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"Hehe, Augustus, you've become quite the smooth talker now. Alright, hurry up and lead the way. Let me see how your training is going." Leon said with a smile, and Augustus led the way.

Norris, watching the conversation between Leon and Augustus from behind, nodded almost imperceptibly.

In the army, constantly punishing soldiers will only breed resentment, and they might even become snipers on the battlefield. He had experienced this many times when he was in the border region, so he was even more looking forward to the journey ahead.

Not long after driving along the road, Norris heard a loud shout.

"One, two, three, four! One, two, three, four!"

"Leon, kid, what's this slogan?"

A flicker of excitement flashed in Norris's eyes as he listened to the resounding slogans.

"Oh, these are the slogans the factory security team shouts during training. I hope you won't laugh at me, senior."

"salute!"

Outside the base, the guards on duty stopped Leon and his group when they saw them arrive. They were slightly taken aback when they saw Leon, but still carried out the routine check according to regulations.

"Master, I have offended you greatly."

"It's alright, it's just following the rules. But don't let Gulav know."

After Lyon finished speaking, he led Norris toward the center of the training ground, where the training slogans were being shouted louder and louder.

In the distance, Gulav, who was leading the team in training, quickly noticed Lyon's arrival.

"Stand at attention! Alec, come out and lead the training. I'll go ask the family head."

"report!"

"explain."

"Instructor, is the patriarch referring to Lord Lyon?"

"That's right, the patriarch is talking about Leon von Bartofarth, who defeated your father, the Black Knight! Didn't you always say during training that the patriarch was able to defeat your father because of the mecha? Now that the patriarch has come all this way, should I ask him for you?"

Gulav smiled as he looked at Alek's figure, appearing very amiable.

"Reporting, Instructor, I was just joking!"

"Hehe. Alec, I'm not taking this as a joke. And everyone, do you want to see the strength of the family head?" Gulav asked loudly to the more than one hundred people in front of him after a playful smile.

"Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!"

The shouts came like waves, and a look of bitterness appeared on Alec's face. Although he liked to boast a bit during training, he was still a little apprehensive about actually competing against Lyon.

After all, it's a fact that Leon defeated his father, even with the advantage of the mecha; his own strength was formidable!

"Gulav, what are you talking about? Why are you making them so agitated?"

While Gulav and Alec were talking, Leon and his two companions quickly walked over. Norris blinked incredulously at the energetic former Duchy of Van Os soldiers before him.

"Lyon, are these all the prisoners of the Duchy of Van Os that you captured?"

"report!"

A soldier's voice came from within the formation.

"Speak!" Leon stopped Gulav, who was about to reprimand him, and looked at him.

"Reporting to the Chief Instructor, I would like to refute what that old general said! We are no longer prisoners of war, but official guards of the factory!"

"Hahaha! What's your name, kid?" Norris smiled as he looked at the boy who dared to retort.

"Report, my name is Dunbar Black Baron! I belong to the 4th Squad, 3rd Platoon, 2nd Company, 1st Battalion of the Factory Defense Force."

A powerful and resounding reply came through, and Norris's eyes immediately flashed with satisfaction.

"Leon, I want this guy!"

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Volume 2 School Life: Chapter 78 My sister isn't my biological sister, she's adopted!

"Report! I will not leave the patriarch's service!"

The young guard Dunbar was unmoved by Norris's offer of service, which came within a hair's breadth of becoming a general, his gaze unwavering in his loyalty to the factory.

“Hahaha. Dunbar Black Baron, right? You’re an interesting fellow. If I remember correctly, you were a commoner in the Duchy of Van Os, right? And you have a younger sister, don’t you?” Leon looked at the burly Dunbar with an undisguised smile on his face.

"Yes, Chief Instructor! But that girl isn't his biological sister. Hehe."

Dunbar answered somewhat embarrassedly, and soon the guards around him let out a 'whoosh' and a jeer. After all, in this world, younger sisters were not to be underestimated; they were usually taken as child brides, although a small number were genuinely adopted.

