Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

The barracks are nestled on a gentle slope on the west side of the town. Dark green moss climbs the gray-black stone walls, and the oak beams on the roof have been stained dark brown by years of smoke. From a distance, it looks like an iron beast lying on the ground, exuding the weight of years.

The camp was divided into training grounds, armory and soldiers' barracks by a stone railing about half a person's height.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, but a large number of figures had already gathered under the stone wall outside the training ground. They were all newly selected recruits, young men of the appropriate age from the Free People's Village.

Some people wore patched coarse cloth clothes, their trouser legs covered in mud; some carried a worn-out short knife, the only "weapon" in their home; and some were empty-handed, carrying only a piece of black bread, their eyes filled with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation.

There are a total of one hundred people, plus ten veterans in charge of instruction and a captain of the hundred-man squad, so there are now one hundred and eleven people in the camp.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Luo Kunlun and his men will now serve under that centurion and be stationed near Gray Rock Town.

"Listen up, all of you! You are soldiers of the Viscount, you eat the Viscount's food, you wear the Viscount's clothes, so you must follow the rules and train hard!"

"You have to be able to endure four or five hours of training every day, stand guard at night, even in the dead of winter, and follow the captain to suppress bandits and fight battles, even if you lose an arm or a leg or even die!"

"Ask if you can or can't. If you can, shout it out. If you can't, get the hell out of here!"

The veteran giving the speech was named Gray, the blacksmith's son. He was exceptionally strong, standing at 1.85 meters tall, towering over everyone else.

According to the scan, Luo Kunlun obtained his physical fitness data, which was a whopping 1.8!

There was no factor of breathing techniques involved, because he was an ordinary person; his physical abilities were a combination of natural talent and training.

In the ancient times of the previous two eras, such a person would definitely be a fierce general on the battlefield.

But in this world, he was just a veteran, albeit an excellent one, the centurion's right-hand man.

Because the centurion is the son of a knight, he knows breathing techniques and his physical abilities are definitely superior to Gray's.

The physical fitness of a modern healthy adult male is 1. Physical fitness includes strength, speed, impact resistance, explosive power, endurance, etc.

The physical fitness of ancient warriors was around 1.8 to 2.5, with 2.5 being almost the peak under normal circumstances. Warriors with such physical fitness could easily lift a tripod.

The physical limit of a normal human being is 3.

That was a world record holder who, under the influence of modern scientific training, nutrition, and specialized specialization, reached the physiological limit of a single ability.

Ancient warriors were all-rounders in the era of cold weapons, with no weaknesses in any aspect, or rather, little difference in skill level.

Modern world record holders are less versatile, but they surpass ancient heroes who have made their mark on history in individual events.

But the knights of this world can break limits, and not just in one area.

Strength, resilience, endurance, speed, and combat effectiveness have all exceeded their limits, reaching a value of 4.

However, his reaction speed doesn't seem to be much faster than that of an average person, which is where Luo Kunlun has an absolute advantage.

With his nanomachines, his reaction speed is very fast; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to kill two people instantly.

Specifically, this means being able to quickly catch accidentally dropped items, such as a cup slipping from one's hand, completing the action of raising one's hand to catch it within 0.2 to 0.3 seconds.

This is just the norm; nanomachines also have a combat support function.

Specifically, it can capture and evade high-speed attacks at close range (5 to 10 meters).

If faced with an ordinary person wielding a weapon and slashing (the blade moves at a speed of about 10 to 15 m/s), it can complete the entire process of "scanning muscle contraction → transmitting prediction signals → brain decision → muscle execution evasion" within 0.05 to 0.08 seconds.

It can also deal with medium-speed ballistics, such as pistol bullets flying at close range with an initial velocity of about 300 to 400 m/s. If the trigger pull action is detected within 10 meters, evasive action can be initiated 0.1 to 0.12 seconds in advance, such as by turning to the side or crouching.

Of course, the combat function is very taxing, at least for Lokunlun himself.

This reaction speed is beyond the capabilities of natural organisms; it is essentially the limit of a complex reaction involving biological carriers and mechanical assistance.

