I have a Mount and Blade panel and I kill people in the Game of Thrones

There were about ten people standing scattered on the training ground. Hodder said to Sam, who was shaking uncontrollably, with a look of gloating:

"Sam, you are not a competent official. You messed up your first time serving Lord Leon."

"Lyon won't blame me." Although he said that, Sam looked at Leon's changeable expression standing on the podium. He lacked confidence and began to worry that what Hood said might be true.

"Sam, is it time yet?"

There was a hint of coldness in Leon's voice, and his indifferent eyes swept over the dozen or so recruits standing in front of him. Anyone who saw him could tell that he was about to go berserk.

Even Coach Elisa, who is regarded as the most inhumane among the recruits, would not send so few people to daily training.

It seems that Lyon's foundation is too shallow, or perhaps other high-ranking members of the Night's Watch are trying to trip him up.

In short, judging from the current situation, if the training goes well, Lyon's coaching position can only last for a month at most.

"Leon...Master Coach, the time has come."

"Then let's get started. Today our training item is archery. Sam, take two people to the armory to get enough bows and arrows."

Sam followed the order and soon distributed a bow and arrow to each of the people on the parade ground with two new recruits.

Many recruits were confused. Huo De bravely asked, "Master Coach, I admire your swordsmanship, but are you sure you want to train us in archery?"

"Why? You think I'm not capable?"

Lyon raised his brows, picked up a bow and glanced at Hod.

Then, without even looking at the target, he drew his bow and put his arrow on it in one go.

"Hey~"

The arrow shot by Leon hit the target steadily at a distance of twenty-five steps.

However, Lyon only showed off his skills briefly, which failed to shock the new recruits.

The recruits with poor eyesight only saw that the arrow did hit the target, while the recruits with good eyesight almost laughed out loud.

7 rings!

If it were someone else, this might be a good result, but the key is that this was the arrow shot by Leon, the coach.

At this distance, many recruits can perform like this, and most of them can even perform a little better.

However, in order to save Lyon's face, many people just mocked him in their hearts and pretended to be serious on the surface.

"Hod, you come and shoot an arrow."

Hearing Leon calling his name, Hood pretended to be embarrassed: "Sir, I..."

"Have confidence in yourself." When Leon on the podium saw this, he thought that Hood was afraid that he would not perform well, so he gave him some encouragement.

"Okay...ok." Hood also drew his bow and arrow, but after squinting his eyes and aiming for a long time, he felt a little troubled.

Having been hit by Leon's iron fists several times, even a tall and tough guy like Hood would have a psychological trauma when facing Leon.

After some thought, Hood decided to give Lyon some face.

"Hey~"

Eight rings.

"Good, this result is very good." Lyon's voice seemed to recognize Hood's level from the bottom of his heart, but only Hood knew in his heart that at this distance he could hit the bull's eye with every arrow.

Then, Lyon asked every recruit present to try shooting an arrow to see how they performed.

However, the scores of each of the following recruits surpassed those of the careful Hood. Most of them hit the bull's eye, with the exception of Sam, who missed the target.

This is not because Sam is deliberately hiding his abilities, but because this is his true level.

This result made many recruits look at Lyon a little complacent. You know, before coming to the training ground, they were still worried that Lyon would take revenge on them and beat them on the head with wooden swords. They didn't expect that the training was about archery, so there was nothing to worry about.

In the desperate Great Wall, every new soldier has poor food and sleep. They have no other way except to sneak out hunting to improve their food and use animal fur to keep warm.

In this way, every recruit developed fairly good archery skills.

"Do you want to improve this result?"

On the high platform, Leon showed no sign of being angry or embarrassed after being slapped in the face. He continued to speak while playing with an arrow feather in his hand.

"Master Coach, I would rather you teach me swordsmanship." A new soldier in the audience spoke with low EQ.

"Is it?"

Lyon didn't care and continued to draw his bow and arrow, but this time he aimed not at the target twenty-five steps away, but at the further thirty steps.

Lyon didn't aim too much. He shot the arrow and continued to draw the bow and arrow, but he was aiming at the target which was thirty-five... or even a hundred steps away and could hardly be seen with the naked eye.