"Silence! Silence!"

"Everyone, get down and do a hundred push-ups! Dunbar, you do two hundred!"

Seeing the noisy guards in front of him, Gulav immediately shouted loudly, and then the entire company consciously lay down and began to count.

Norris stared at the scene before him with astonishment, his face filled with disbelief.

"Leon, how did you do that? They are soldiers, but how did you get them to obey so quickly, especially when there weren't any other soldiers around? Please tell me if you can! Thank you."

At this moment, Norris appeared humble, and the plea for guidance in his words was genuine. The qualities of an excellent officer were evident in him at this moment.

“Gulav, give that Dunbar guy a deputy company commander position. If it works out, he can be promoted to full commander later.” Leon reminded Gulav before turning to Norris and explaining the alternate world version of the Chinese military training. The robot company within it was naturally omitted.

After hearing about Leon's training methods, Norris looked at Leon with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.

"Are you even human? How did you manage to train like this? And how did you ensure that they could implement the command decentralization to the company level?"

"Well, the main purpose is to improve the military skills and ideological awareness of our guard members. If Senior Norris is interested, we can go for a visit tonight."

Lyon's gaze toward Norris gradually changed, resembling that of a predator looking at its prey.

"Ahem. Well, never mind." Norris coughed to decline Lyon's invitation, then turned to watch the guards' training exercises, nodding occasionally when his gaze fell upon them.

What exactly did Bartofalt call me over for? I won't get any guidance on the training program, and I'm even less likely to go to help the factory find clients.

"Master, there's something else I almost forgot to tell you. Alex from the company wants to have a match with you." Gulav looked at Alex, who had just finished his push-ups, and revealed his pearly white teeth.

Kid, are you ready?

“Alex? The Black Knight’s son?” Leon’s brows furrowed slightly as he looked over and saw Alex standing tall and staring straight ahead.

"Alex, step forward!"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing Leon's order, Alec paused slightly, then reluctantly agreed and walked over to Leon.

"Alex, I heard from Gulav that you're somewhat resentful that I defeated your father, isn't that right?"

"Reporting to the Chief Instructor, regarding this matter..."

"If you're a man, just say it out loud! I'm not going to shoot you!"

Gudong!

Alec glanced at Leon fearfully, his eyes filled with uncertainty. He wasn't afraid of being shot, but rather of Leon making things difficult for him! He didn't want to fight those robots again; even with protective gear, it still hurt a lot.

However, Alec eventually admitted it.

"Alex? You're the son of the Black Knight Bandle? I can't believe that guy would send his only son to the battlefield. That's ruthless." Norris nodded, looking at the tall Alex in front of him. "Leon, if it's a competition, then I'll participate too."

"captain!"

The guards behind Norris, seeing that he also wanted to participate in the contest, immediately stepped forward and reached out to stop him. After all, Norris was now fifty years old, and even with the nourishment of magic, his physical strength was no longer what it used to be.

"Get out of the way! Look at Lyon's men, they always report before they speak. The way you're rushing around is really embarrassing me."

Norris was annoyed when he saw the guard standing in front of him, and impatiently gestured for him to get down.

"Captain, what am I supposed to tell Madam if something happens to you during the competition?" The guard's face turned sour as he faced the stern Norris.

Leon narrowed his eyes slightly after looking at Norris and the soldiers who had stepped forward, then stepped forward to calm Norris down.

"Senior Norris, please don't be in such a hurry. We will definitely have a competition, but we still need to discuss the method. And who is this gentleman?"

"Lessie von Ban".

"Your Excellency, there's no need to worry. I will take care of Senior Norris's safety. Although our factory is relatively new and we lack both manpower and equipment, we can still guarantee to treat minor injuries within a day. Of course, fractures or the like will require a period of rest."

"Hmph! Lyon, stop dawdling. Hurry up and bring out the competition rules. Let your men and mine give it a try, and let them help you check your training results. I can't guarantee my soldiers will be as disciplined as your 'guards,' but they'll definitely be better at target practice and hand-to-hand combat!"