However, even under normal circumstances, their reaction speed is astonishing.

............

Upon hearing Gray's reprimand, the crowd fell silent, and no one retreated.

"able!"

One hundred boys shouted in unison, their voices loud and firm.

This is the effect Gray wanted.

Isn't the purpose of joining the army to earn food and pay?

He knew very well that honor, loyalty, and mission were all empty words. He was a soldier who risked his life just to have enough to eat; everything else was secondary.

How can you expect people to work themselves to the bone if you only talk about ideals without providing compensation?

After that, Gray didn't say anything, but just waved for two veterans to come forward and begin the "screening".

It's not just about strength; it's also about whether they can obey.

Young people are highly malleable, less scheming, and more obedient, but it's hard to guarantee that there aren't troublemakers among them.

The veterans had the new recruits line up and run from the stone wall to the target platform on the training ground, and then run back.

Some people ran so fast that they fell into the mud. The veterans didn't care, they just shouted, "Get up! If you can't even get up after falling, how will you fight in the future?"

The boy, whose knee was bleeding from the fall, gritted his teeth, got up, and kept running. Mud and blood smeared his trousers, but he didn't dare to utter a sound.

After seven or eight men who couldn't run and whose eyes were darting away were left behind, the remaining recruits were taken into the barracks and first went to the small wooden hut next to the armory.

An old tailor carried out rough cloth clothes and leather-trimmed armor and distributed them to them.

The clothes were uniform gray cloth shirts with patches sewn on the collar and cuffs; the leather armor was old, with wear marks on the surface and dried bloodstains on some edges.

"These are your gear," the old tailor said, his hands rough but his movements swift as he handed over the clothes. "Make sure to clean the leather armor thoroughly after each day's training. If you lose it or it gets damaged, you'll have to figure out how to fix it yourselves!"

After getting dressed, the recruits were led to the center of the training ground, facing the lord's coat of arms.

Gray stood before them. "Now, repeat after me," his voice deepened, "I swear to the Lord of Ashenvale that I will serve faithfully, obey orders, and guard the land until my death."

The new recruits followed along, their voices rising and falling, some of them stumbling over their words. After all, apart from nobles, few people could read and write, and even commoners rarely knew how to write their own names.

After the oath-taking ceremony, Gray divided the new recruits into several groups, each led by a veteran, to see their quarters, which were rows of barracks that didn't look very impressive.

The barracks where Luo Kunlun was stationed were all infantry; if one were a cavalryman, the treatment would be much better.

However, cavalrymen are very expensive to build.

Ashenvale certainly trains cavalry, but it's impossible for them to select people from the commoners for training; the cavalry personnel would only be the lord's confidants.

The infantry barracks are 5 meters long and 4 meters wide, and can house 4 people.

Sleeping on a shared platform was a 1.5-meter-wide wooden plank covered with straw, with four people sleeping on either side.

There is only one shared wooden cabinet next to the berth, used to store personal clothes and food, with no private space.

"You'll be living here from now on." The veteran who led Luo Kunlun and his group was a scarred man named Jack.

"Every day at dawn, the bugle sounds to wake you up. If you're even a fraction late, you'll have to run ten laps around the training ground. After roll call in the evening, you must polish your weapons and leather armor. If you dare to slack off, I'll teach you a lesson with the whip!"

"Sir, whose blood is this?"

A boy named Will asked in a low voice.

Jack heard this and sneered, "You'll find out later."

Time slipped away quietly, and before we knew it, the sun was setting.

The new recruits ate their first meal in the barracks: a large bowl of pea soup with small pieces of salted meat and a piece of black bread.

The soup was thick, and the salted meat was a bit salty, but the young people ate it with relish; it was much better than what they used to eat in the fields.

The other recruits chatted, some excitedly, some nervously.

Luo Kunlun, on the other hand, buried himself in his food and ate it all up.

With such abundant food, my physical strength will definitely increase rapidly.

As for communicating with other people, Luo Kunlun is not interested in it.

His purpose in joining the army was for food and to become stronger; everything else had to take a backseat to becoming stronger!

"But where is the centurion?" Luo Kunlun pondered as he sipped his soup.