Moreover, his movements were smooth and fluid, with each arrow shot less than a second apart. Even the recruit with the best archery skills stared at the scene in front of him with his mouth wide open in disbelief.

"If someone can do the same thing, I won't force you to practice archery."

Now, even Hood, who had the best archery skills among the recruits, did not dare to guarantee it, but he subconsciously felt a little dissatisfied. He counted the targets one by one. Of course, the more he looked, the more shocked he became, because every arrow hit the center of the bull's eye.

Even when he reached the target at the farthest point in the training ground, he discovered that the center of the target had been shot through.

Leon still had enough strength to shoot through the bull's eye at such a long distance. What a terrifying strength it must have taken.

You have to know that Lyon didn't aim at all, and in order to pursue speed, he didn't fully pull the bow.

When Hood carried the farthest target back, all the recruits had expressions of admiration on their faces.

"If I say that if you follow my training, even Sam will be able to do this in the future, would you be willing?"

On the high platform, Leon held a bow and arrow, his eyes as sharp as cold arrows.

This made none of the recruits dare to look directly into Leon's eyes. In the end, it was unknown which recruit was the first to react. He bent down and knelt on one knee in front of Leon. Someone set an example, and every recruit did the same afterwards. Even Sam moved his chubby body and tried his best to express his submission to Leon in the most standard posture.

The reason for not surrendering is that Lyon is not a lord at present, but just a coach of the Night's Watch. It is already very good to let everyone do this.

When they stood up again, many recruits had an illusion almost at the same time. It was not that they had suddenly become stronger, but that their minds were filled with an indescribable feeling.

"When you command more than ten people, activate the enthronement function!"

"Current troop composition: Night Watch recruits x19, weekly salary is 190 bronze stars."

"Be careful, delaying the payment of wages will lead to lower morale and a higher chance of desertion."

(ps: The currency conversion in Game of Thrones is too troublesome, so this book uses the ratio of 1:10:100, with one gold dragon equaling one hundred bronze stars.)

Similar to the troop panel in Mount and Blade, half of these recruits already had full experience, so Leon directly upgraded them to "Night Watch Rangers, doubling their salaries."

As for the current salaries of these people, Lyon, who has a huge sum of 4 gold dragons in his pocket, can still afford it, and it is not payday yet.

The reason why Lyon readily took over the position of head coach and generously paid them salaries was not because he was so selfless that he could train new recruits for the Night's Watch without reservation, but because these new recruits were stamped with ideological standards by the system the first moment they came under Lyon's command. Even if they were no longer loyal to Lyon at the moment, in the future these new recruits who had left the team would have to pledge their allegiance again at Lyon's discretion.

"Start training!"

Following Leon's order, the new recruits who were promoted to Night's Watch Rangers immediately sweated hard at the targets with full enthusiasm. Even the chubby Sam looked at the arrows he shot with some disbelief.

With Lyon's command and blessing, Sam's arrow hit the target for the first time in his life. This discovery made Sam so excited that he wanted to cry, but his father, Lord Randyll Tarly, was not present, otherwise he really wanted him to see that his son was not the useless good-for-nothing as he said, but now he is also a well-known man of the Night's Watch.

It was not until the evening, when the last Night's Watch recruit was promoted to Ranger, that Lyon stopped the training.

At this moment, all the recruits had an inexplicable feeling, as if they were much stronger now than they were during the day.

All the recruits were so excited that their faces flushed, and they shouted loudly to vent their joy.

Jon, who had been watching from the sidelines, did not dare to disturb Lyon's training until it was over. He walked to the bottom of the platform and looked at Lyon with admiration. "I never knew you had such a skill. Even Master Pighead Sam, you only needed one day to train him."

Since Alliser died early and did not target Sam, the friendship between Jon and Sam is not as deep as in the original book.

"You know what? I also took the oath of office for the Night's Watch today, along with Eddie and the others."

"It's just that I was appointed as the officer of Old Bear, not a ranger like my uncle. I can't stand the thought of being a servant in the future, taking care of shit and urine, washing clothes and serving meals for an old man."