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

The next morning, a special stall appeared at the market: a recruiting stall.

In front of the stall, a few old Night Watchmen standing in a dignified manner are the best living signboards.

Many people recognized them at a glance as one of the twelve knights who followed Leon to wipe out the bandits yesterday. After all, the smell of blood on each of them was so strong that it could not be shaken off.

This morning, as Lyon's official, Sam received another bag of money with 50 gold royals from him, and was told, "Recruit soldiers and horses. I want to see you spend all the money in this bag by whatever means when we set out in two weeks."

So Sam sat here.

However, the surplus labor force in Gray Crow Village has been squeezed out, and the chief Dickens cannot produce more manpower in the short term, so Sam's idea is to target the people who come to the market.

However, even with the Oathsworn of the Night's Watch, one of the Twelve Knights, standing there as a sign, only a few people came to apply. Most of them were ruffians. Sam even suspected that they would buy alcohol after taking the 5 bronze star resettlement fee and then disappear without a trace.

"My Lord of the Night's Watch, where are you recruiting soldiers to fight? Are you going to fight against the wildlings?"

A young man saw the bulging bag of money at Sam's feet, and finally his impulse got the better of him, so he stepped forward and asked.

Sam wanted to answer "yes" at that time. But just as the words came to his mouth, he remembered that there were many people coming and going in the market of Grey Crow Village, and there were many idle people everywhere. He was afraid that there might be many spies from the wildlings sneaking in. So he did not tell the young man about his plan to go to Eastwatch in a few days, but just said:

"I can only tell you that Lord Leon Victor, the chief instructor from Black Iron Castle, issued a conscription order to the residents of the gifted land, and the commander-in-chief also agreed to this matter. You shouldn't ask about other things."

"Okay, sir, I want to be a soldier, but I don't want to be a night watchman, is that okay? I haven't got a family yet, I just want to save some money to get married by being a soldier." The young man's hesitant words immediately caused laughter from the people around him.

The Night Watchman, one of the Twelve Knights, was even more smiling: "Boy, the money you earn as a soldier is hard to spend. I tell you, you might as well spend it on the bellies of the women in Mole Village. Otherwise, when you return from military service one day, you will find a few more strange mouths to feed in your family."

Sam did not laugh at the young man's idea, but said seriously: "It's not easy to be a brother of the Night's Watch, at least not even for me now... Don't worry, we will not force you to take the oath of the Night's Watch. Wait until the war is over or you are discharged due to injury, Lord Lyon will give you enough severance pay."

"So, if I join, where should I sign my name?"

"Here. Hood, the lord has asked you to be responsible for training this batch of new recruits. There are not enough bows and arrows, so just treat it as basic infantry training." After signing up the new recruits, Sam said to Hood who was standing beside him. The latter nodded and took the new recruits gathered behind the stall to the training ground.

At this time, Gray Crow Village was half a bustling market and half a busy training ground.

The noise of more than two hundred soldiers training was loud enough to echo through the sky. As time passed, the departure date that Lyon had originally set arrived in the blink of an eye.

Chief Dickens looked at the team assembled on the training ground with mixed feelings.

At this time, Lyon can be said to be strong in both men and horses.

In front of the team were one hundred Night's Watch recruits holding shields and swords, and in the back were two hundred-man Night's Watch Rangers, at least half of whom were Night's Watch Elite Rangers with outstanding combat power. Lyon, who was in the center of the army, was guarded by twenty Night's Watch Oathkeepers carrying two-handed swords. It was worth mentioning that Spycium had been successfully upgraded to a 5th-level soldier, Night's Watch Oathkeeper, after training.

The murderous aura on his body was no longer as sharp as that of the Oath Taker. Only the murderous aura that occasionally appeared from his eyes under the hood showed that he was not easy to mess with.

Although the new recruits in Lyon's team had only undergone a short twenty days of training, due to the tenfold training effect, they had at least the equivalent of five years of training for the private soldiers of other lords.

Even though most of them were farmers, unemployed people, hooligans and had never had blood on their hands twenty days ago.

But Dickens could not deny that what stood before him was an elite force.

"Sir, I wish you success." Dickens brought a few villagers and pulled a cart of vegetables and food to Lyon's team.

Sam is responsible for dispatching these supplies.

Hearing this, Leon glanced at Dickens and said indifferently: “I won’t say I’m sorry about your brother, but it has already happened, and it’s not my fault.”

"I know. I'm just looking forward to the day when the young and strong men in our village can return triumphantly."

After a brief greeting, at Leon's command, the troops set out. The elite rangers mounted their horses and walked at the front of the team. Among them was a team of two hundred people guarding ten baggage wagons. The wagons were equipped with weapons, bows and arrows, as well as enough food and fodder to feed the three hundred-man army for three months.

"Destination! Donghaiwang!"