Chapter Thirty-Five Takeover

  Deane had a considerable impression of the militiamen in front of him - of course, not now, but in the future!

  This young man named Xiren, a hunter by origin, was just like the other militia from Tiel who served under Feicharen, but this young man had considerable talent, whether in leadership or swordsmanship; and had once shone with his own light during the Blood Moon War.

  Unfortunately, however, this young man had just begun to make a name for himself when he was killed in action due to an error in intelligence; the day before his death, he had just received baptism and become a true knight.

  Of course, that mistake was naturally intentional on the part of the original Moldt.

  This tax official who was already killed by Dean at this time absolutely did not allow any forces that do not belong to him to intervene in the Fachauren Knights.

  Although after the other's death, the thorough investigation of the Jade Emperor, the young man's deeds were proclaimed and recognized as a baron.

  But man had long since died, and even if he were recognized again, what would be the use?

  But this time, it's different!

  Dein sized up the young man with 'knight qualifications' and had already classified him as his own - Molder was dead, and he would definitely be more brilliant than in history; whether it was his personal strength or his ability to command troops, they were all what Dein needed now.

  In fact, Deneen needs everything now - whether it's talent or wealth.

  For that less-than-one-year war!

  A damn war!

  Of course, Dean wouldn't say anything more to the young man in front of him. For convenience, he still spoke with a noble tone, slowly and clearly asking: "Soldier, what's your name?"

  "West, West Lyon, Sir Knight!"

  The young militiaman stuttered out a reply - it was obviously a great honor to be asked his name by a noble, and he was somewhat awestruck.

  "Alright! Siren, gather all the soldiers now, I have something to announce!"

  Dean nodded and gave such an order.

  The young militiamen and their companions exchanged a glance and immediately ran towards the military camp, in no time, the alarm bell of the military camp appeared.

  Clang, clang!

  No melodious chime of the Central Plaza's great bell in Jade Capital, but instead, this military camp's bell sound is more urgent and jarring.

  After a while, all the militiamen began to gather in the square in front of the barracks, of course, don't expect so-called 'formation' anymore.

  Being able to stand shoulder to shoulder, and not being cut down in a chaotic manner, Dean was already satisfied.

  And this was not the credit of that predecessor of Fitcher's, but the skill inherited by these young people from their parents - with just a glance, Dean could be sure that this was an alert formation for hunters entering the mountain.

  Although it can't compare with the real Knights' squad, it's still better than nothing, isn't it?

  Moreover, the real knightly squadrons, in this snow-covered Thiel, are not seen to be of much use - here, the function of warhorses has been reduced to a minimum.

  Except for a few special and numbered places, even the former Fuehrer of the Knights Templar had to walk.

  There is no real queue and naturally there is no so-called reporting of numbers.

  However, Dean, standing on the stage, had already counted the entire Knights' number in silence.

  "There were thirty-one people in total..."

  Dean sighed silently in his heart, it was obviously impossible to deal with a war with such a number of people; however, what if the full-strength Ficharen Knights were here?

  According to the title and territory of Baron Thyre, a local knight's team should have around 100 people.

  But one hundred people, thrown into a battlefield of tens of thousands, can only splash up a few waves, unless the one hundred people are all knight-level, it is possible to serve as a vanguard and turn the tide of the entire war.

  But let alone Thirled, even the Jade Kingdom doesn't have a hundred-man knight squad like this.

  Although it has been in the legend before, but that is just a legend.

  As for the legend of 'Empress Ailuro', almost everyone in the Emerald Kingdom has heard it, but probably only children believe it.

  And as children grow up, such stories will also be denied from the bottom of their hearts.

  After all, it's impossible for hundreds of 'cross-domain' knights to exist, let alone the fact that although knights can jump higher than ordinary people, wanting to 'cross the sky' is simply a joke.

  Dein admired the 'Empress' who had saved the entire Jade Kingdom from the brink of collapse, but he didn't believe in that 'crossing the sky' legend - as a former Golden Strongman, Dein knew very well that only when one reached the Golden level could humans truly break free from the earth's constraints.

  And a hundred golden knights, apparently was a joke.

