Chapter 35 Takeover

Dean has quite an impression of the militia guards in front of him—of course, not now, but in the future!

This young man named Siron, born as a hunter, is just like the other militiamen who came to Fechalen from Tire Territory to serve, but this young man has considerable talent, whether it is in leadership or in swordsmanship. This is the case all over the world; once in the Blood Moon War, she radiated her own light.

However, unfortunately, this young man had just made his mark, and was killed in a wrong intelligence; the day before the sacrifice, this young man had just received baptism and became a true knight.

Of course, that mistake was naturally intentional by the original Molde.

The tax official, who had been killed by Dean at this time, absolutely did not allow any forces that did not belong to him to intervene in the Knights of Fitzgerald.

Although after the death of the other party and the thorough investigation of the Emerald Duke, the young man's deeds were publicized and he was recognized as a lord.

However, people have already died, so what's the use of recognizing them again?

But this time, it was different!

Dean looked at this young man with "knight aptitude", and he had already included the other party in his camp in his heart - Molde was dead, and the other party would definitely be more glorious than in history; regardless of the other party's personal The strength, or the ability to command troops, is what Dean needs now.

In fact, Dean now needs everything—whether it is talent or wealth.

For that less than a year of war!

A bloody war!

Of course, Dean would never say anything to the young man in front of him. For the sake of convenience, he still asked slowly and clearly, "Soldier, what's your name?"

"Si, Siron, Lord Knight!"

The young militiaman stammered his answer—obviously, it was a great honor for him to be asked his name by a nobleman, so that he was a little panicked.

"Very good! Siren, call all the soldiers now, I have something to announce!"

Dean nodded and ordered like this.

After the young militiamen and their companions glanced at each other, they immediately ran towards the barracks. After a while, the barracks' alarm bell appeared——

Clang, clang!

There is no melodious bell in the central square of the Emerald City. On the contrary, the bell of the military camp is more of a rush and piercing.

After a while, all the militiamen began to gather towards the square in front of the barracks. Of course, don't expect the so-called 'neat formation'.

Dean was already satisfied with being able to chop shoulder to shoulder and not messy in a cluster.

And this is not the credit of the former head of Fei Chalun, but the skills these young people inherited from their fathers-just a glance, Dean can be sure that this is a kind of alert queue when hunters enter the mountain .

Although it is not as good as the queue of the real knights, it is better than nothing, isn't it?

What's more, the real team of knights is not easy to use in this snowy Tyreland - here, the function of the horse is reduced to the minimum.

Except for a few special and innumerable places, even the former head of the Feichalun Knights needs to walk.

no real queue,

Naturally, there is no so-called counting.

However, Dean, who was standing on the stage, had already silently counted the entire Knights——

"A total of thirty-one people..."

Dean sighed secretly in his heart. It is obviously impossible to deal with a war with such a number of people; however, even if it is a full-staffed Fitzgerald Knights, so what?

According to the title and territory of Baron Tyre, the number of knights in a local order should be around a hundred.

But one hundred people, put into a battlefield with tens of thousands of people, can make a few splashes, unless all one hundred people are knight-level, it is possible to be a surprise soldier and reverse the entire war.

However, not to mention Tierling, even the Emerald Kingdom does not have such a team of hundreds of knights.

Although there was a legend in the past, it was just a legend.

People in the Emerald Kingdom have basically heard the legend of the "Empress-Elu", but probably only children believe it.

Moreover, as children grow up, such stories will be denied from the bottom of their hearts.

After all, it is impossible for hundreds of knights to "cross the sky". What's more, although the knights can jump higher than ordinary people, it is obviously a joke to want to "cross the sky".

From the bottom of his heart, Dean admired the "Empress" who turned the tide of the entire Emerald Kingdom, but he didn't believe in the legend of "crossing the sky" - as a former gold powerhouse, Dean knew very well that only when he set foot on At the gold level, human beings have the real power to break free from the earth.

And one hundred gold-ranked knights was obviously a joke.

