In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

Jerusalem.

Constance Manor.

Ryan watched boredly as Model trained the new recruits.

Assemble in formation, march with sticks, turn left and right, squat and stand up, square formation, circular formation.

A mess of footsteps made the originally clean and tidy manor full of dust.

"Everyone, stand at attention and do not whisper or make any movement until the church bell rings!"

Model shouted with a serious face.

With his beard and calm expression on his face, he is more suitable to be a recruit training officer than Ryan.

He held a riding crop in his hand, and when he noticed any movement, he immediately whipped him down.

Under the scorching sun, the recruits wearing full armor were sweating profusely.

If it weren't for the higher salary offered by Constance Manor and the food far exceeding the soldiers recruited by the Kingdom of Jerusalem, these people would not be able to endure this boring training anyway.

In their view, this kind of training is useless and is just torturing people.

There is no way to improve their survival rate on the battlefield.

It's not as useful as holding a wooden sword and slashing at the target.

A full quarter of an hour later, the church bells rang.

The recruits immediately let out a sigh of relief and squatted or sat on the ground.

"Remove armor and rest!"

Model ordered.

"Next, I will teach you how to maintain your armor and weapons. I think you should know the value of the armor you are wearing. They are more valuable than you, and they are the basis for your survival on the battlefield!"

The recruits looked stern, of course they knew how much a piece of armor was worth.

Before they came to the Holy Land, when they were recruiting peasant soldiers or urban militia, it was impossible for the lords to give them armor. This was a treatment that only the lord's personal guards could have.

This is one of the reasons why recruits endure this kind of training.

Ryan watched Model explain these basic knowledge and sat lazily in the shade of the tree.

After a while, the explanation ended.

The new recruits began the long process of "penalty standing" again.

Model walked under the bright sun and could even pour out water when he took off his helmet.

"I know that your purpose is to train the 'discipline' of these armored sergeants so that they can use their arms and fingers on the battlefield so that they will not be easily routed by the cavalry."

"But this kind of training is really boring, and none of the people brought from Austria are useful."

Model frowned and said: "Ryan, training the new army is a boring task, but you have to know that this new army will be the team of you and me in the future. The quality of training is related to our future future. "

A trace of heat flashed in Model's eyes: "Don't you want to be like those knights, wearing bright armor and walking on the battlefield?"

"I think about it, but you have also seen that these idiots can't even tell the difference between left and right, and they are all messed up every time they practice, like a frightened sheep. With this look, how can you satisfy the adults?"

"Then practice more!"

Model gritted his teeth.

The training of this group of recruits is indeed somewhat unsatisfactory, because although they are strong and strong, most of them are illiterate, and very few of them have attended church schools.

If there is no distinction between left and right, how can we form a dense queue and move forward together?

They didn't even line up in a straight line, they were just conscripts wearing armor, they looked like shit.

At this time, in the streets and alleys, there was a sound of horse hooves.

A knight wearing Saracen-style black scale armor slowly walked into the manor under the surprised eyes of Ryan and Model.

"Stop comers, this is Lord Lothar's private estate! No guests are accepted!"

"Infidel, you have defiled this pure land!"

Ryan and Model immediately picked up their weapons and surrounded them.

Several local residents standing guard also followed with weapons in hand. They had been training for the longest time and had initially acquired combat effectiveness.

"We've only been separated for half a month, and you don't even recognize me?"

A familiar voice sounded.

Ryan, Model, and the faces of the people suddenly became surprised.

"It's the voice of an adult!"

"The master is back!"

Without Lothar, it was as if they had no backbone.

Although Ryan and Model are good soldiers, they are not yet capable of acting independently.

The knight took off the mask and turban around his face: "Ryan, Model, and my subjects, long time no see."

He turned his attention to the recruits who were doing standing training.

Although their faces were full of surprise and curiosity, they did not disperse and gathered around to watch the fun.

Model's rigorous training has begun to bear fruit.

Lothar put the horse rein into Ryan's hand and went straight to the new recruits.

"First meeting, my soldiers, I am your lord and object of allegiance, and I am also the employer who pays your salary. You have trained well, keep up the good work."

After that, he told Model: "We will add meat for everyone tonight."

All the recruits cheered immediately.

"Long live!"

"Heavenly Father bless you, generous lord!"

"Praise to you!"

Hans, Prajna and Fringilla slowly walked into the manor at this time.

