I originally wanted to have three or four cavalry to have fun, but I didn't expect that there was no enough division. It would be fine if the servants and two cavalry were not there. At least they were all excellent cavalry, but why do other infantry have to have one cavalry to travel? They are infantry!

Of course, the cavalry squadron did not dare to rebel, they just complained. After all, Zhao Hu controlled five personal guards, twenty-five soldiers, more than 800 servants, four and a half-disabled squadrons, and the cavalry squadrons, the 125 people were not qualified to compete with Zhao Hu.

"Seither four hundred and fifty-six sabers, 1,211 bows, and 300 arrows. We have picked out the equipment that can still be used for the servants, and the rest are handed over to the logistics soldiers for repair." Dior.

"Is there enough food?" Zhao Hu asked.

"The food we brought is enough for two or three years to eat, and it is very sufficient. However, now there are many servants of bows and cavalry, so the arrows are not enough. On average, each person can reach up to four pots of eighty arrows.

"Metal weapons are almost impossible to obtain on the grassland. Once the arrows are used up, they can only fight in close combat. It will be very dangerous to encounter the Madonna soldiers." Deo looked worried.

Losing distant weapons on the grassland is like killing death. The Muqi soldiers can kill all of them without getting close to them.

Zhao Hu thought for a moment.

"Can you melt the captured saber and forge the chain into arrows?"

Deo shook his head with a wry smile, "The logistics soldiers of the brigade can only polish, assemble, and repair these simple tasks, and they can't do the job of blacksmiths. Even if they can, our brigade doesn't have the tools of blacksmiths."

Zhao Hu was speechless, while Zhou Wen took it for granted: "There should be blacksmiths in the herds' flag settlement on this grassland? We can find a place with few people to gather, so just take the blacksmiths away?"

Deo shook his head again: "Don't forget, now the Feimu Banner Alliance has brought a million troops to attack the empire. The consumption of military weapons is very terrifying. The blacksmiths in the entire prairie are probably following the army."

"It shouldn't be possible to take all the tools away, right? Why would you leave one or two pieces of tools? Isn't it enough to just grab those tools?"

"The Feimu Banner Alliance is in poverty, and blacksmiths are very precious. Will the blacksmith's eating tools be thrown in the gathering place? Of course I will carry them with me."

Deo answered helplessly, and Zhou Wen could only open his mouth to this, not knowing what to do.

Knowing that he could not solve this problem, Zhao Hu put the problem aside and did not consider it for the time being. Then he saw the extremely restrained and quiet servants around him, and couldn't help but shake his head, stood up and walked towards them.

Zhou Wen, who was following Zhao Hu, frowned and said, "These servants are too slaves. They will only stay in the team when they rest, unlike our imperial soldiers who run around.

"Although you are obedient, you can feel uncomfortable no matter how you look at it. It's like a group of dead people. If they fight so weakly, they will probably be killed in an instant."

"Haha, isn't this good? They now have more than 800 people, more than our entire brigade, and they are equipped with weapons and horses. If they were the same as our Emperor** people, we would be finished now." Deo smiled.

"Hmph, I don't like them anyway!" Zhou Wen raised his eyebrows.

Dio shook his head again: "There is no way. They were told that they were the property of someone when they were born, and they had no self at all. I inquired about it. Not only did they have no property rights, they also had no right to marry freely. Except for those who were appreciated by the banner owners who were married and married, the other people could only get in touch with women in order to increase the population."

"Isn't that the same as livestock? So pitiful."

Zhou Wen immediately felt pity for his rapidly changing personality. If he was a beauty, he might be very cute, but... it made people feel very weird.

Deo sneered: "Pity? Humph, don't look at them now like dead people. When they attack and plunder, they are rapes, burns, kills, robbers, doing everything, and doing everything. Once they get crazy, even their banner owner can't control them!

"So, most of the losers in the battle between the herds and flags were destroyed! Alas, the people on the border of our empire are in pain."

"How could it be so extreme?" Zhou Wen looked surprised.

"It's probably because I'm suppressed so hard that it's so crazy once it breaks out. I don't know if the commander takes them as servants or soldiers. It's all the damn captain's suggestion, otherwise there's no need to worry so much." Deo said helplessly.

"The chief should be able to control them firmly. The chief is very powerful." Zhou Wen looked confident.

Deo finally finished speaking.

The quiet servant soldier found that Zhao Hu appeared in front of him and immediately knelt on the ground, saying in a half-baked common phrase: "See the master."

Zhao Hu asked them to get up, but the servants hesitated for a moment before getting up and standing up.

