Jerusalem.
Constance Manor.
Ryan watched Model train the new recruits with some boredom.
Line up, march with sticks, turn left and right, squat and stand up...
It was a mess, making the originally clean and tidy manor full of dust.
"Everyone, stand where you are until the church bells ring!"
Model shouted with a serious face.
Under the scorching sun, the heavily armed recruits were sweating profusely.
If it weren't for the higher salary offered by the Constance Manor and the food far exceeding that of the soldiers recruited in Jerusalem, these people would not be able to endure this boring training anyway.
In their view, this training is useless.
It's not as useful as holding a wooden sword and slashing at the target.
A full quarter of an hour later, the church bells rang.
The recruits immediately let out a sigh of relief and squatted or sat on the ground.
"Remove armor and rest!"
Model ordered.
"Next, I will teach you how to maintain your armor and weapons. I think you should be very clear about the value of these things. They are also the basis for your survival on the battlefield!"
The recruits looked stern, of course they knew how much a piece of armor was worth.
Normally, it is impossible for the lords to give them armor. This is a treatment that only the lord's personal guards can have.
This is one of the reasons why recruits endure this kind of training.
Ryan watched Model explain these basic knowledge and sat lazily on the ground.
After a while, the explanation ended.
The new recruits began the long process of "penalty standing" again.
"I know that your purpose is to train the 'discipline' of these armored sergeants so that they can use their arms and fingers on the battlefield so that they will not be easily routed by the cavalry."
"But this kind of training is really boring, and the people brought from Austria are useless."
Model frowned and said: "Ryan, training the new army is a boring task, but you have to know that this new army will be the team of you and me in the future. The quality of training is related to our future future. "
A trace of heat flashed in Model's eyes: "Don't you want to be like those knights, wearing bright armor and walking on the battlefield?"
"I think about it, but you have also seen that these idiots can't even tell the difference between left and right, and they are all messed up every time they practice, like a frightened sheep. With this look, how can you satisfy the adults?"
"Then practice more!"
Model gritted his teeth.
The training of this group of recruits is indeed somewhat unsatisfactory, because although they are strong and strong, most of them are illiterate, and very few of them have attended church schools.
If there is no distinction between left and right, how can we form a dense queue and move forward together?
At this time, in the streets and alleys, there was a sound of horse hooves.
A knight wearing Saracen-style black scale armor slowly walked into the manor under the surprised eyes of Ryan and Model.
"Stop comers, this is Lord Lothar's manor!"
Ryan and Model immediately picked up their weapons and surrounded them.
Several local residents standing guard also followed with weapons in hand.
"We've only been separated for half a month, and you don't even recognize me?"
A familiar voice sounded.
The knight took off the mask and turban around his face: "Ryan, Model, and my subjects, long time no see."
He turned his attention to the recruits who were doing standing training.
Although their faces were full of surprise and curiosity, they did not disperse and gathered around to watch the fun.
"First meeting, my soldiers, I am your lord and object of allegiance, and I am also the employer who pays your salary. You have trained well, keep up the good work."
Hans, Prajna and Fringilla slowly walked into the manor at this time.
"Long time no see, my dear brothers!"
With tears in his eyes, Hans hugged Ryan and Model.
"Well... long time no see."
The two were taken aback by Hans' enthusiasm.
"Brothers, find a few reliable people to carry the cargo carried by the horses, and then take good care of these poor big animals."
Hans, who no longer had to do menial work, felt relieved.
"Model, you continue training. Ryan, come with me. I need to find out what happened in the manor recently."
"Sir, please follow me first."
Ryan took Lothar to the warehouse, pointed to the neatly displayed ordnance here and said: "Here are a hundred iron spear heads, skinned round shields, sixty kite-shaped shields, and several pieces of armor used to repair the armor. Hammer, more than ten hammers with one hand.”
"There are also three sets of bows and two crossbows."
Pope Innocent III once issued a ban on crossbows, strictly prohibiting the use of crossbows against Christian brothers, but few feudal monarchs would take this matter to heart.
What's more, this is Jerusalem, and the people Lothar wants to fight against with crossbows are also pagans.
"It's done well. It's enough if you have bows and crossbows. You don't have to invest a lot of energy. At present, the main thing is to train armored sergeants."
Lothar does not plan to form large-scale light infantry units.
This time he raided the castle of Kaukeb and gained a lot of wealth. To form it, he had to form the king of this era, the heavy armored cavalry.
He also didn't plan to form a cavalry archer.
One is that the training is more difficult. If you are not a nomad, if you want to master the martial arts of riding and shooting, even if you stop your horse and shoot on horseback, you will have to spend a lot of training.
Furthermore, the mounted archery of this era was useless because the range of the mounted bow was far inferior to that of the infantry bow and it was difficult to penetrate heavy armor.
The strength of the Tatar cavalry lies in their advanced organizational form and the extremely high mobility achieved by mainly cavalry units, rather than in their bow cavalry.
Among the Tatar cavalry, there is a considerable part of the heavy armored cavalry, and the armor rate of the troops is much higher than that of most armies of this era, including the Crusaders.
It cannot be said that the Crusader cavalry was defeated by the Tatar cavalry, the Tatar cavalry was defeated by the Mamluks, and the Mamluk cavalry was defeated by the Crusaders.
It is ridiculous to conclude that the Crusader cavalry is smaller than the Tatar cavalry, smaller than the Mamluks, and smaller than the Crusader cavalry.
To use an inappropriate analogy, the Crusader cavalry is the Tiger tank, and the Tatar cavalry is the T34. Both have their own advantages and disadvantages.
But judging from this era, it is absolutely impossible for the Crusader knights, who are loosely organized, advocate personal heroism, and have rigid tactics, to defeat the Tatar cavalry.
After leaving the warehouse, Lothar followed Ryan to observe the training of the armored sergeants, and couldn't help but nodded secretly.
Unlike Ryan and Model's high demands, Lothar knew that it was pretty good to be able to recruit and train such a team in just half a month.
And many of these sergeants have seen blood.
The pilgrim's road is full of dangers. To reach the Holy Land alive, luck and ability are indispensable.
Lothar patted Ryan on the shoulder: "You did a good job. After the training is over, we will buy some seeds and farm tools. By the way, we will see if there are any blacksmiths and carpenters. The blacksmith shops and workshops in the manor cannot be left abandoned like this."
"Is there someone to take care of the stables? These delicate animals must be taken care of urgently. If they get sick, they must be isolated in time."
Lothar was chattering.
Outside the manor, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves.
The royal knight of Jerusalem, wearing a red and white smock, stopped at the door of the manor and said in a hurry: "Knight Lothar, His Majesty has summoned you and wants you to come to the palace immediately."
Lothar said quickly: "I understand, please let me change my clothes first."
The knight shook his head and said, "No need. After you enter the palace, someone will take care of you to bathe and change your clothes."
