Farming in the Magical World

"Take a break, stand at attention!"

Tim stood in front of the team, his gaze serious as he watched the team members rapidly gathering, silently counting in his mind.

Once everyone had arrived at the square and lined up, the count in my mind stopped at around 260 breaths.

The score a few days ago was around 300 breaths, but today it's only over 260. The three teams have basically assembled, which is a significant improvement. Tim nodded secretly in satisfaction.

Such speed, compared to the previous auxiliary armies, is simply unbelievable, almost a miracle.

The Servant Army is synonymous with laziness and lack of discipline, the best example of cowardice and fear of death, a force that crumbles at the slightest touch, and a mobile pool of merit for knights.

If an emergency assembly and break camp are needed, it's manageable during the day; if things go quickly, it can be done in about a morning, but if things go slowly, it will probably take a whole day.

If it's nighttime, your concern won't be about time anymore, but rather how many people will be left after the group is assembled.

Therefore, it is reasonable that the knights always looked down on their auxiliary troops and never relied on them in battle. These were lessons learned from countless battles, lessons forged in blood and tears.

Looking at these spirited and energetic security personnel, who would believe they were made up of civilians? They looked exactly like the auxiliary troops, but no one would believe they were civilians. Even if you said they were all knights, few would doubt it.

However, they did not receive training according to "The Essentials and Tips of Knight Training," but rather training based on "The Security Guard Training Manual," named after Lanny.

It's only been a few days? It seems like exactly a week, right?

Although there are still various problems, such as occasional fights among team members and occasional inability to recite the camp management regulations due to illiteracy, compared to when he first took over this group a week ago, it's as if they are a completely different group.

He even knew that some of the team members already knew quite a few characters and could do some reading.

He kept wondering what caused these people to undergo such a complete transformation in just one week.

Is it because of the ordinary team members' monthly salary of 2 silver coins?

Is it because the regulations are too harsh?

Or was it because Tim Miller was very good at training troops?

It doesn't seem to be.

If people used to talk about the two silver coins they earned at the beginning of training, now very few people mention it anymore. Only that chatterbox occasionally brings it up, but it's clear that it's practically a mantra for him.

Obviously, that's not the reason. So what is it for?

Is it because the regulations are too harsh?

That doesn't seem right either. The most severe punishment in the regulations is nothing more than so-called confinement for a day, which means locking the offender in the castle's basement, not allowing them to speak to him, not allowing them to see what's happening outside, and not allowing them to make any noise. Even so, no one has ever enjoyed this treatment. The others are nothing more than a few push-ups, eating a few minutes later, or helping other teams wash their socks and clothes, which Tim considers to be nothing short of indulgence.

Therefore, this shouldn't be the reason.

So, is Tim Miller a genius at training the army?

Obviously not. This wasn't the first time he had led the auxiliary army. Not to mention the distant past, he led the auxiliary army in the Battle of Dragonfall Ridge, and it still collapsed at the first touch. Its best performance was probably that it did not cause any impact on their knightly ranks, but that was because it collapsed too quickly. When the Grummans appeared from the front and back at the same time, howling like savages as they charged out, the auxiliary army collapsed immediately and scattered and fled.

He and Lenny had discussed this issue over the past few days. Lenny didn't seem surprised at all by the players' performance, as if he had already foreseen this outcome.

He even had a strange feeling, as if all of this was a line that Lanny had drawn in advance, and he was just moving forward along this line.

As for the reasons, the other party gave a lot of explanations, such as Maslow's hierarchy of needs and the highest pursuit in life. The gist was that the castle's provision of food and lodging, prohibition of attacks between team members, and restrictions on arbitrary beatings and scoldings by superiors had already satisfied the first four basic needs, so naturally everyone began to pursue the highest goal: realizing their self-worth.

To be honest, he didn't understand most of what these words were saying, and even after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't recall if there was such a big shot as Maslow in the kingdom or on the continent.

But the effects were real and visible, especially when he led the guards on their morning run back to the castle square, the effect was even more pronounced.

Recently, he has been gradually increasing the distance of his morning runs, which has now extended to Mofang Village. Although the team members are mostly soaked in sweat and panting heavily, they still stand straight and no one has fallen behind.

He nodded in satisfaction again, but his mind couldn't help but drift back to his conversation with Lanny last night.

He recalled that after he proudly described the team's performance over the past few days, Lanny's face did not show the excitement he expected. Instead, he muttered dismissively, "This is just the level of military training. It's still far from good enough!"

"What?"

