What kind of expression would Narant have?
Laughing, of course!
When he saw nearly two hundred people standing over Quint from a distance, he almost couldn't help laughing.
Fortunately, after enduring it again and again, he stopped laughing.
Just holding back laughter is actually a painful thing, more painful than holding back pain, so Nalant's expression at this time was indescribably weird.
"Narant, are you okay!" Boris also saw the situation on the other side, but he didn't feel much. He was not prepared to compare with Quint.
But when he looked towards Nalant, he happened to see Nalant's somewhat distorted expression, and he immediately became worried.
"Actually, Nalant, you don't have to worry about this. After all, he is the second son of the earl. Although he is an illegitimate son, his background is much deeper than that of us little nobles. Now that you have sugar, in four or five years, I believe it will definitely I won’t lose to him!”
Boris naturally mistook Nalant's expression as aggrieved, and immediately comforted him sympathetically.
"Phew!" Nalant took a deep breath and nodded, "Boris, you are right, I was too impatient!"
"Haha, Nalant, just look away. You are only sixteen years old. At your age, I was still wandering around the Tulip City all day long!" Boris finally felt relieved when he saw that he had calmed down.
"Haha! Boris! In fact, I also want to linger in Tulip City like you, but I don't have the strength yet!" Nalant smiled, "Let's go over and take a look at Quint. I didn't expect him to bring him." So many people are coming!”
With that said, Nalant took Boris towards the buffer zone.
"Haha, Sir Narant, yesterday you told me that you and Boris were going to conduct an exercise here. I specially brought some of my subordinates to watch. I hope to gain some experience from your exercise. You won't mind, right? ?”
When Quint saw Narant and Boris coming to the buffer zone, he naturally would not miss this opportunity to ridicule.
"Baron Quint, of course I don't mind, but you, a baron, can't afford to have so many guards! They should be seconded from the Black Iron Earl!" Nalant said with a stern face. , opened his mouth sourly and made a feeble rebuttal.
"Haha! Sir Narant, you don't need to worry about this! You'd better start practicing quickly, otherwise it will be dark later."
It was already late when Nalant and others set off, and the journey took more than an hour. It was already evening.
"Then Baron Quint, just watch carefully. Sometimes more numbers may not necessarily be useful. It also depends on the combat effectiveness of the guards!"
"Ha ha!"
The more Narant said this, the more Quint felt that Narant was angry with him at this time. Instead of answering Narant's words, he laughed heartily, and the fat on his body was like waves with the laughter. Folding undulations.
"Laugh! Laugh as hard as you can! If you laugh so happily now, you will probably cry so hard at night!" Nalant didn't stay any longer, silently murmured in his heart, and returned to the edge of the territory with Boris.
"Boris, I have a request that I hope you can agree to!" Returning to the edge of the territory, Nalant spoke to Boris.
"Narant, tell me!"
"I hope that during this afternoon's drill, all your guards will be under my command!" Nalant said.
"There's no problem with this, Narant!" Boris had no objection. Instead, he was happy and relaxed. Now that the summer is hot, staying in the open space and commanding the guards wearing armor is like roasting meat in a tin can.
"Then it's settled!"
Next, Nalant was not polite. After Boris hid under the shade of a tree to enjoy the shade, he began to give instructions.
In order to avoid consuming too much strength of the soldiers, Narant ordered the guards to temporarily take off heavy equipment such as leather armor and helmets.
"Now, everyone line up!"
As the guards put their leather helmets back on, Narante began giving orders again.
Although Boris's guards had not undergone strict formation training, they still knew how to stand side by side, and they immediately stood in line after hearing the order.
Of course, when compared with Quirk and other twenty people, the difference is still very obvious.
Now that they have taken off their leather armor and other equipment, all the guards are now wearing linen shorts. Narant's guards still look energetic, but Boris's guards are like ordinary villagers, standing crookedly. , seems a bit messy.
"It seems that when I go back this time, I have to ask Nalant to teach me how to train the guards no matter what!" Boris, who was hiding in the shade of the tree, saw this scene and his old face turned red. After all, comparison is harmful. .
Narant didn't know what Boris was thinking. After the guards stood in line, he said loudly: "Now everyone listen to my order. When I say run, you will follow this big flag and move forward to buffer." Lead the charge and remember, don’t mess up the formation, don’t fall behind, don’t crowd and push!”
"Now, everyone, follow me...run!"
With that said, Nalant took the lead and started running, carrying a flag without any logo, just a simple flag cut from red cloth.
Although they didn’t know what Nalant’s intention was, each of the guards honestly started running after hearing the order.
However, it is naturally impossible for Boris's guards to avoid chaos except for Narant's subordinates.
After running more than ten meters, the formation of the team became chaotic.
"Ouch! Feli, you idiot, watch it and don't step on my feet! It's so hot, why are you running so fast!"
"Didn't you see that Sir Narante's flag has gone far? Let's not fall behind!"
"It's broad daylight now. Where can I fall behind? It's only a mile away!"
For a moment, Boris's guards seemed to have really become a mob, jostling each other, talking and laughing while running.
"Okay, now line up again!"
Narant saw the state of Boris's guards in his eyes, but he didn't say anything. He just stopped in the center of the buffer zone and once again arranged the chaotic guards in order.
After hearing this, the guards could only arrange themselves again.
"Very good. Now, as with the previous request, everyone will follow me and run back to their original positions. Remember to maintain formation and don't crowd and push."
With that said, Nalant started running again, and a group of guards followed him again.
This second run was the same as before, and the guard team was still in chaos.
When they arrived at the starting point, Nalant still said nothing and just repeated the previous order.
"run!"
The guards cheered and started running again.
“What is this Narant doing?”
Boris was a little confused, where was the promised drill?
Shouldn't it be a battle drill like the one in the morning?
Just running around noisily with a group of subordinates like this would not hone any combat effectiveness at all.
"It's really ridiculous. A useless second son with no ability actually wants to show off his power in front of me!"
Quint laughed out loud when he saw this scene. He knew that Nalant deliberately performed exercises in this fringe area to show off his power to him.
Therefore, it actually doesn't matter whether it is a performance or not. It is very likely that Narante did not prepare the content of the exercise from the beginning. After all, what kind of war strategy can his useless second son know?
Now that his numerical advantage was directly being pushed to the ground and rubbed against him, he probably had no choice but to show off on purpose, running with the guards in formation, pretending to be a nobleman who knew how to lead troops in war.
"Let's see how long you can keep pretending!" Quint was not in a hurry. The anger he had suppressed for a long time these days finally came out. He was sitting under the shade of the tree, eating the fruit handed by the servant, and watching Na. Lant's 'poor performance'.
The worse Narante performs, the stronger his sense of superiority becomes.
