I'm not a lord

Chapter 68 Loyalty!

The first military camp of the White Bear Territory was located on the gravel road south of the stone mine.

This was originally a temporary overnight camp for serfs working on the road, designed to accommodate a thousand people.

With a little renovation, it can be used as a military camp.

This place is only five kilometers away from the White Bear Territory, which makes it very convenient to transport supplies. It is also located on a major traffic route, which can protect the future transportation of salt and asphalt, and even prevent possible unrest among the barbarians.

Fifty new recruits have been training here for a full week.

Although the troops were still a bit messy when they were organized into formations, at least the basic outline of an army had been formed.

The fifth, Andre, stood at the front of the formation, with a long sword on his waist and a pointer in hand, shouting, "Attention, salute the Baron!"

The fifty recruits immediately put their legs together and beat their chests with their right hands: "Loyalty! Sincerity!"

Lin En stood on the dirt platform, his eyes sweeping over Lao Wu and a group of new recruits below the stage, a smile on his face.

【Andre★★】

[Commander D-] [Strength D+] [Constitution D] [Intelligence E] [Internal Affairs E-] [Charm E]

[Loyalty: 100 (already accepted as a follower)]

[Training - Advantages when training soldiers]

[Trait 2: Angry—Gain an advantage in single combat, but slightly decreases intelligence]

Lin En sent Lao Wu to train the troops because he was naturally attracted by his training characteristics.

The results are indeed good. A group of illiterate people were trained to this level in just one week. The panel's evaluation is not wrong.

As for the slogan of 'loyalty', it was naturally requested by Lynn.

What is the most important thing for the military these days?
Loyalty, loyalty, and damn loyalty.

Lynn wants to build an army that is loyal to him.

This army is by no means aristocratic feudal knights, nor is it wandering mercenaries with poor military discipline. It is a purely professional army that belongs only to Lynn.

Of course, loyalty cannot be achieved by just shouting slogans.

To achieve this goal, he will give his soldiers the best treatment.

Not only must there be enough food, but there must also be a supply of meat every day.

The distribution of arable land and exemption from corvee labor were only the most basic benefits.

Linn would share future spoils with the soldiers, provide them with adequate wages, and even pay pensions to the dead and take care of their families.

All of this is to ensure their loyalty and fighting power.

Not only must they be loyal, but they must also be able to obey orders, maintain discipline, and understand commands.

In the future, Lynn will even provide cultural education to some veterans.

They will become the seeds of a new army that will grow into an indestructible and invincible force.

Of course, right now, they are just a group of serfs who can barely line up.

After half a year of training, they may be able to possess a certain level of combat capability by the end of the year.

"Now, I'll give you your first mission. Follow me to the salt mine and bring four hundred deserters back to White Bear Territory. You must protect their safety!"

Lynn led the squadron on its first expedition.

During this fifty-kilometer journey, they would learn how to march and set up camp, how to maintain basic formation during long marches, and how to respond to possible enemy attacks. Two bandit brothers temporarily served as scouts, blazing the trail ahead.

Two baggage wagons were in the front, transporting weapons, protective gear, food and other supplies, while fifty soldiers were marching in two neat rows.

Anyone who fell behind or broke the formation would immediately be punished by Andre.

As the road was clear, we marched a total of 35 kilometers on the first day.

In the evening, five team leaders were responsible for leading the soldiers to set up camp. Under Lynn's guidance, they learned how to dig trenches, make chevaux de frise and other defensive fortifications.

The fifth one, Andre, was the only literate person in the squadron, so he had to temporarily serve as the quartermaster and was responsible for cooking porridge.

After drinking the porridge, most of the soldiers immediately got into their sleeping bags to rest.

The furs of the animals hunted during road construction had long been made into marching sleeping bags by the leatherworkers in White Bear Town.

Under Lynn's command, five teams of soldiers took turns on night watch to develop the habit of guarding against night attacks.

Before dawn the next day, all the soldiers had to pack their bags and continue on their journey.

When they were about to arrive at the salt mine, Lynn ordered the soldiers to change their armor on the spot.

The carriage was equipped with twenty-five sets of helmets and mail armor, enough to arm half of the soldiers, and the rest had to make do with armored uniforms.

When everyone picked up their spears, the momentum suddenly rose, and at first glance, it really looked like an elite army.

Old Soward saw the army's amazing momentum and elite equipment from afar and felt that he had made the wisest choice.

What the White Bear Baron said was true; he indeed possessed the power to crush the lowland tribes.

Lin En, wearing chain mail, rode a white horse straight towards Old Thorward. He stopped his horse and glanced at the crowd of women and children behind Old Thorward.

Most of these women and children were thin and pale, and some of them could not even stand steadily, as if they would fall down at the slightest breeze.

"Your Excellency the Baron, as agreed, I have brought four hundred of my clansmen with me."

Old Thorward took a step forward and pulled out a timid little girl from behind him. He introduced her, "This is my daughter Mira. Please take care of her from now on."

Lin En looked closely and saw that the girl was wearing brown animal skin clothes and had dry blue hair that hung down to her waist. It was washed quite clean, but her snow-white face was full of fear and anxiety.

He simply reached out and pulled the girl in front of him.

"From now on, I will be your husband. You must be loyal to me and live with me. Do you understand?"

The little girl subconsciously curled up in Lin En's arms, not daring to look up. She only said in a mosquito-like voice, "I know. My father has already told me that I will be the Baron's wife from now on."

Even for the very precocious barbarians, getting married at the age of twelve is somewhat too early.

But Mira had no choice. For the sake of the tribe and her father, she could only accept this fickle and unpredictable fate.

Lin En didn't think too much about it, because he could see the fleas jumping in Mira's hair, and his fingers could feel her glass-like slenderness and fragility.

He stuffed Mira directly into the carriage, and then ordered the soldiers to set up camp on the spot and cook porridge to entertain the four hundred women and children of the barbarians.

These people were almost starving to death. If they didn't eat something, they would not be able to walk the dozens of kilometers back home.

When the aroma of hot rye porridge rose from the foot of the salt mountain, all the women and children in the wilderness could not help but swallow their saliva.

"From today on, you are my subjects. I will find you strong husbands and fathers, and provide you with food, clothing, and shelter. To this end, you must obey my orders. Anyone who disobeys my orders or steals food will end up being food for wild beasts!"

Lin En first declared his ownership of the group of barbarians. Then he called Lao Wu and instructed him, "Pay attention to the amount of food. Don't overeat them."

(End of this chapter)