  Even if you add up all the top-level Golden Rankers in Goertz, it's probably still not enough!

  "We must expand our numbers!"

  Dean thought so in his heart and made further modifications to his plan, but on the surface, he still showed the demeanor of a noble from the Emerald City.

  Since these militiamen had already misunderstood, Dean didn't mind letting their misunderstanding deepen a bit, after all, this was of great help to his next plan.

  "Gentlemen, I have no choice but to announce that I have temporarily become your new captain - of course, when Captain Potts returns, I will hand over the position of captain to him; however, during this period, I am your captain! Therefore, you need to obey my orders, and anyone who dares to disobey..."

  Dein didn't finish, but the militiamen present nodded in agreement - although during their service in the Knights' Order, these young people hadn't learned any other useful skills, they had gained a lot of insight into human nature; at least, they were much stronger than a simple mountain man.

  "Great!"

  Seeing the militiamen nodding in agreement, Dean nodded his head in apparent satisfaction. He began to pace slowly on the makeshift platform - a simple frame made of several wooden planks. Standing on it was no problem, but trying to pace on it as if he were on a reviewing stand was clearly impossible.

  So Dean just walked a few steps back and forth several times and also stopped such futile action.

  But in the eyes of the militia below the stage, it was not the case. Such elegant yet dignified movements, they had only seen on their own lord, that baron; and even... more impressive than that baron - several younger militiamen added in their hearts.

  So when Dean produced a temporary commission written out by Potts the next moment, no militiaman demurred.

  Against Dean's expectations, he simply became the highest leader of the entire Knights Order.

  In this regard, Dean once again despised Potsdam's abrupt style of doing things, and apart from those attendants, there was not a single person who was close to him.

  "If it weren't for the fact that his martial arts skills far surpass others, he would have probably been killed a long time ago!"

  Deane thought so too, and then took up the appointment of Potts' 'writing' - this was of course false, but really, the next step would have been.

  "Xī lún, xī lún!" = "Western Orchid, Western Orchid!"

  Deen stood at the front of the ranks and shouted loudly.

  "Here! Here! I'm here, Sir Knight!"

  A young militiaman squeezed out of the crowd and stood before Dean.

  "Where is Captain Potts' room? Take me there! And remember, from now on, address me as Captain!"

  Deen said, the young militiaman immediately took the lead, however, Deen did not really enter Potts' room, but only stood at the door and glanced around before returning to the front of the column.

  "Now, I want you to report your names and positions! Xileng, you start!"

  Dean glanced around at the young people present and then his gaze fell on Xiren again.

  "Yes, Captain... Squadron Leader - Xiren, sir!"

  The young militiaman spoke first.

  "Ack, Captain!"

  Another young militiaman also stood up.

  "Chad, infantry!"

  "March, auxiliary troops!"

  ……

  The militiamen in front of him reported their names and positions one by one, while Dean quickly memorized them. When the last voice fell, he had already remembered the simple information of the 31 people in front of him - this was not too difficult a task, as being an assassin required having good memory as a basic skill.

  "Xilun, is it your turn today?"

  Dean asked.

  "Yes, Captain!"

  The young militia captain nodded, but the next moment, he became somewhat flustered, because in front of him, his new battalion commander furrowed his brow, and the expression on his face seemed to be slightly dissatisfied - towards this young nobleman with an extremely large background, even Colonel Pots was willing to provoke, but could only be placed far away, Xiren's heart was filled with considerable fear.

  After all, they had all seen Ryder's miserable appearance that day.

  The nobility is the most moody person!

  Moreover, with such a famous saying from Teal'c in front of him, Xiren became even more cautious.

  Just as Xi Leng was about to be overwhelmed by inexplicable fear, Dean spoke up again.

  "What's wrong with your clothes? Where is your cotton-padded jacket? Why aren't you wearing a cotton-padded jacket?"

  Dean asked in apparent puzzlement.

  At this moment, Xi Lun was stunned, and the militiamen behind him were also stunned.

  After a long time, Xilun finally stuttered and said: "Colonel Potts said that this is the experience of young people..."

  "Fart!"

  Dean cut off the other person's words directly.

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