Ten days later, Art led a dozen strong men in black burqas and cloaks and swaggered all the way to the city of Tyniec from the south.

In the Tyniec Municipal Hall, Viscount Pierre stood by the window of the official room and looked at the patrol soldiers in black robes and capes neatly arranged in the small square downstairs. He turned to Art who was sitting on the wooden bench and said:

"Man, you are more powerful than I thought. You really managed to organize this patrol team in one winter. Well, it seems to be more powerful than the sergeants of the city's security team."

Art twisted his sitting position and said to Viscount Pierre: "Sir, these are my carefully selected patrol soldiers. They all have the courage to kill thieves and suppress bandits."

Viscount Pierre glanced at Art and Ron, who was standing upright behind Art, and said: "Well, go to the clerk's office as soon as possible to register the patrol soldiers. I will write a letter to the patrol team.

Report the completion of the formation to the Minister of Palace Security.

In addition, winter is about to end, and Provence and Lombardy in the south are still fighting fiercely on the central front. Verno, the fortress on the eastern front, was recaptured by Duke Vladis just last month, but was captured by Lombardy at the beginning of this month. Now

The war in the east has begun to spread to the north again. The refugee pressure we face will be greater, and the southern region of Tyniec will be even more chaotic. So you have to do your part and lead your patrol team to maintain the security of the southern border area.

Public security is stable.”

Art nodded in agreement, and then politely made a request for money and food, "Sir, there are more than a dozen mouths in the patrol team waiting for food supply. Look~"

Viscount Pierre sat back in his chair and knocked on the table with his right hand to interrupt Art's words, "Okay, I don't want to hear you cry about poverty and I won't nag you. You didn't let me down, so I'll give you another five dollars."

One hundred pounds of grain and twelve hundred pfennig pay, plus three military tents."

Art was overjoyed, and just as he was about to express his gratitude, Viscount Pierre continued: "Don't be too happy, my money and food will not be given away in vain! I want you to do something."

"Please tell me." Art straightened his posture.

"Last autumn, Alsburg on the southeastern border was captured by a group of bandits from the Boze Mountains. If it hadn't been for the capture of a thief who escaped from Alsburg in Tyniec last month, I wouldn't have known that there would be anyone there.

That bastard Antayas dared to hide this kind of thing from me, this serious crime of land loss. But now I can't send troops to retake Alsburg with great fanfare, otherwise the palace and the Marquis will know about it.

So I need you to help Antayas clean up the mess on my behalf..."

............

When coming out of Viscount Pierre's office, Ron expressed his confusion about Viscount Pierre's behavior, "Sir, since Lord Pierre already knew that Alsburg was captured by bandits, why didn't he send troops himself?

Go on a expedition or directly order Baron Antayas to recruit soldiers to recover? Why do you have to pay us to quietly assist Baron Antayas? Is this how you can hide it from the palace?"??

Art put his hands on the cowhide belt around his waist and answered as he walked out of the lord's hall: "Master Pierre is a human spirit. Since Baron Antayas has not officially reported the incident in Alsburg, he will not take the initiative to ask.

Yes, once the palace and the Marquis are blamed in the future, he can still shirk the excuse that Baron Antayas concealed it from him and he did not know about it.

Even if he would be implicated in the crime of losing land, it would be much better than knowing the truth and ignoring it. Moreover, he could not control Alsburg now. Alsburg was only his nominal jurisdiction, and the safety of the city of Tyniec was his most important concern.

That’s why he let me bribe me to secretly help recover Als.”

"As for giving us so much food and salary, he killed two birds with one stone. The more money and food we take from him, the more we have to sacrifice his life for him, and he will definitely report back to the court and Bishop Olof Hannis.

He gave the patrol officer great support free of charge under extremely difficult circumstances~”

"How cunning, these aristocratic men's intestines are more twisted than women's looms..." Ron couldn't help but cursed a few times.

