Since ancient times, to become a qualified mediator, it is obvious that Arud did not have such strength. It is only now that Ifu and this mercenary from England are looking for a way. Both power-type warriors know that the opponent is not easy to mess with. However, as the heir to this territory, if Ifu let this stranger go, how can he convince the public in the future? And this English mercenary is also very clear about his situation. Although he is so strong now, in fact, he has been looking for a route to escape. Several of them can become mercenaries and live well are reckless. At this time, Arud got in, which eased the tension between the two sides.

"Although I sympathize with your experience, you lost to my brother after all, so you have to pay the gambling money." Arod stood between the two sides. He raised his right hand to stop the English mercenary who wanted to refute, and turned his head to say to his brother Ifu, "My brother, the legal heir of this territory, as the master and the noble Germanic nobles, we cannot treat this guest from afar too harshly, so I suggest using other methods to repay the gambling money. What do you think?"

"Oh?" Yifu looked at the delicate younger brother in front of him with interest. Although he felt that Aruod was very polite, he took care of his face and did not object immediately.

"Su, what should I do?" The English mercenary nodded happily after hearing this and asked the young mediator in front of him.

"To pay your debts, join our Wendell family army and serve my brother for a year, what do you think?"

Arod deliberately raised his tone so that the people in this tavern could hear their words clearly.

"Do you offer my sword?" The English mercenary frowned and tried hard to express the correct Germanic tone.

"Hmph, I don't need a mercenary to fight for money." Ifu raised his chin and said proudly, but before his words could be finished, Sir Wendell's calm and steady voice rang out.

"I think you should consider your brother's advice again." Sir Wendell walked in from the crowd, and people saw their lord's arrival and quickly took off their felt hats or lowered their heads to show respect.

"Well, that's fine." Even though the arrogant Ruyifu faced the actual ruler of this territory, his father had to bow his head when he walked rudely to the mercenary and asked casually, "Your name is mercenary?"

"The nest is called Marcos, who is good at using swords and long-handled hook axes." Marcos didn't care about Iv's attitude. The nobles were so arrogant. There was no better thing for a mercenary who was sleeping in the open and indifferent than finding an employer.

"Welcome to join the Wendell family's army." Compared to Ifu's rude attitude, Arod showed much friendliness. Arod, whose soul comes from the 21st century, has no concept of class. He only knows that the strength of this mercenary is not inferior to his brother. If Marcos can be conquered, he will definitely help him in the future.

Sir Wendell was very satisfied that mercenaries could join his ranks. The recruitment of peasant soldiers was only summoned to deal with feudal obligations. In fact, most of the combat-capable mercenaries in the army of various feudal lords were mercenaries. Compared with the unwilling and ready to escape, mercenaries who took the employer's money were more reliable.

As soon as the English mercenary Marcos joined the Wendell's team, he was recognized by Sir Wendell as the coach for training recruits. Mercenaries with rich combat experience quickly entered the role. In a few days, the listless farmers were trained by Marcos and became even more depressed. This made Sir Wendell's family feel very depressed. The complaining farmers complained to the Jazz, believing that the damn Englishman was planning to prevent everyone from going to the battlefield, and Arod believed that if he didn't practice now, he would die.

"Father, that stupid Englishman, is about to drive our farmers crazy. He must stop this stupid behavior." Ifu strode to his father and said dissatisfiedly. At this time, in the open space of the house, Marcos was waving his short and thick wooden sticks in high spirits, driving the farmers who were helping the stones on his legs to run away. Those who were slightly behind would be taught a lesson by him with a big stick.

"Please come here, Lord Marcos." Sir Wendell didn't understand why the mercenary did not teach the peasant soldiers to line up, but instead made them run like crazy. After all, Sir Wendell was also a nobleman who had received orthodox military training. Today, his eldest son's doubts were also what he wanted to ask.

"Sir, sir." Since Marcos established an employment relationship with the Wendell family, he has respected the people of the Wendell family very much. According to him, this is the tradition of mercenaries.

"Why don't you train soldiers to form an array?" Sir Wendell asked.

"Si is like this. Their battle is very bad. They will definitely be able to fight against him. They must be fast." Marcos said in unskilled Germanic language. It took a long time for Wendell's people to understand what he meant. It turned out that according to Marcos' standards, these thin peasants were too weak in physical strength and will. If they encountered experienced warriors in battle, they would definitely be defeated like cutting melons. The combat skills cannot be increased in the short term, so it is better to think about how to preserve their strength.

