Chapter 85: Return (Part 2)

“Now, do you have anything else to say?”

Huck shouted loudly, questioning the young people in front of him.

Facing this questioning, the heads of the young people lowered even further—in fact, ever since they saw Huck supporting the bow with one arm, holding the arrow in his mouth, drawing the bowstring, and shooting a bullseye on a target fifty feet away, these young people had already been convinced.

Especially after enduring ten days of training, the slightest bit of dissatisfaction they had at the beginning had long since vanished.

“Since you have nothing to say, then it is my turn to speak—remember, before you surpass me, my words are your rules and standards… Anyone who violates them or is dissatisfied but cannot surpass me, I will personally send her away from my territory… That’s right, her, because a man should not be such a coward—so, I will whip her severely and then kick her out of my Military Camp!”

Huck looked at the young people in front of him, speaking every word clearly, and the serious expression on his face was undoubtedly telling everyone that his words were serious, without the slightest joke.

The solemn faces of the young people indicated that none of them took this as a joke.

Because, through ten days of close contact, they understood very well that their Vice Regiment Commander was definitely not a person who liked to joke during training.

What he said was true.

And anyone who took it as a joke would be in for a world of hurt!

As for getting whipped?

For these young people, they had received quite a few whippings these past few days, and they were almost starting to get used to it.

However, being called… ‘her’, or even being kicked out of the Military Camp…

Such things were unacceptable to the young people.

They absolutely could not be driven away!

All the young people thought this way—the things called ‘honor’ and ‘dignity’, started by Dean and then guided by Huck, had long since taken root and sprouted in the hearts of these young people.

And it was precisely this kind of ‘honor’ and ‘dignity’ that made them train even harder.

Compared to the ‘honor’ and ‘dignity’ of Nobles, this kind of ‘honor’ and ‘dignity’ was undoubtedly more honest, real, and easy to accept.

Scanning the expressions on the young people’s faces, Huck nodded secretly in his heart—he was very clear that the young people in front of him were truly transforming into soldiers.

As for the previous Title of Militia?

Although the young people who possessed this Title were indeed members of the Ferrchelen Knight Order, in Huck’s view, they were not soldiers in the true sense, just a bunch of miscellaneous troops.

Perhaps they had some combat power, but that was only when facing scattered bandits and robbers.

If it were a real Battlefield, they would probably collapse after just one charge.

Huck, who had experienced that kind of Battlefield, knew very well what that scene was like.

Therefore, he needed to train them as much as possible so that they would have the ability to truly protect themselves on the Battlefield.

Of course, this was also Dean’s order.

Facing this young Regiment Commander who had once saved his life, Huck did not dare to take it lightly—after all, the training methods for soldiers that the other party gave him before leaving, even if Huck had not truly seen them, he could understand that such training methods were definitely not something ordinary people could possess.

At the very least, it came from a large Family with an Inheritance of hundreds of years.

And the ‘Knight’s Ring’ on the other party’s hand seemed to explain everything.

‘Although I can inherit some things now, I need to wait until I restore the glory of my Ancestor before considering those things that should be inherited—after all, I don’t want to be a guy with an undeserved reputation!’

Undoubtedly, being able to say such words was enough to prove that his young Regiment Commander was different from other Nobles.

Those pretentious guys weren’t even worthy of a single finger of his Regiment Commander—in Huck’s view, Nobles who needed others to help them fight in duels couldn’t be considered Nobles at all.

Cowards, cowards!

Such titles suited them better!

Hah!

Taking a deep breath, after shifting his attention from his Regiment Commander to the young people in front of him, Huck’s voice rang out again—

“Now, start returning to the barracks to change into dry clothes and eat breakfast… after breakfast, run fifty more laps with weights for me!”

Huck shouted.

Amidst Huck’s shouts, the young people ran towards the barracks at a very fast speed.

Of course, the young people’s ultimate goal was still—the canteen.

However, obviously, under Dean’s operation, the young people ‘fell in love’ with this sport after experiencing it just once; and after Huck took over the training, this sport did not stop, but instead became even more intense; after all, Huck himself participated in it.

