After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

With the tireless efforts of tens of thousands of people working day and night, the military camp outside Kuogu City gradually took shape.

The lush grasslands have disappeared, replaced by huge military camps built along the river.

At this moment, passing through the densely packed makeshift houses, on the solid black soil square in the center of the camp, Oswald, his hands covered in calluses, put down the hoe that had been with him for months.

He picked up the riding crop again, silently put his hands behind his back, and let his sharp, eagle-like gaze sweep over the soldiers who were undergoing group training.

The soldiers stood in perfect formation, which was no easy feat; it took Oswald half an hour to get them standing like that.

So he also punished them by making them stand at attention for an extra half hour under the scorching sun, otherwise they wouldn't get any food.

The elite troops had already been selected; those riding horses frolicking on the grassland a few kilometers away were the ones who had already gone.

The veterans were also selected, and those precious core members were divided into regiments by the Duke and placed at the forefront of the war.

As for these young boys who remained behind, the Duke seemed to have special expectations for them. Or rather, the Duke was finding various ways to nurture them.

However, standing at attention is really uncomfortable...

The young boys wore long faces; how excited they had been at the beginning now made them realize how foolish they had been.

When they first heard that they could complete the training simply by standing still, they were so happy they practically grinned from ear to ear. They thought they could stump us with that? But in less than ten minutes, they were begging for mercy.

Federico began to imagine himself as a tree, a method taught to him by an old witch who said that the world of fantasy possessed mysterious powers. He had also once used the illusion of being a stone to escape the knight's pursuit.

However, Federico managed to ease the soreness in his toes, as if no tree would sweat so much.

Look, the Duke has been standing there for so long, and he hasn't broken a sweat. He must be a master of fantasy; his tree doesn't sweat.

Ignoring the groans emanating from his surroundings, Federico began to distract himself with random thoughts.

As someone who had been personally conscripted by the Duke to serve in the army, he felt a strange sense of pride. While other lazybones were forced by the Duke to mine, he was the only one who earned the Duke's respect and was severely whipped three times.

What does this show? It shows that the Duke had a discerning eye.

He just can't figure out the deeper meaning behind those three lashes.

At first, the other soldiers mocked him, saying he was shameless. They said the Duke must have been too lazy to even stand it. The only reason he was drafted was because he was bigger.

But as the Duke's story about a monkey learning magic spread, everyone had to start paying attention to Federico again.

In the story, a monkey defied a great magician and was struck three times on the back of the head with a ruler. The monkey, being clever, realized this meant the magician was about to impart his ultimate magic, so he ran there in the middle of the night. And guess what? He actually learned extraordinary skills!

Now Federico had truly become a celebrity. The soldiers around him all wanted to help him figure out the mystery of the three whips, but none of them could grasp it.

Therefore, Federico is working harder than others in training, even using his signature illusion magic, all in an effort to attract the Duke's attention once again.

Oswald did notice him; with such a tall stature and such an unpleasant expression, it was hard not to notice him.

Given that everyone performed well the first time, and perhaps because they had eaten well and were physically fit when setting up the camp, Oswald canceled the extra half hour of training and instead restructured the organization.

The initial organizational structure of the three regiments was established, followed by the establishment of a four-level command structure: regiment-battalion-company-squad.

A regiment consists of 5,000 men, divided into three battalions. Each battalion has 1,500 men, and each battalion has three companies, each with over 400 men. These are the most basic combat units.

As for the platoons within the company, they are left to their own devices. Platoon leaders will not participate in command for the time being, but will mainly be responsible for military training. Those with great capabilities can lead one or two hundred people in a platoon, while those with less capability will only need seven or eight.

Federico was honored to become the squad leader of the first platoon of the first company of the first battalion of the second regiment. As soon as the order was given, more than forty people were willing to train with him.

Just kidding, this is someone even the Duke remembers by name, Fei Sanbian. Following him, your future is bright.

After lunch, there was no more training in the afternoon. Some people went to farm, while others built campsites. In the evening, it was free time. As long as they didn't leave the campsite, they could do whatever they wanted.

However, when it comes to taking a shower, everyone rushes to be the first to do so.

Because once it's ten o'clock, the Duke will definitely strike his broken gong, clanging all the way. Anyone who hears the gong and still isn't in bed is told to stand in the square until the appointed time is up before coming back.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the Duke would start blowing his whistle, and everyone had to line up neatly in the square within ten minutes to complete the assembly.

People who arrive late aren't even allowed to stand. Don't you like lying down? Yes, you'll lie on the ground. While others are eating or training, you have to lie down and you're not allowed to open your eyes even for a moment.