"What, what a bullshit theory is this? The farmers we want to train will not run away. You can make these guys run faster." After hearing Marcos' words, Ifu's face turned red like a lobster. He rudely cursed and spitted the stars everywhere.

Sir Wendell frowned after hearing this. In fact, Marcos was right, but the plan he thought was completely the way of fighting was the mercenary, while the aristocrats' combat methods were completely different. Even the nobles asked their recruited infantry to line up in neat rows, and their real intention was not to start completely from a military perspective. Their real intention was to drive these reluctant farmers to the battlefield and prevent them from running away in chaos.

"Father, please look at this issue from a different perspective." Arod, who was standing next to Sir Wendell, holding his father's sword, keenly noticed the Jazz's dissatisfaction, and he quickly said to Sir Wendell.

"Oh? Arod, do you have any suggestions." Since Sir Wendell discovered that his youngest son fell off his horse, he was obviously much smarter and often had special skills. This completely different eldest son's rough personality made him often willing to discuss things with Arod and listen to Arod's good suggestions.

"What Lord Marcos said is not without reason. Our family is the last vassal of Duke Mason. Not only does it have heavy cavalry teams, but it cannot even be equipped with medium-sized infantry. Therefore, even on the regular battlefield, it cannot control the development of the battle situation. Since this is the case, why not train these peasants to weaken the enemy's stragglers, which can save our family's strength and help the Duke." Arod said loudly.

"Skies?" Sir Wendell had never heard of this tactic. He looked at his young son with suspicion, and Ifu had long sneered at it, believing that Aruod was just a sensational one.

"That's right, look." Aruod said as he squatted on the ground and started fiddling with him. The others unconsciously surrounded him. Aruod picked up many small stones on the ground and arranged them into two camps. One side was arranged with dense square formations, while the other side was loose.

"Oh? Is this a simulated war?" Sir Wendell saw Arod fiddling with small stones. He was experienced in the war and immediately realized that it was a simulated positional war.

"Yes, my father, please see, the Zuo Army is in an orderly lineup, and their marching speed must be very slow. Although it is very powerful when fighting head-on, as long as you don't get close to them, the Zuo Army will have no choice." Aruod carefully analyzed to his father and brother.

"Hmph, if you don't get close to your opponent, how can you hit them? What's more, you're so loose about your own people, and those farmers will sneak away when you don't pay attention." Yifu said disdainfully.

"Use ranged weapons." Aroud raised his head and said to Ifu.

"Long-range weapons? What to use? Are bows and arrows?" Sir Wendell shook his head when he heard this. This was really unrealistic. You should know that there were only two bows in his family's arsenal, and bows and arrows were even more of a consumable. The large-scale use of bows and arrows is not something that a small family like them can afford. What's more, the use of bows and arrows requires long-term practice, and it is not something that farmers who pick up farm tools can master.

"Well, use a slingshot." Originally, Arod wanted to suggest his father to build a slinger who used javelins like the Roman light infantry, but looking at the thin farmers, he knew that these people did not have the power to project powerful javelins, so he thought of using a slingshot when he was a child. As long as the materials were good, he could make a more powerful slingshot.

"Slingshot? What is that?" Everyone was shocked. They had never heard of such things. There was no such word in the Germanic language at that time. Aruod had to spend a lot of words to explain that this was a weapon equivalent to a stone-capping rope, but it was even more powerful.

"If you use long-range weapons, it can indeed reduce our human mortality rate. But I am worried that our people will not be firm in fighting." Sir Wendell touched his chin and began to be moved by the tactics of his young son. The death of a farmer would reduce the income of his territory. If he had not had to fulfill his feudal obligations, he would not be willing to recruit these people to fight for himself.

"Hmph." Yifu squeezed forward in dissatisfaction. He picked up a big stone and smashed it hard among the straitors, and then said in a rough voice, "If the enemy has cavalry, they will soon break into the straitors, and then your tricks will not be useful at all."

"That's right, so we have to divide ours into three teams, including father, Yifu and I, each leading four people, so that no matter who suffers a blow, others can also provide support."
Chapter completed!