Warlords: Rise From the Land of Doom

What will Narant look like?

Laughing out loud, of course!

When he saw nearly two hundred people standing over Quint's side from a distance, he almost couldn't help laughing.

Fortunately, he endured and endured, and then he stopped laughing.

Just holding back a laugh is actually a painful thing, even more painful than holding back the pain, so Narant's expression at this time is indescribably weird.

"Narant, are you alright!" Boris also saw the situation on the other side, but he didn't feel anything, and he wasn't going to compare anything with Quint.

It's just that when he turned his gaze towards Narant, he happened to see Narant's somewhat distorted expression, and immediately became worried.

"Actually, Narant, you don't need to care about this. He is the second son of the earl after all. Although he is an illegitimate son, his background is much deeper than our little aristocrats. I won't lose to him!"

Boris naturally regarded Narant's expression as aggrieved, and comforted him sympathetically.

"Phew!" Narant took a deep breath and nodded, "Boris, you're right, I was in a hurry!"

"Hehe, Narant, you can look away. You are only sixteen years old. I am still lingering in Tulip City all day long at your age!" Boris finally felt relieved when he saw him relax.

"Haha! Boris! Actually, I want to linger in Tulip City like you, but I don't have the strength yet!" So many people come here!"

With that said, Narant took Boris towards the buffer zone.

"Haha, Sir Narant, you told me yesterday that you are going to have a drill with Boris here. I specially brought some subordinates to watch it, hoping to gain some experience from your drills. Would you mind? ?"

Quint saw that Narant and Boris came to the buffer zone, and naturally he would not miss this opportunity to ridicule.

"Baron Quint, of course I wouldn't mind. However, with so many guards, you, a baron, must not be able to afford it! It should be borrowed from the Earl of Black Iron!" , Sour mouthed and made a weak rebuttal.

"Haha! Sir Narant, you don't have to worry about it! You should start the exercise quickly, or it will be dark later."

It was already late when Narant and the others set off, and it took more than an hour to get there, and it was already evening.

"Then Baron Quint, you should take a good look at it. Sometimes a large number may not 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 annoyed by himself at this time. Instead of answering Narant's words, he laughed happily, and the fat on his body was like a wave with the laughter. Fold ups and downs.

"Laugh! Laugh hard! How happy you are now, how sad you will be crying at night!" Narant didn't stay any longer, muttered in his heart, and returned to the edge of the territory with Boris.

"Boris, I have a request I hope you can agree to!" Narant said to Boris when he returned to the edge of the territory.

"Narant, you say it!"

"I hope that during the exercise this afternoon, all your guards will be under my command!" Narant said.

"There's no problem with this, Narant!" Boris had no objection, but he was relieved. Now that the summer is hot, wearing armor and commanding the guards in the open space is like roasting meat in a tin can.

"Then it's settled!"

Next, Narant was also welcome, and when Boris hid in the shade of a tree aside, he began to command.

In order not to consume too much energy from the soldiers, Narant ordered the guards to temporarily take off the heavy equipment such as leather armor and helmets.

"Now, all line up!"

When the guards put their leather helmets in place, Narrant began giving orders again.

Although Boris's guards have not undergone strict formation training, they still know how to stand side by side, and stand in line immediately after hearing the order.

Of course, the difference is still very obvious when compared with Quick and other twenty people.

Now that they have taken off their leather armor and other equipment, the guards are now wearing linen blouses. Narant's guards still look full of energy, while Boris's guards are like ordinary villagers, standing crooked. , looks a bit messy.

"It seems that when I go back this time, I will let Narant teach me how to train the guards!" Boris, who was hiding in the shade, saw this scene, and his old face was a little red. .

Narant didn't know what Boris was thinking, and when the guards stood up, he said loudly: "Now everyone obeys my orders, when I say run, you follow this banner and move towards the front buffer. Take the lead, remember, don't mess up the formation, don't fall behind, don't crowd and push!"

"Now, everyone follows me... run!"

With that said, Narant carried a flag without any sign, just simply cut out of red cloth and started to take the lead in running.

Although he didn't know what Narant's intention was, the guards started running honestly after hearing the order.

However, in order to avoid confusion, apart from Narant's subordinates, it is naturally impossible for Boris' guards to do so.

After only running more than ten meters, the formation of the team became chaotic.

"Oops! Ferry, look at you idiot, don't step on my feet! It's so hot, why are you running so fast!"

"Don't you see that Sir Narrant's flag has gone far, let's not be left behind!"

"It's broad daylight now, and it's only a mile away where you can fall behind!"

For a while, Boris's guards seemed to really become a mob, and you pushed me while running, talking and laughing.

"Okay, re-queue now!"

Narant took a look at the state of the guards such as Boris, but didn't say anything, just stopped in the center of the buffer zone, and once again arranged the chaotic guards.

When the guards heard the words, they could only line up again.

"Very good, now, just like the previous request, everyone follows me back to the original position, remember to maintain the formation, do not crowd and push."

With that said, Narant started running again, and the guards followed him again.

This second run was the same as before, and the guard team was still in chaos.

At the departure point, Narant still didn't say anything, just repeated the previous order.

"run!"

The guards hurrahed again and started running.

"What is this Narant doing?"

Boris is a bit baffled, what about the good drill?

Shouldn't it be a combat drill like in the morning?

Just like this, running around with a group of subordinates noisily, it is impossible to hone any combat effectiveness at all.

"It's ridiculous, a mere second son of a waste, who has no skills, and wants to show off his might in front of me!"

Quint laughed out loud when he saw this scene. He knew that Narant deliberately performed exercises in this marginal area to show off his power to himself.

So, in fact, it doesn't matter what to do or not to practice. It is very likely that Narant didn't prepare the content of the exercise from the beginning. After all, he is a waste second son who can understand the war strategy.

Now that the superiority of numbers was directly rubbed against the ground by himself, he should have no choice but to deliberately pretend, running and running in line with the guards, pretending to be a noble who knows how to lead troops to fight.

"I'll see how long you can pretend!" Quint was not in a hurry. He finally let out the anger he had been suppressing for a long time. He was sitting in the shade while eating the fruit handed by the servant while watching the Lanter's 'botched performance'.

The poorer Narant performed, the stronger his sense of superiority.