Chapter 85 Return

"Now, do you have anything else to say?"

Huck roared loudly, asking the young man in front of him.

Faced with such inquiries, the heads of the young people lowered even lower—in fact, ever since Huck held a bow with one arm, held an arrow in his mouth, pulled the bowstring, and looked fifty feet away. After shooting a ten-ring at the outer target, these young people have already been convinced.

Especially, after ten days of training, the slightest bit of dissatisfaction at the beginning has long since disappeared.

"Since you have nothing to say, it's time for me to say it now-remember, before you surpass me, what I say is your rules and guidelines...Any violations, dissatisfaction, but cannot surpass me I'll send her out of my place with my own hands... yes, it's her, because a man shouldn't be such a coward-so, I'll whip her hard and kick her out of my barracks !"

Huck looked around at the young man in front of him, and said word by word, with a serious expression on his face, no doubt telling everyone that his words were serious, without the slightest joke.

The solemn faces of all the young people showed that none of them took this as a joke.

Because, through ten days of close contact, they understood very well that their deputy head was definitely not a person who liked to joke during training.

Everything he said was true.

And anyone who takes it as a joke, just wait to suffer!

As for being whipped?

For these young people, they have endured a lot in the past few days, and they are almost getting used to it.

However, being called...'she', even kicked out of the barracks...

Such things are unacceptable to young people.

Absolutely cannot be driven away!

All young people think this way—things called 'honor' and 'dignity', started by Dean and then led by Huck, have already taken root in the hearts of these young people.

And it is this kind of 'honor' and 'dignity' that makes them start training harder.

Compared with the 'honor' and 'dignity' of nobles, such 'honor' and 'dignity' are undoubtedly more frank, true and easy to accept.

Scanning the expressions on the young people's faces, Huck nodded secretly in his heart—he was very clear that these young people in front of him were truly transforming into soldiers.

As for the previous militia title?

Although the young people with such titles were indeed members of the Fitzgerald Knights, in Huck's view, they were not soldiers in the true sense, but just a group of miscellaneous soldiers.

Perhaps, he has some fighting power, but that's only when facing sporadic robbers and bandits.

If it is a real battlefield, I am afraid that after a charge, it will be defeated.

Huck, who has experienced such a battlefield, is very clear about what kind of scene it is.

Therefore, he needs to train them as much as possible so that they have the real ability to protect themselves on the battlefield.

Of course, this is also Dean's order.

Facing this young captain who had saved him once, Huck did not dare to take it lightly—after all, when the other party left, he gave him some training methods for soldiers, even if Huck hadn’t experienced it in any real sense.

It can also be understood that such a method of training troops is definitely not available to ordinary people.

At least a big family that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

And the 'Knight's Ring' in the opponent's hand seemed to say everything.

‘Although I can inherit some things now, I need to wait until the glory of my ancestors is restored before I consider what I should inherit—after all, I don’t want to be a guy in vain! '

Undoubtedly, being able to say such words is enough to prove that his young leader is different from other nobles.

Those pretentious guys are not even worthy of a single finger of his regiment leader—in Huck's view, nobles who need the help of other people to fight in a duel cannot be regarded as nobles at all.

Cowards, cowards!

Such a title is almost the same!

call!

After taking a deep breath and shifting his attention from his captain to the young man in front of him, Huck's voice sounded again——

"Now, go back to the barracks, change into dry clothes, and have breakfast... After breakfast, run me another fifty laps with weight!"

Huck growled.

With Huck's roar, the young people quickly ran towards the barracks.

Of course, the ultimate goal of the young people is the dining hall.

However, it is obvious that under Dean's operation, young people who just experienced it once fell in love with this kind of sport; and after Huck took over the training, this kind of sport did not stop, and even intensified It got more intense; after all, Huck himself was in on it.

Moreover, Huck, who is strong and tall, is undoubtedly the most edible one.

However, young people have nothing against it.

Except that Huck abides by the 'canteen rules', what's more, Huck, who has another identity of 'the owner of the Snow Bear House', will try to add more to their three meals every day. The food—sometimes it's scalloped lamb, and sometimes it's fresh vegetables.

Under such a premise, the young people's attitude towards Huck is naturally more and more loving and respectful; after all, these foods are all paid for by Huck himself.

"These guys!"

After Huck was fully dressed, he looked at the messy dining hall—in fact, this was the hall of the Knights of Fetcheren. However, as a hall, it was far inferior to the dining hall.

As for the chaotic situation in front of him, Huck didn't hate it at all, and even liked it very much.

Because, it made him feel that he had returned to his youth once again.

At that time, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and every time he had a meal, he was always so impatient.

Of course, compared to the 'unrestrained' young people now, he had to restrain himself a lot at that time.

However, if Huck had a choice, he would prefer the 'unrestrained' at this time - watching the young man who kept silent to him during the training, who can punch him for a piece of meat at this time, haha Huck had a blast; it wasn't that Huck had any masochistic tendencies, of course.

Instead, he can also smash his fist in the opponent's face, and then, more or less, get punched, and then everyone shouts and chases those fisherman's profiteers.

Isn't that how a man's friendship is established?

The hot wine in the throat, the powerful fist that made oneself hurt, and then experienced the ice and snow together, and lived and died together.

Such feelings are like the jewels on the crown, bright and indestructible.

Inexplicably, the corners of Huck's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smile.

"Are you happy?"

The sudden voice from behind made Huck move forward quickly and turn around vigilantly—this is the instinct of a warrior.

Of course, the clenched fist shows Huck's nervousness.

After all, it would obviously not take much effort for someone who could stand behind him silently to kill him.

However, when he saw the figure behind him, Huck's clenched fist was loosened like this.

"Captain!"

After paying a military salute with his remaining left arm, Huck stood solemnly.

"In private, we should be friends, not superiors and subordinates... Well done, Huck!"

Dean looked at his deputy with a smile, and then pointed to the young people in the cafeteria, without hesitation in his praise.

In fact, Dean had returned to the station of the Knights of Feichalun as early as when the young people were training; however, looking at the young people who were training, he did not disturb, but carefully checked.

And this kind of inspection undoubtedly allowed Dean to obtain more information.

At least, the results of Huck's training exceeded Dean's expectations.

In about ten days, if it was him, he could only achieve this level, or even fall behind; but Huck did it.

Once again, Dean was thankful that he had drawn this veteran of the battlefield into his camp.

At the same time, Dean has more confidence in the next plan.

After all, at this moment, his soldiers looked like some soldiers, not the militiamen before—the former had their own aura, while the latter... were farmers and hunters in leather armor.

"Come with me, Huck!"

said Dean.

"Yes, Captain!"

Facing Dean's praise, Huck showed his own bold smile, and when Dean was about to issue another order, the deputy head was not sloppy at all.

Following behind Dean, he entered the chief's room at the Knights of Fechalen's residence.

Even though he hadn't returned for ten days, the whole room was still clean and dry, and it could be seen that there was a special person cleaning it - Dean expressed his gratitude for this.

Whether the other party is sincere or an order.

"Who cleans here?"

Dean asked.

"It was that boy March who took the initiative!"

Under Dean's gesture, Huck sat down and answered truthfully.

"It's him..."

The young man with an ordinary face, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, appeared in his mind, and Dean couldn't help smiling——Dean had a deeper impression of the person in charge of the auxiliary army; at least, The other party is careful enough.

"Huck, you take this before we officially start!"

Dean said and threw a money bag to Huck.

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