Moreover, the strong and tall Huck was undoubtedly the one who could eat the most.

But the young people did not have any aversion.

Apart from the fact that Huck abided by the ‘canteen rules’, what was more important was that Huck, who possessed the other identity of ‘owner of Snow Bear’s Home’, would think of ways to add more food to their three meals every day—sometimes it was Horned Sheep meat, and sometimes it was fresh vegetables.

Under such premises, the young people’s attitude towards Huck naturally became more affectionate and respectful; after all, this food was paid for by Huck himself.

“These guys!”

After getting dressed, Huck looked at the noisy canteen—in fact, this was the hall of the Ferrchelen Knight Order, but its function as a hall was far less than that of a canteen.

Huck did not hate the noisy scene in front of him at all, instead, he liked it very much.

Because it made him feel like he was young again.

At that time, he was only about fifteen or sixteen years old, and then, every time it was time to eat, he was always this impatient.

Of course, compared to the ‘wildness’ of the young people now, he was much more restrained at that time.

However, if given the choice, Huck preferred the ‘wildness’ at this time—watching the young people who were as silent as a cicada during training, but who would throw punches at him for a piece of meat at this time, Huck felt extremely delighted; of course, it was not that Huck had any tendency to be abused.

Instead, he could also smash his fist on the other’s face, and then more or less take a punch himself, and then everyone would shout and chase after those guys who tried to take advantage.

Isn’t that how men’s friendships are built?

Spicy throat-burning alcohol, powerful punches that hurt one’s own body, and then experiencing ice and snow together, sharing life and death.

Such emotions were like the gems on a Crown, bright and indestructible.

Inexplicably, the corners of Huck’s mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smile.

“Something happy?”

The voice that suddenly came from behind made Huck jump forward quickly and turn around with full vigilance—this was the instinct of a Warrior.

Of course, his clenched fist could show Huck’s tension.

After all, someone who could stand behind him silently would obviously not need much effort to kill him.

However, upon seeing the figure behind him, Huck’s clenched fist just loosened like that.

“Regiment Commander!”

After saluting with his only remaining left arm, Huck stood solemnly.

“Privately between us, we should be friends, not superiors and subordinates… well done, Huck!”

Dean looked at his deputy with a smile, and then pointed at the young people in the canteen, not sparing his praise.

In fact, Dean had returned to the Ferrchelen Knight Order’s station when the young people were training; however, watching those training young people, he did not disturb them, but observed them carefully.

And this observation undoubtedly allowed Dean to obtain more information.

At least, the results of Huck’s training exceeded Dean’s expectations.

About ten days’ time, if it were him, he would only achieve this level, perhaps even less; but Huck did it.

Dean once again felt lucky that he had pulled this veteran of the Battlefield into his camp.

At the same time, Dean had more confidence in the next plan.

After all, his soldiers looked a bit like soldiers now, rather than the appearance of Militia before—the former had their own aura, while the latter… were farmers and hunters wearing leather armor.

“Come with me, Huck!”

Dean said.

“Yes, Regiment Commander!”

Facing Dean’s praise, Huck revealed his own bold smile, and when Dean was about to issue an order again, the Vice Regiment Commander was not sloppy at all.

Following behind Dean, they entered the Regiment Commander’s room of the Ferrchelen Knight Order’s station.

Even though he hadn’t returned for ten days, the entire room was still clean and dry; it was obvious that someone specially cleaned it—Dean expressed his gratitude for this.

Regardless of whether the other party did it out of sincerity or orders.

“Who cleaned this place?”

Dean asked.

“It was that kid Mah who volunteered!”

Under Dean’s signal, the seated Huck answered truthfully.

“It’s him…”

The image of that young man with ordinary features, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, appeared in his mind, and Dean couldn’t help but smile—his impression of this person in charge of Auxiliary Soldiers deepened; at least, the other party was careful enough.

“Huck, before we officially start, take this!”

Dean said as he tossed a money bag to Huck.