and suffered the most heavy casualties. With such sacrifices, the rewards they receive must be the highest. I swear!”

Sir Simon said.

“They just can’t beat those people. Your army is no good, and my army is no good either. We can all see that—especially that big guy who’s over two meters tall. He’s in our class.”

This was agreed upon by Frant, the veteran knight who had been calm and collected since his return. None of his troops had died, only a few had been hit by stray arrows.

But no one brought the fire upon the Berchtes family.

“The man is on horseback, and he is most likely a third-tier knight,” Frant said.

(End of this chapter)