"Okay Ron, at least we have received benefits. As for helping Antayas regain Als, that is what we originally planned to do. We can also get some food and salary from Lord Pierre for this matter, which is a profit.

.”

"Master Pierre asked us to go to Fort Andermatt before the spring plowing ends. I requested to be stationed in Tyniec for half a month on the grounds that the newly recruited patrol soldiers need further training. During this half month, our food supply will be provided by Tyniec."

Niets is in charge, you go and store the food supplies we bring and those allocated by the county into the warehouse, and then notify Odo to arrange food and accommodation."

Ron took the order and left...

.............

In the open space of the military camp square in the city of Tyniec, a few candles were lit in a military tent that could accommodate three people. Art was sitting on the carpet at the top of the tent. Odo, Ron, and Bas

, Kazak and the four others sat at the bottom.

"Are the soldiers ready?" Art asked.

Ron replied: "My lord, except for the sentry on duty, everyone else has gone to sleep."

"Well, I called you here tonight to hold this military meeting because I have to go to the clerk's office tomorrow to register. Once the registration is completed, our patrol team will be officially established.

I plan to report you guys as officers. Now the palace will not care about you so-called "officers", and you will not get any benefits from the palace because of this false title. After all, even I, the patrol officer, only have a temporary position.

But if the palace can give you some rewards in the future, you, as recorded "officers", might also be able to benefit from it."

"You are the first people to follow me. Last winter alone we had two brushes with death. The patrol team will be established soon. From now on, we must always be prepared to fight with bandits, bandits and bandits.

Try your best, your heads are on the tip of the spear just like mine."

Art paused and continued: "If you work with your head up, you should get rewards worthy of your life. When I become stronger in the future, I will naturally not treat you badly. But now we are small and weak, so I can only let you

You will have enough to eat and drink, and you will receive your monthly salary on time."

The Odo people listened quietly, knowing that Art was going to tentatively set their salary for everyone.

"Now let me talk about my temporary arrangements for the formation of soldiers of the patrol team: the patrol team is temporarily organized into three levels: combat group, squad and team.

There are three people in a combat group, two combat groups form one team, and two teams form one team. I am the captain. Now I do not appoint team leaders and team leaders. There are fourteen people in the team except me, Odo, and Ba

Si, Kazak, you three each pick three recruits and divide them into three groups for training. Otto is the first group, Bas is the second group, and Kazak is the third group. Pick the remaining recruit to be my recruit for the time being.

Ron is responsible for leading the training of the guards.

After half a month, the four groups of soldiers will compete, and I will appoint you four based on your results in training soldiers and your usual performance. As for salary, the ten recruits will be temporarily paid ten pfennigs per week, and the four of you will be temporarily paid ten pfennigs per week.

The salary is fifteen pfennigs. When the results of the training competition come out in half a month, I will adjust the salary according to your position."

"Three projects have been trained in this half month: individual combat skills training, three-person battle formation training, and contradictory line formation training. These are all the projects you trained in the valley wooden castle in the past winter, especially

Contradictory line training, this is our most important battle formation, you have basically mastered the essentials, now it’s up to you to teach the new recruits the skills you have learned.”

"Odo, in addition to training new recruits, you will also be temporarily responsible for the logistics of the entire team. You will be responsible for arranging the rotation of sentries and food supplies."

"Bas, you are responsible for military discipline for the time being. In addition, unless I give permission, no one is allowed to enter or leave the patrol camp at will, especially don't mess with the city guard sergeants. We have occupied their camp and they are looking for trouble; but if there is

Anyone who dares to break into the camp will be captured."

"Do you have anything else to say?" Art looked around at the people in the tent.

Ron twisted his butt a few times and was about to speak, but Art interrupted directly and said: "Ron, I know what you want to say. We only have so many recruits for the time being, and you are very good in both personal combat skills and battle formation training."

You want to be a little inferior to them, so I will give you a recruit training first. If you can train this recruit well, I can still appoint you as the squad leader."

