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The training ground was simply a patch of grass surrounded by stones, wooden stakes, and straw dummies.
"One, two, three, four! One! Two! Three! Four!"
As John approached the vast training area, the deafening shouts echoed like crashing waves, rushing towards him and quickly filling his ears.
Drawing nearer, he saw over three hundred Serfs energetically sprinting across the lush green field, each one drenched in sweat. Surrounding this large group were a dozen soldiers who had followed John for a long time, standing sternly with long whips in hand, taking on the role of strict instructors.
"Get moving, you lot! If anyone dares to stop, I'll whip you into next week!"
A burly instructor bellowed fiercely. If he spotted anyone lagging behind or daring to take a break, his whip would come down mercilessly, leaving a bright red mark on their skin. Even if the formation appeared slightly uneven, it would not escape a harsh beating. The entire training scene was exceptionally strict, proceeding in an orderly manner reminiscent of the brutal training methods John had employed at Garon Pass.
John was not worried about a rebellion among the trainees; on one hand, it was due to the tradition of enslavement in this world, and on the other hand, it was simply his nature.
As a noble lord: being part of the aristocracy meant that he was of a higher class in this world. Faced with those of lower status, he naturally exuded an oppressive force that made his subjects dare not defy him; he could oppress them at will.
At that moment, a Master standing on a high platform made of sturdy logs closely observed the training below. Spotting John's figure from afar, he hurriedly descended from the platform and approached John with utmost respect, bowing deeply in greeting.
"My lord, you have arrived! The Serfs are currently training diligently and orderly. The expected number is present; no one is absent."
The Master reported to John.
"Good," John replied with a slight nod of satisfaction. He then placed his hands behind his back and slowly ascended the platform. He casually pulled over a chair and sat down, scanning the hard-working Serfs before turning to the Master beside him.
"Master, tell me what drills you have been conducting with these Serfs recently."
"My lord," the Master began after a brief pause, "according to the training plan you provided earlier, I have been leading these Serfs in drills focused on formation and marching. However, we have yet to implement any training regarding Wu Lan equipment."
He continued after another brief pause. "One reason is that their training progress has not yet reached the stage where Wu Lan can be issued; another key factor is our insufficient stock of Wu Lan equipment. Even accounting for replacing soldiers with spears, we still have a shortfall of up to one hundred pieces."
The veteran squad equipped with sturdy studded armor each wielded five sharp short spears as backup weapons. Their primary weapon during regular combat consisted of a One-Handed Sword paired with a solid shield; as for spears, they were naturally phased out.
John stood silently beside him, ignoring what the Master had said as his gaze remained fixed on the training ground below. Suddenly, he shouted an order.
"Stand still!"
At this command from the platform above, those Serfs who had developed muscle memory through repeated training reacted almost instantly. They quickly halted their steps and began to automatically adjust their formation, striving for perfect alignment.
Seeing this scene, a satisfied smile spread across John's face as he cast an approving glance at his Master beside him.
In just four short days, he had managed to train these Serfs quite well. It was impressive enough to consider giving them Wu Lan training. He wasn't worried about the gaps; Kevin Qi had already taken care of that, and there was no need to worry about the wooden ceiling for now.
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