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

Chapter 82 The Real Army

It's every month!
Not every year!

Moreover, that was just military pay.

Because Lord Roman also provided for the guards' food and clothing!

Soldiers don't need to do any labor; they just need to complete their daily training, and they can bring their wages home and save them every month!

Instead of relying on free meals to survive like them.

Although the system of providing meals at work ensured their basic living standards, the long-term hardship made them very aware of the crisis.

Today, everyone in Sig Town knows of Lord Roman's kindness and generosity.

The guards' excellent treatment was enough to make most people in Sigge Town envious.

Now everyone is starting to get restless.

These people were not all locals; the able-bodied young slaves that Roman had purchased were also here.

Although their lowly status as slaves was diluted by their busy daily labor, their living conditions were the same as those of ordinary farmers.

But the mark of slavery was undoubtedly always etched on them.

Since their master wants to recruit guards.

And they are also within this scope.

All the slaves immediately realized...

This is their best chance to turn things around!
Therefore, their shouts were even louder than those of the local farmers!

"Master! Me! Me!"

"Choose me! Choose me!"

Seeing their emotions escalating, Roman gently raised his right palm.

That hand seemed to have pressed a switch, instantly silencing everyone's cries.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and they were panting heavily, like angry bulls.

As long as the person on the platform utters a single word, they can rub the ground twice with their hard hind hooves and then launch a desperate charge.

Months ago, they learned that the lord had been hunting in the mountains and had been attacked by a pack of wolves.

When their generous lord returned, he distributed 5 silver coins, 40 catties of meat, and nearly 100 catties of wheat to the families of each fallen guard!

This price is enough to buy their lives!

Even those who were seriously injured received generous compensation.

They died fighting for their lord!

This is a consensus reached by everyone.

Under their fervent gazes, Roman calmly said, "I only choose those who are most obedient. Can you obey my orders?"

"able!!"

Roman was met with a cacophony of responses, like the roar of the ocean.

Roman raised his right arm and said, “This is your right hand. When I say turn right, turn your bodies to the right, and then! Immediately! Stop! Any! Movement! Understand?”

He demonstrated the movements for them.

After hearing a clear answer.

Roman nodded slightly.

The next second, Roman shouted, "Everyone, turn right!"

Everyone turned around.

Then stop the action.

As a result, more than half of these five or six hundred young men were immediately eliminated—when they were face to face, these fools thought that Roman's right side was their right side.

Dick, Jet, Green, Aaron, and many guards immediately stepped forward and removed all those who had turned the wrong way.

Only two hundred people remained standing on the field.

Roman knew that most of them were just lucky, and it would be difficult for them to understand the instructions.

In theory, everyone here is qualified to receive training, but this would only paralyze the construction work in Sig Town.

He continued directing them to turn left, then right, and so on. At first, each turn eliminated a group of people; those who were a step behind were also pulled off the turn.

After repeating this several times, only those who could distinguish left from right were able to stand still—some of whom had temporarily learned to distinguish left from right within those few minutes.

Roman achieved the effect he wanted.

Fifty or sixty people remained standing in the same spot.

He nodded slightly to these people and said, "You've passed the test. We'll hire these people for now."

Poor physical condition can be compensated for through diet and training.

If you can't understand instructions, then there's no hope.

Roman knew that it would be difficult to get these idiots to distinguish left from right in a short time.

But today's events will undoubtedly leave a deep impression on them.

He will let Moore spread the word.

He will conduct another recruitment drive after some time.

These idiots will surely remember the difference between their left and right hands during this time!

When they confidently participate in the next assessment, they will find that Roman has changed to a more complicated test.

Of course, there are plenty of opportunities, and this is only the first recruitment, so a gradual approach was taken because we couldn't spare too many people.

Being able to distinguish left from right doesn't mean you're completely qualified.

In the upcoming training sessions, some participants will definitely be eliminated.

Although the guards were well-paid, not everyone enjoyed this privilege.

They will sweat several times more than those laborers.

Drill training, physical training, and formation training!
Roman stipulated that they must eat one pound of meat every day.

Eat even if you can't, eat until you drop! If you can't finish, then get out!

What kind of soldier can't even eat meat?
The mill provides unlimited bread and broth.

Their training environment is closed, with no worries about food or clothing. Their future equipment and weapons will be top-of-the-line; all they need to do is undergo rigorous training. No one can leave Instructor Jet's sight.

Unlike any noble or papal army, they were a purely professional army directly under the Romans.

They received monthly military pay, enjoyed full living benefits, and received generous pensions if they died in battle.

They must not be allowed to be tainted by any feudal traditions, bad habits, or rules.

All actions shall be carried out under command, and all spoils shall be turned over to the public.

They must not plunder, must not rape, must not be tyrannical, must not retreat, must not kill indiscriminately...

They may not be the most ferocious and brave, but they are certainly the most obedient, civilized, and disciplined army.

Roman's demands on his army were far too high.

These requirements are ingrained in the very marrow of every soldier through daily training.

Those who are unable to adapt, obey, or overcome their own weaknesses will either be forged in this great melting pot to remove all impurities, or they will be kicked out.

Roman will spend six months training this rudimentary, invincible professional army, laying a solid foundation for future wars.

Roman also wanted to provide them with cultural education.

They will be told—

Who are the lord's enemies, and who are the lord's friends?

Whom are they going to kill, and why are they going to kill him?

Whom are they protecting, and why are they protecting them?

Where did they come from, and where is their destination?

Roman knew perfectly well what the foundation of an invincible and unbreakable army was.

Only when a person knows what they are fighting for can the flame of their conviction be ignited.

That warrior will then become a true warrior, at which point he will unleash at least 150% of his fighting power.

(End of this chapter)