Looking at the unsacred eyes of the servants, Zhao Hu always felt very uncomfortable and frowned and said, "Officers above the sergeant were out of the line."

All the servants stood there stupidly, and no one walked out.

When Dio saw Zhao Hu frowning, he hurriedly came forward to remind him: "Sir, our officers have all been killed by us."

Zhao Hu raised his head lightly, and then said to the stunned servant soldier in front of him: "Each five of you recommends a sergeant."

When Zhao Hu said this, the servants were still standing there stupidly without any reaction. Now Zhao Hu is not as simple as frowning.

The experienced Deo immediately came forward and said, "Sir, they are from the lower class of the Muqi Banner, and the Feimuqi Banner Allies have no words and do not know the military system of our empire. You should use the title of Twin Crown and Crown. And if you want to appoint an officer, it is best to let them compete and win the victory.

"If you ask them to recommend it, they will be at a loss because they have no interactions with the lower-ranking people."

No words? There is no words in a country?

Zhao Hu turned his head and said to Sun Jie: "Call a few people over and let them form a group of ten people."

There is no system of recommendation for these servants who have no self-awareness, because they are likely to have few people they know.

When Sun Jie heard this, he immediately greeted a few good brothers and shouted with great power. After having experience once, he quickly made the servants line up in a team of ten people in a group of eighty-three, and the last team was fourteen, with a total of eight hundred and forty-four people.

Seeing that Zhao Hu was going to train the servants, the imperial soldiers playing around him all surrounded him with interest.

Zhao Hu said: "Listen, now two or two fight in each group. In the end, the winners of each group will be appointed as the captain of the tenth husband. Sun Jie will pick up some soldiers to serve as referees, one in each group."

As soon as these words were said, the servant soldier was shocked, and the imperial soldiers surrounding him could not wait to wave to Sun Jie, asking him to choose himself as the referee. Some soldiers with strong gambling skills had already started to pay.

Sun Jie, who picked out eighty-three soldiers as referees, scolded him as the chief referee: "Okay, let everyone give in, expand the venue, draw a circle, those who are out of the circle are considered lose, the referee can start, remember not to use weapons, don't kill people!"

Zhao Hu, under Zhou Wen's persuasion, was already sitting on a low stool and began to watch the battle.

Zhou Wensheng asked Deo: "Uncle, is the sir ready to let the servants command themselves?"

Deo touched his beard and smiled, "What else? Can the sir?" He took out people from the regular army to command them? Moreover, this is not bad. At least these servants are no longer like the dead person they had just now."

Although the servants on the field had no expression on their faces, their hot eyes and desperate actions had already exposed their mood.

Zhou Wen sincerely admired his superiors, and could actually think of this way to turn these dead people into living people.

It didn't take long before the eighty-three winners with bruised noses and swollen faces knelt in front of Zhao Hu.

Zhao Hu stood up and said, "Very good, you are the ten-men in your team."

Hearing this, the eighty-three servants raised their heads suddenly, looked at Zhao Hu stupidly, and then kowtowed and shouted: "Thank you for your promotion! I swear in the name of the Canglang God, and be loyal to my master forever!"

After making the oath, they raised their heads and their faces were already filled with red and ugly tears of sob smiles.

Zhao Hu didn't care about this vow, only the careful Zhou Wen kept this change in his heart.

Seeing this scene, Geralt looked jealous. He was familiar with the customs of the pastoral flag. He knew that these servants used the Canglang God to swear and used the word "eternal" to express his complete loyalty to Zhao Hu.

Now they are impossible to be captured by others, because once they fall into a desperate situation, they will only fight to the end, just like the herdsmen and flag soldiers officers not long ago.

Of course, Geralt would not tell Zhao Hu about these things. He has always regretted the last time he had a big mouth to show off the habit of the flag-armored military.

After looking at the failed servants and found that they no longer had a dead face, but instead showed a look of annoyance and envy. Zhao Hu couldn't help but smile.

"You fight again and select eight centurions."

The ten men were shocked: "Yes!"

The sound was so loud that it was not as loud as those of them could make, and there was a strong sense of fighting in their eyes.

The battle began, and the gambles began to concentrate and the fanatical cheers of the imperial soldiers resounded throughout the sky, while the servant soldiers, shrouded in the warm atmosphere, also began to try to cheer for their ten-men.

When they set off the next day, the servants' complexion was completely renewed, their eyes were no longer silent, and their teammates could occasionally talk to each other, especially those ten-men and centurion, who seemed to have changed their personalities, and they automatically scolded their subordinates and warned them around.
Chapter completed!