He was very surprised at the time. Although he had not yet engaged in actual combat, he was very certain that as long as a small squad attacked him with all their might, even if he was fully armored, he would not be able to escape unscathed. What could Lanny possibly complain about?

Seeing his surprise, Lanny smiled and began to share his thoughts.

"At present, it has only taken a little shape and has some spirit, but the ultimate goal is not just this. At most, it has changed from the knight's merit pool to a more difficult merit pool. It is still far from that!"

Looking at Lanny's serious expression, he couldn't imagine what the team would become if it met Lanny's requirements.

Was he going to train everyone in the guard to be knights? The thought of being surrounded and beaten by a team of thirty-odd knights sent chills down his spine, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"By the way, how's your preparation for tomorrow's first weapons practical training session going?"

Seeing him lost in thought, Lenny smiled and changed the subject. He couldn't say much about the final training results. Was he supposed to tell Tim that the ultimate goal was to remain motionless even if swords and axes were brought at his feet? That would be nothing short of a myth.

"Oh? Oh, that's exactly what I wanted to ask you about."

Startled awake, Tim remembered his main purpose for coming to see Lanny today, and quickly shook his head to shake off the jumbled thoughts in his mind.

Since he started training the guards, he had developed the habit of consulting Lanny whether there was a problem or not, just to feel at ease.

He himself did not realize that he no longer regarded Lanny as a little kid he had watched grow up, but as a wise man who could help him solve any problem, a lord he could trust and rely on.

"I received knight training before, so my swordsmanship is alright, but I'm really good at spear fighting. I don't have much confidence in it, so I can only summarize these movements based on my own experience. What do you think...?"

After saying that, he took out a red-tasseled spear that he had prepared but had not yet attached a spearhead, and began to practice the movements he had summarized in the study.

The movements weren't numerous, but it was clear that many were derived from knightly swordsmanship. After the performance, Tim watched Lanny's movements expectantly, hoping he would open the drawer again and take out some magical treasure.

"Very good, very good. Let's do it this way tomorrow!" Lanny looked like he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. Was his action ridiculous?

And what about the secrets of marksmanship that I've been waiting for?

Was Lenny laughing? He was indeed laughing, because Tim was used to swordsmanship, and when he suddenly used the red-tasseled spear, he would unconsciously wield the spear like a sword, which made it a bit funny.

Of course, I believe that with more use over time, it will get better and won't be a big problem.

Seeing that Lenny stopped moving after making a couple of comments, Tim was a little disappointed, but still asked, "No secret this time?"

"Secret? What secret?"

Lanny looked at him in surprise, wondering when he had ever promised to give him any secrets.

Also, what the heck is this "secret technique"? Is it like a martial arts manual? Where would I possibly have such a thing?

"It's... it's... "

Tim looked at Lanny hesitantly, somewhat embarrassed, "Those things you showed me before, like the recruitment manual and camp management regulations, you know the secrets!"

"Oh, you mean this!" After seeing Tim winking and making faces for a while, Lanny finally realized.

Under Tim's expectant gaze, he opened the drawer and pulled out a piece of parchment. However, he did not hand it over immediately but said mysteriously, "This thing is a bit difficult to make, and I don't know if it's suitable for our guard. You can try it yourself first, and you can modify it if there are any unreasonable parts!"

He paused, then added again, "Don't ask about the source! OK?"

Seeing how mysterious Lenny was talking, Tim was practically dying of curiosity. Before he could finish, he immediately grabbed the book and said, "Okay, okay..."

However, after looking at it for a while, he saw Lanny's puzzled expression and asked, "This name, three... ...axes, what does it mean?"

Lenny's lips twitched, somewhat embarrassed.

This is his fault. This thing is actually a collection of movie action scenes. It contains drawings of spear techniques from some works that he remembers, such as the "returning spear," "splitting Mount Hua," and "Overlord's Giant Cauldron."

He genuinely doesn't know how to use a gun, and he doesn't know if these techniques are even practical, which is why he spoke of them in such a mysterious way, giving us a heads-up beforehand. If they really don't work, we can simply say they're not suitable for our guard.

But this name gave him a headache.

Following his recent habit, he writes his name on everything he takes out, partly to facilitate communication with the person receiving it.

In addition, this can be considered a subtle way of showing off, a small way of satisfying one's vanity.

His original idea for the name was "Red Tassel Spear with Three Axe Moves".

Who knew that when translated into the language of this world, it would become "a red-tasseled spear and... three axes"?

Blame me?