For the soldiers, lying down was more unbearable than standing as punishment; it was an indescribable shame. Under the Duke's guidance, they began to learn discipline and a sense of collective responsibility.

Discipline is the backbone of an army, and Oswald understood this better than anyone. On the battlefield, the more disciplined a unit is, the harder it is for the enemy to break it.

Oswald can't possibly turn them into that familiar army. Even if they want to learn a little, Oswald shouldn't even think about raiding his own property; he should first strip himself of his dukedom.

But we can still learn from armies like Yue Fei's and Qi Jiguang's. If the Northern Army could achieve half their fighting strength, Oswald would dare to pat his chest and boast that he was invincible.

In order to instill discipline into the soldiers' very being, Oswald only led them through the most basic training: standing, walking, and running.

Oswald's assessment of this was that they stood like a strong army, walked like a ragtag army, and ran like a bandit army.

Once they're in motion, no matter how well-planned it is, it's useless, because the whole scene becomes a chaotic mess.

There are always a few show-offs who like to break away from the group and run off; there are always a few who like to be abstract and kick others while running.

There was also a group where the class monitor was shouting slogans, but when they turned around, they found that a free-fighting competition was taking place behind them.

On the first day of running training, more than 300 people went into the infirmary, mostly because of fights, and a few unlucky guys had sprained their ankles.

In response, Oswald convened a meeting of all military officers overnight.

After considering everyone's opinions, Oswald decided to stop group training, divide up the training area, and let each squad leader organize their own training.

Once a squad can run in unison, they go to the company headquarters to train with them; once a company can run in unison, they go to the battalion headquarters to train, then the battalion headquarters goes to the regimental headquarters, and finally the regimental headquarters goes to the Duke.

The Duke will reward the group that completes the running training first with a three-day rest holiday and a lavish meal.

The moment those words were spoken, the expressions of the three regimental commanders present changed instantly, and their gazes toward each other became filled with blatant hostility.

Holidays and lavish meals are nothing to them; they're all superficial. What they care about now is how much weight the Duke holds in his heart.

Everyone here is a shrewd fox; they know all too well why the Duke stipulated that each regiment must have five thousand men. With such a fixed number, there must be even higher-ranking officers above them!

Red is impressive, isn't he? He defended the capital, made a name for himself, and now he's perfectly resolved the incident caused by the young lady. Calling him a leader in the military wouldn't be an exaggeration. But even with five thousand militiamen under his command, his current rank is merely that of a regimental commander!

And in the future, the one who will be able to command thousands of troops will probably be one of these regimental commanders... Who doesn't want to be at the pinnacle of power? Who doesn't want to be praised by bards with the line: "Once, ten thousand troops passed by in XX".

This military training is a small step, but it can be a giant leap for these regimental commanders!

This number one spot must belong to our team!

The three men made their decisions almost simultaneously, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit. So much so that when they left, the military commanders of each regiment, led by their respective regimental commanders, walked away in a very distinct manner.

Oswald remained in his spot, calmly sipping his tea, and thus began a war without gunpowder.

"Our Second Regiment must win! Train, everyone train hard! Not just in the morning, but also before bedtime!"

Kate, the commander of the Second Regiment, who hadn't slept all night, was so anxious he was practically bubbling with worry. Perhaps influenced by a certain duke, these high-ranking officers now preferred to wear high boots and carry a riding crop.

However, the Duke also warned that everything in the army should be based on discipline and regulations, and soldiers should not be beaten or scolded without permission.

So when Kate saw her subordinates in such a disorganized state, she was so anxious that she started whipping herself with her riding crop.

The soldiers stared in disbelief, while Federico hurriedly stopped Kate, repeatedly pleading, "Commander, Commander, don't do this, don't do this!"

Similar scenes have occurred at the training grounds of various regiments...

The regimental commander went mad, the battalion commander was anxious, the company commander was under immense pressure, the squad leader used every trick in the book, and the soldiers started yelling and screaming.

Crazy! Everyone's crazy! How can you reach the pinnacle of life if you're not crazy!

The entire training ground was filled with excitement, and the shouts of "One, two, one!" rose one after another, even causing farmers who were farming several kilometers away to look up and wonder, what's wrong with these kids? They shouldn't be making this noise even if they've taken the wrong medicine.

Luna, who was passing by the military camp on her way to deliver a letter and submit a government report to her brother, couldn't help but look solemn upon seeing this scene and sighed to the female soldier beside her.

"My elder brother is a master of military training; I am no match for him. I am truly inferior."