Adding up all the gold-level powerhouses in Godez, I'm afraid it's not enough for this number!

"The quantity must be expanded!"

Dean thought this way in his heart, and then further revised his plan, but his face still showed the aristocratic temperament from the emerald capital.

Now that these militiamen have misunderstood, Dean doesn't mind letting their misunderstanding deepen. After all, this will be of great help to his next plan.

"Everyone, I have to announce that I have temporarily become your new regiment leader—of course, after Captain Potts returns, I will hand over the position of regiment leader to the other party; however, during this period, I am your new regiment leader." Commander! Therefore, you need to obey my orders, anyone who dares to disobey..."

Dean didn't finish his sentence, but all the militiamen present nodded their heads to show that they understood—although these young people didn't learn any other useful skills during their service in the Knights, they learned a lot about observing words and expressions ; At least, it is much better than a simple mountain person.

"very good!"

Seeing the militiamen nodding one after another, Dean nodded as if satisfied. He paced slowly on the platform—he said he lifted it up, but in fact it was just a bracket made of several planks. There was nothing wrong with standing on it. problem, but it is obviously impossible to walk as if walking on the parade stand.

Therefore, Dean walked back and forth several times in just a few steps, and stopped such useless actions.

However, in the eyes of the militiamen in the audience, this is not the case. They have only seen that kind of elegant but majestic behavior in their own lord, the baron; To be convincing - several of the younger militiamen added inwardly.

Therefore, when Dean took out a temporary appointment letter "written" by Potts at the moment, none of the militiamen raised any objections.

Contrary to Dean's expectations, the supreme leader of the entire knight order became him.

In this regard, Dean once again despised Potts' arbitrary behavior, except for those attendants, no one was close to him.

"If it wasn't for the excessive force, I'm afraid he would have been slaughtered long ago!"

Dean thought this way, and then put away the letter of appointment that Potts 'written' - this is of course false, but it is true, the next step will come.

"Siron, Siren!"

Dean stood at the front of the queue and shouted.

"Here, here, here I am, Lord Knight!"

The young militiaman squeezed out from behind the crowd and stood in front of Dean.

"Where is Captain Potts' room? Take me there! Remember, call me Captain from now on!"

Dean said this, and the young militiamen immediately led the way. However, Dean didn't really enter Potts' room. He just stood at the door and glanced at it before returning to the front of the queue again.

"Now, you want me to report your names and positions! Siren, start with you!"

After Dean looked around at the young people present, he turned his attention to Siren again.

"Yes, riding... Captain—Siron, captain!"

The young militiaman was the first to speak.

"Ike, Captain!"

Another young militiaman also stood up.

"Chad, infantry!"

"Mach, auxiliary soldiers!"

...

The militiamen in front of them reported their names and positions one by one, while Dean memorized quickly. When the last voice fell, he had already written down the simple information of the thirty-one people in front of him—this was not too much. Overcoming difficult things, acting as a killer, assassin, and excellent memory are only one of the foundations.

"Siron, are you on duty today?"

Dean asked.

"Yes, Captain!"

The young militia captain nodded, but the next moment, he became a little panicked, because, in front of him, his new head frowned, and the expression on his face seemed to be dissatisfied—— For this young aristocrat who was so powerful that Captain Potts was willing to provoke, but could only be put aside from a distance, Siren was quite afraid in his heart.

After all, they all saw Ruidell's miserable appearance that day.

'Aristocrats are the most moody people! '

What's more, with such Tire's famous words in front, Siren dared not be careless even more.

And just when Siren was about to be overwhelmed by inexplicable fear, Dean spoke again——

"What's the matter with your clothes? Cotton clothes? Why don't you wear cotton clothes!"

Dean asked as if puzzled.

Immediately, Siren was taken aback, and so were the militiamen behind him.

After a long time, Siren said expectantly: "Captain Potts said that this is a history for young people..."

"fart!"

Dean interrupted the other party directly.

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