Norris glanced at the formations one after another, then narrowed his eyes slightly, his face revealing pride in his soldiers.

[It seems the people on Senior Norris's warship are all from his own territory. Hehe, that makes things much easier...]

"Report!" A disgruntled shout came from within the formation!

"Say!"

"Chief Instructor, I disagree!"

"Haha! Alright! Anyone else who disagrees, raise your hands! Let Senior Norris take a look. To avoid you saying I'm setting you up, let me introduce you first." Lyon looked at the guards who dared to speak up with a joyful smile on his face.

“Remember this: standing before you is Norris, a fifth-rank colonel who fought the Black Knight more than a decade ago and single-handedly held him off for an entire hour! Now I'll ask you one more time, are you still not convinced?”

"I'm not convinced! I'm not convinced! I'm not convinced!!!"×N

Seeing the repeated cries of "I'm not convinced!" coming from the company, Lyon's smile grew even brighter, and the surrounding training formations couldn't help but turn their heads to look over.

[Good, good. These guys have now undergone a mental transformation. With a little more effort, we can try to remove the cannons. Once we're ready to deploy them for battle, we can remove the robots.]

Lyon's purpose in transforming these former soldiers of the Duchy of Van Os was to create a rapidly scalable human army. Currently, each soldier is trained to at least the level of a platoon leader. Given time, this could expand into a modern army of tens of thousands, although its combat effectiveness would decrease.

"Gulav, sound the assembly call and bring the remaining fourteen companies over!"

"Yes, Master." After saying that, Gulav picked up the whistle hanging from his waist.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

As the assembly call sounded, the remaining fourteen companies, led by their company instructors, quickly arrived before Lyon and began to line up.

"Report, Company One is assembled!"

"Report, Fourth Company..."

……

The reports from one company instructor after another came through, and this scene made Norris look at Lyon in a different light.

This level of organization is comparable to the elite forces of the royal palace, coupled with his factory capable of producing airships and mechs. Could it be that Bartofart intends to...?

A terrifying thought crossed Norris's mind, and he involuntarily took a step back. After observing Leon for a while, he returned to normal.

That kind of thing won't happen. After all, Lyon is the kingdom's youngest, most loyal, and most powerful knight.

“…Each company will select one person from within their own ranks. They have five minutes.” After speaking to the assembled companies, Lyon turned his gaze to Norris.

"Senior Norris, is it alright for each side to send fifteen people for the match?"

"Fifteen people? That's fine with me. But what specific competition events should we choose? Do you have any recommendations, Lyon?"

As Norris spoke, he looked toward the newly built obstacle course in the distance, his eyes revealing undisguised curiosity and anticipation.

"The 400-meter steeplechase? Gulav, you haven't started your steeplechase training run yet today, have you?"

The plan is for the guards to begin their 400-meter obstacle course training today.

"A family head who doesn't have physical training is only halfway there."

"I see."

"So, Lyon, how about it? None of us have practiced this 400-meter steeplechase before, so it should be fine as a competition event, right?" Norris said with a confident smile.

The fact that both sides chose unfamiliar events for the competition is the best way to test soldiers' abilities, since routine target practice can be improved through training. As for sharpshooters, that depends on talent; ordinary people can't achieve that level no matter how many bullets they fire, unless they have some kind of cheat code.

"Sure. None of us have trained for the 400-meter steeplechase, so we can have Gulav and the others demonstrate it later. For the rest, we should be fine with regular target practice and hand-to-hand combat, right?"

"Sure, but I'd like to use the same batch of guns for target practice."

As a soldier, Norris knew that rifles produced in different factories had different levels of accuracy, and using rifles from the same batch could greatly reduce errors.

"Since Senior Norris has put it that way, then I won't stand on ceremony. We'll provide the rifles, and how about both sides fire five test shots before the competition?"

"can."

After Norris and Lyon finalized the rules of the match, they inquired about their most pressing concern: the referee throughout the game.