What kind of expression does Nalante have?

Of course I laughed happily!

When he saw nearly two hundred people standing there from afar, he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Fortunately, he endured it and then stopped laughing.

It is actually a painful thing to hold back laughing, more painful than enduring pain, so Narant's expression at this moment is indescribable.

"Narante, are you okay?" Boris also saw the situation opposite him. He didn't feel anything. He was not ready to compare with Quint.

But when he looked at Narant, he happened to see Narant's slightly distorted expression and immediately spoke up worriedly.

"Actually, you don't have to care about these things. After all, he is the second son of the Count. Although he is an illegitimate son, his background is much deeper than that of the little nobles like us. Now that you have sugar, you will never lose to him after four or five years!"

Boris naturally regarded Narant's expression as a frustration and comforted him sympathetically.

"Huh!" Narant took a deep breath and nodded, "Boris, you're right, I'm too anxious!"

"Haha, Nalante, you can see it. You are only sixteen years old. I am still lingering in Tulip City all day long at your age!" Boris finally felt relieved when he saw that he had recovered.

"Haha! Boris! Actually, I want to linger in Tulip City like you, but I don't have the strength yet!" Narant smiled, "Let's go, let's take a look at Quint, I didn't expect that he brought so many people here!"

As he said that, Narant took Boris toward the buffer belt.

"Haha, Sir Narant, yesterday you told me that you were going to do an exercise with Boris here. I specially brought some subordinates to watch it. I hope I can get some experience from your exercise. You won't mind?"

When Quint saw Narant and Boris coming to the buffer belt, he naturally would not miss this opportunity to ridicule.

"Baron Qunte, I naturally wouldn't mind, but, with so many guards, you, a baron, must be unable to afford it! You should have been seconded from the Black Iron Earl!" Narant had a stinky face and spoke softly and made a weak rebuttal.

"Haha! Sir Narant, you don't have to care about this! You should start the exercise quickly, otherwise it will be dark later."

It was already late when Narant and others set out, but it took more than an hour to get there, and it was already evening.

"Then Baron Gunte, just watch it carefully. Sometimes the number may not be useful, it depends on the combat effectiveness of the guards!"

"Ha ha!"

The more Narant said this, the more Gunte felt that Narant was angry at this time. Instead of answering Narant's words, he laughed happily. The fat on his body folded and rolled like waves with the laughter.

"Smile! Laugh hard! The happier you laugh now, the sad you will cry at night!" Narant stopped staying, muttered silently in his heart, and returned to the edge of the territory with Boris.

"Boris, I have a request I hope you can agree!" Back at the edge of the territory, Nalant spoke to Boris.

"Narante, you said!"

"I hope that during the drill this afternoon, your guards will be left to my command!" Nalant said.

"There is no problem with this, Narant!" Boris had no objection. Instead, he was happy and relaxed. Now the summer is hot, and he stayed in the open space in armor to command the guards, just like he was stuffed in an iron can.

"Then let's just say that!"

Next, Narant was not polite, and when Boris hid under the shade of the trees beside him to enjoy the cool air, he began to command.

In order to avoid consuming too much strength from the soldiers, Nalant ordered the guards to temporarily take off heavy equipment such as leather armor and helmets.

"Now, everyone lined up!"

When the guards put their leather armored helmets, Narant began to give orders again.

Although Boris's guards did not undergo strict line-up training, they still knew how to stand side by side and immediately lined up after hearing the order.

Of course, when compared with the twenty people including Quak, the difference is still very obvious.

Now that he took off his leather armor and other equipment, the guards are now in a linen shirt. Narant's guards still look full of energy, while Boris's guards are like ordinary villagers, standing crookedly and appear a little messy.

"It seems that when I go back this time, I will ask Narant to teach me how to train the guards to line up!" Boris, who was hiding under the shade of the tree, had a red face when he saw this scene. After all, there was harm only with contrast.

Narant didn't know Boris's idea. After the guards stood in line, he shouted: "Now everyone listened to my orders. When I said to run, you should follow this flag to rush towards the buffer belt ahead. Remember, don't be in a mess, don't fall behind, don't squeeze and shovate!"

"Now, everyone follows me...run!"

As he said that, Narant carried a flag without any sign, but simply cut it out of red cloth and began to run.

Although I don't know what Nalante's intention was, the guards began to run honestly after hearing the orders.

However, it is naturally impossible for Boris's guards to do it without being confused, except for Narant's subordinates.

After running for more than ten meters, the formation of the team became chaotic.

"Oh! Fely, you idiot, look at me, don't step on my feet! The weather is so hot, why are you running so fast?"

"Didn't you see that Sir Narant's flag has gone far? Let's not fall behind!"

"It's just a mile away if you can fall behind in broad daylight!"

For a moment, Boris's guards seemed to have become a mob, pushing and shoving while running, talking and laughing.

"Okay, now re-queuing!"

Narant saw the status of Boris and other guards, but he didn't say anything. He just stopped in the center of the buffer zone, and once again made the chaotic guard team arranged neatly.

Upon hearing this, the guards could only arrange them again.

"Very good, now, as I asked before, everyone followed me back to my original position, remember to keep the formation and not crowded and shoved."

As he said that, Narant started running again, and the guards followed again.

This second run was the same as before, and the guards were still in chaos.

When he arrived at the departure point, Nalante still said nothing, but just repeated the previous order.

"run!"

The guards started running again.

"What is Narant doing?"

Boris was a little puzzled, what about the exercise he had agreed to?

Shouldn't it be the same as in the morning?

Just like this, I ran around with a group of subordinates in a noisy way, and I couldn't develop any combat power.

"It's ridiculous. Just a second son of a waste, he has no ability, and he actually wants to show off his power in front of me!"

When Qunte saw this scene, he laughed out loud. He knew that Narant was deliberately doing exercises on this marginal area to show his power.

So, it doesn’t matter whether he or she does not perform or not. It is very likely that Narant did not prepare the exercise content at the beginning. After all, he, a waste second son, could understand any war strategy.

Now that the number of people is superior, he is directly pressed to the ground to rub. He should have no choice but to pretend to behave and run in line with the guards, pretending to be a nobleman who knows how to lead troops to fight.

"I see when you can pretend!" Kunte was not in a hurry. He had been suppressing for a long time these days and finally made a good move. He sat under the shade of the tree while eating the fruit handed by the servant while watching Narant's "bad performance".
Chapter completed!