After hearing this, Ron had no choice but to swallow the bitterness in his stomach.

On the second day, Art took the secretary and his assistant to the station of the patrol team. They registered the officers and soldiers of the patrol team one by one and made a cross and put their fingerprints on it. At the end of the registration document, Art

Signed his name - Art Wood Wells.

Finally, as the clerk stamped the copper seal with the ram's coat of arms of Viscount Pierre on the parchment, the Tyniec Border Security Patrol of the County of Burgundy was officially established. This document will follow him.

The sealed letter from Viscount Ayr was sent to the palace chamber of the Minister of Security.

For the next period of time, every day in the corner of the military camp square in Tyniec, there was the muffled sound of recruits fighting and slashing, and the Odos beating the recruits with sticks. They used all the sticks that Art had received when training them.

It’s up to the new recruits.

Ron looked at the Odo people on the side who had begun to train three-person battle formations in their respective groups. However, the guy in front of him hadn't even learned the basic movements of holding a spear and raising a shield. He couldn't help but feel anxious and yelled at the new recruits in front of him.

Said: "Jason, remember that the round shield must be raised to your chest. It is to protect your chest and abdomen, not to block your big head. Your eyes must be able to see the opponent! You must match the short spear.

Hold it flat on the upper right edge of the round shield, hold it flat! Hold it flat~"

"Ouch~"

Ron hit Jason on the shoulder with a stick. Jason was even more flustered by the blow and completely forgot the essentials of holding a spear and raising a shield that Ron had taught him~

So Ron had to yell and teach this stupid guy who was one year older than him from scratch...

............

On the first Sunday after the patrol was officially established, Art paid everyone their salaries and allowed everyone to rest for half a day. Except for Odo and a sentry who stayed behind, everyone in the patrol camp went out.

In a hut built under the city wall in the southeastern free market of Tyniec City, a large pot of animal offal and offal meat is being slowly cooked in a large clay pot. Four people are sitting on a shaky wooden table in the hut.

A guy wearing a black robe and cloak, the owner of the tavern brought four large bowls of offal soup to the wooden table, and poured several large glasses of homemade cider from the wooden barrels on the side.

A dark-skinned, muscular guy raised a wooden wine glass and drank the fruit wine in one gulp. He then reached out directly to grab a piece of boiled fat sausage from the wooden bowl in front of him, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and then muttered vaguely.

He said to a sad-faced young man next to him: "Jay, Jason, if you ask me, you are quite lucky. Chief Ron doesn't hit people too harshly."

Opposite the big black man, a drunken man with a red face also echoed: "Yes, Jason, you have also seen that Tuba and I were beaten so severely by Chief Odo in the past few days. Look at the whole body on Tuba's arms."

It's a bruise..." He stood up and rolled up Tuba's sleeves, revealing the scars on his forearms left by being hit with wooden sticks.

The guy named Jason glanced at the blue and black bruises on Tuba's arm, and then touched his shoulder. It seemed that his grievances were nothing compared to Tuba. He frowned and changed the subject and asked

:"Where are the other guys?"

The red-faced man chuckled and said maliciously: "They went to the slums in the northeast of the city to have fun, those big-breasted girls..."

The red-faced man spoke with great joy, and Jason's face turned red.

The people drinking in the dilapidated thatched tavern are the soldiers of the first recruit group and the guard group of the patrol. Nowadays, prices in Tyniec are so expensive that a cup of wheat beer in the better taverns in the city costs half a pfennig.

Roast pork and rye bread plus a bowl of pea soup cost 4 pfennigs.

These recruits only received ten pfennigs a week, and they were reluctant to use it all to drink, so they found this dilapidated thatched tavern in the free market in the southeast of the city, and bought it for less than two and a half pfennigs each.

Half a barrel of homemade cider and several large bowls of greasy offal soup arrived. Several people had already drank several large bowls of fruit wine, and they were all a little tipsy.
To be continued...