"Long time no see, my dear brothers!"

With tears in his eyes, Hans hugged Ryan and Model.

"Long time no see."

The two were taken aback by Hans' enthusiasm.

"Brothers, find a few reliable people to carry the bags carried by the horses, and then take good care of these poor big animals."

"It's been such a hard journey for them!"

Hans, who no longer had to do menial work, felt relieved.

At this time, Lothar shouted:

"Model, you continue training. Ryan, come with me. I need to find out what happened in the manor recently."

"Sir, please follow me first."

Ryan took Lothar to the warehouse, pointed to the neatly displayed ordnance here and said: "Here are a hundred iron spear heads, skinned round shields, sixty kite-shaped shields, and several pieces of armor used to repair the armor. Hammer, more than ten hammers with one hand."

"There are also three sets of bows and two crossbows."

Pope Innocent III once issued a ban on crossbows, strictly prohibiting the use of crossbows against Christian brothers, but few feudal monarchs would take this matter to heart.

Wouldn't banning all long-range weapons such as bows and crossbows be equivalent to abolishing martial arts?

What's more, this is Jerusalem, and Lothar wants to fight against the "evil" pagans with his crossbow.

"It's done well. It's enough if you have bows and crossbows. You don't have to invest a lot of energy. At present, the main thing is to train armored sergeants."

Lothar does not plan to form light infantry units on a large scale, because light infantry is only more lethal to unarmored armies.

For armored knights and armored sergeants, it's just scratching an itch.

He also didn't plan to form a cavalry archer.

One is that the training is more difficult. If you are not a nomad, if you want to master the martial arts of riding and shooting, even if you stop your horse and shoot on horseback, you will have to spend a lot of training.

Furthermore, the mounted archery of this era was practically useless because the range of the mounted bow was far inferior to that of the infantry bow and it was difficult to penetrate iron armor.

The strength of the Tatar cavalry lies in their advanced organizational form and the extremely high mobility achieved by mainly cavalry units, rather than in their bow cavalry.

Among the Tatar cavalry, there is a considerable part of the heavy armored cavalry, and the armor rate of the troops is much higher than that of most armies of this era, including the Crusaders.

It cannot be said that the Crusader cavalry was defeated by the Tatar cavalry, the Tatar cavalry was defeated by the Mamluks, and the Mamluk cavalry was defeated by the Crusaders.

It is ridiculous to conclude that the Crusader cavalry is smaller than the Tatar cavalry, smaller than the Mamluks, and smaller than the Crusader cavalry.

To use an inappropriate analogy, the Crusader cavalry is the Tiger tank, and the Tatar cavalry is the T34. Both have their own advantages and disadvantages.

But judging from this era, it is absolutely impossible for the Crusader knights, who are loosely organized, advocate personal heroism, and have rigid tactics, to defeat the Tatar cavalry.

This time he raided the castle of Kaukeb and gained a lot of wealth. To form it, he had to form the king of this era, the heavy armored cavalry.

As for where the troops would come from, he was still thinking about it.

After leaving the warehouse, Lothar followed Ryan to observe the training of the armored sergeants, and couldn't help but nodded secretly.

Unlike Ryan and Model's high demands, Lothar knew that it was pretty good to be able to recruit and train such a team in just half a month.

And many of these sergeants have seen blood.

The pilgrim's road is full of dangers. To reach the Holy Land alive, luck and ability are indispensable.

Therefore, this armored sergeant has actually begun to take shape.

After a few more months of training, he should be able to go to the battlefield.

Lothar patted Model on the shoulder: "You two have done well during this period. After the training is over, we will purchase some seeds and farm tools. By the way, we will see if there are any blacksmiths and carpenters. There are blacksmith shops and carpenters in the manor." The workshop cannot be left abandoned like this.”

"Is there someone to take care of the stables? These delicate animals must be taken care of urgently. If they get sick, they must be isolated in time."

The eight Arabian war horses they brought back were all first-class products, and together they were worth at least three hundred gold coins.

Lothar was chattering.

Outside the manor, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves.

The royal knight of Jerusalem, wearing a red and white smock, stopped at the door of the manor and said in a hurry: "Knight Lothar, His Majesty has summoned you and wants you to come to the palace immediately."

Lothar said quickly: "I understand, please let me change my clothes first."

The knight shook his head and said, "No need. After you enter the palace, someone will take care of you to bathe and change your clothes."