160 – Receive new recruits (3)
After the banquet was over and the minimum cleanup was done, I herded the newly enlisted mercenaries into the training ground and beat them until they were on the verge of death. It started.
“Guardian gymnastics number 8! How many?”
“Oh! Number 8!!”
“Good! Perform 8 exercises 40 times! “The last command is not included!”
However, in the training up to now, I have taken on the role of trainer and instructor, running the guys over there until they are worn out.
I don’t know about new recruits, but I think there will be a backlash if even guys who fart in other mercenary units call it ‘training’ and act like dogs, so now I’m training with them.
‘It may be weak new recruits, but experienced soldiers who use Auras may protest as a group.’
So, the person currently acting as an instructor is Otto, who is in charge of the mercenary unit.
“Oh! “Do 8 exercises 40 times!”
At the same time as I said those words, I placed my back on the ground and moved my legs left and right, stretching them high in the sky in a more exemplary posture than Otto, who was in charge of the instructor.
Every time I swing my legs left and right and stop, the recoil from the weights on both legs is very heavy.
‘I’m wearing a weight of 46kg with both legs alone, right?’
I feel like I want to remove the weight now, but when I reach the level of expert, I will have a power that surpasses human power even without using aurors…
Moreover, in the current training, it is possible to use Aurors, so proper training can only be achieved by imposing a burden that exceeds human limits.
Of course, if I were to ask other guys who had just awakened as Aurors to undergo the same training as me, it would be a good idea for the group to break their limbs and become disabled.
The weight was adjusted to some extent to suit each person’s level and ability.
“One, two, one!”
I had a hard time doing the guerrilla exercises from 1 to 7 just now, but even so, the guys next to me started moaning too quickly.
“One, ugh, one!”
After about 20 episodes, Otto began to give sermons based on grit and effort, like a guerrilla instructor.
“Every drop of sweat you shed right now will lower your chances of dying in war as much as possible!”
I’m dying from exhaustion, but hearing stories like this really drives me crazy.
Still, giving them this kind of training and constantly explaining why they have to behave like dogs prevents them from feeling unfairly that they are receiving ‘unreasonable training’…
“In addition, Captain Martin, who reached the level of Intermediate Expert at the age of 24, said that Aurors and physical strength are like a well. In other words, you have to train like scooping it out until it dries out to become stronger!”
This is a saying based on my own experience gained while fighting in real combat, and is a proverb that is common sense among mercenaries.
“So, hold on to your evil spirit. Do you understand?”
We couldn’t even respond properly to those words, so we continued to give commands and successfully completed 40 exercises of number 8.
Originally, at this point, it would have been possible for someone to misplace the ‘last’ command and cause a disaster, but I’m holding back because doing something like that during exercise 8 against seniors and not new recruits could result in a stabbing.
‘Instead, you can do it with a canter or a mock battle.’
Once exercise number 8 was over, the mercenaries began to gasp.
“f*ck, I thought I was going to die.”
“I’m glad no one managed to give the last command at number 40 this time.”
“There are no Aurors left, damn it…”
As the seniors were shouting that they were going to kill me, the evil Otto pointed at Hilde and grinned.
“Attention!”
The eyes of the seniors, who had completely become accustomed to the concept of ‘trainees’ during guerrilla training, turned to Hilde.
“Century Hilde Bauman over there is an expert, but she’s a woman! However, he follows all training harder than anyone else. “Because she has a woman’s body, no one will say anything even if she lags a little behind in this training, but have you guys ever seen Hilde fall behind in training even once?”
The guy who had pouted at those words also changed his expression again.
“Ha, you really have to work hard.”
Another guy clenched his fists and steeled his resolve.
“I may have a low level, but I can’t lose to a woman, damn it… I have pride as a man.”
In general, mercenaries long for living like real men, and those who are not ‘macho’ are almost eliminated.
That’s why one of the harshest insults among mercenaries is to call someone a b*tch and criticize them for being unmanly.
And yet, in a situation where the intensity of training is adjusted to suit one’s level, do you find yourself left out?
This will hurt your pride, which is as important as your life.
‘Also, there are no problems as the other instructors walking around take care of those who look like they might be hurt or are injured and take them out.’
“No, f*ck!”
“It’s great to see that you still have enough stamina to curse at the instructor! It was great! Get ready for gymnastics number 9 right away! Ready for number 9!”
“Evil!”
As I was getting ready to participate in gymnastics number 9, I heard someone calling me from next to me.
“Captain, the Montmartre guys have something they want to tell you!”
Hearing those words, Otto and other seniors turned their heads toward the voice.
One guy opened his eyes wide and looked puzzled.
“The Montmartre bastard is coming all the way to Heineburg to make a request even though we aren’t looking for work? “What is this? This is my first time hearing something like this.”
The other guy smiled while shedding a tear.
“f*ck, yeah. “Now that I’ve joined this mercenary group, I’m sure I’ll be blooming now, right?”
In a way, you can only think that the ‘Montmartre’ guys came all the way here and tried to request us, but…
If you look at the situation from a more three-dimensional perspective, several prerequisites must be met for this to be realized.
First of all, our reputation must be widely known to the high-ranking people of Montmartre, and we must be well-respected among them…
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‘There is nothing happier than this for a mercenary who makes a living off of fame, Am.’
I sighed and smiled.
“Huh, have we grown that much already? “This is such an auspicious day, isn’t it?”
The eyes of the trainees, except Hilde, are all turned towards me.
‘You’re asking me to finish my training on such an unexpected note, right?’
But now, our mercenaries need to strengthen their capabilities through ‘training’, so we can’t just stop training because of something like this, right?
Ah, this is definitely not me being grumpy because I’m angry because I’m training with those guys.
It’s all about love for our friends from a national perspective.
“It is good that the reputation of our mercenary corps is known all the way to Montmartre and we have received a request like this, but at times like this, we must focus more on training. “That way you can perform better in real life, right, Otto?”
The Otto guy wearing a red or black hat grinned.
“I will do it in moderation.”
Looking at that very evil smile, it looks like he has no intention of doing anything moderate.
Child, I liked it.
I’ll see you later, after the trainees are finished training and I switch roles with Otto and put on my instructor’s hat.
“Take it easy, I’m going to have a chat with the Montmartre guys.”
And before leaving, I decided to throw a carrot to everyone, including the veteran soldiers, on this happy occasion.
“After today’s training, we have drinks and meat. Those who want to go out for the second time should claim public funds, and that’s it.”
Then I washed my body with water and changed into my armor.
As I was walking to where the mercenary headquarters tent was, I saw new recruits rolling around in a large vacant lot.
Unlike the veteran trainees, the new soldiers, most of whom were serfs, did not wear weights…
It was more like chaos than just a place where senior soldiers had gathered.
One soldier stopped in the middle of a canter and was nauseous.
“Please save me, wow..”
The guy who was nauseous like that was immediately taken to the teaching assistant and given some rest.
“No. 52 Excluded! Lie down on the floor and take a deep breath! I will be able to run more once my condition calms down. “Can you do it?”
“Evil!”
And Baker, who is in charge of training the new recruits, is at the head of the canter, scratching the insides of the recruits.
“When they were having fun with a prostitute four days ago, weren’t they a lot more violent than this? Is it only this much? Are you kidding? “Are you still a man?”
I’m glad to see a look of satisfaction on his face.
Once that bastard is done with his role as a teaching assistant, he should behave like a dog.
“And the wizards and archers are also training. I hope everyone is doing well.”
Archers may be training quite intensively, but wizards basically do nothing but sit at a desk and do research.
So, now that you are in the early stages of training, you will be training at an almost light fitness level.
With that thought in mind, I took steps and arrived inside the headquarters tent, where, as I expected, there was a person sitting who looked quite tall.
“Hello, Captain Martin Mayer. The reason we came today is because we want your mercenary unit to participate in the war against the Kingdom of Barcelo. Would you like to do so?”
“I will first listen to the detailed story and make a decision.”