Derum looked at everyone’s expressions, laughed heartily, and said, "That won’t do, these are Monastic Knights, the type that can never marry. Senmut, if you dare beco a Priest, your mom will definitely kill you."
Everyone burst into laughter, and the original tense and cowardly atmosphere gradually dissipated.
Derum shouted loudly, "If we’re going to do it, let’s beco a real Knight like Lord Ulm, who can have his own fief and be no different from the Lord himself. By then, maybe even your father will have to bow and greet you."
Actually, the Knights of Transjordan and a Lord are different.
Ulm is the Patrol Officer and local Guard Officer appointed by Losa, he doesn’t have ownership of the land, only managent rights.
It’s just that ordinary people aren’t aware of the details.
Entering the spacious city hall.
Derum imdiately saw Ulm sitting at the table, bent over sorting docunts, wearing a soft hat with goose feathers.
"Lord Ulm!"
"Little Derum?"
Ulm sitting at the desk looked up in surprise, eyeing the youthful face full of pride: "Old Hassan willing to pass his treasured armor onto you?"
"Yes, Sheikh had no use keeping it anymore."
"Hmm, is everyone required by the Summoning Decree here?"
"They are waiting outside, ten of them, not one missing, and they’re all young lads, skilled in Riding; they shoot arrows off calbacks, we’ve all faced Rauf’s Regular Army before."
Derum’s words held so exaggeration, for Rauf’s soldiers weren’t particularly elite, but effortlessly eliminating a group of nomads was common.
However, Ulm knew that old Hassan’s tribe did encounter Rauf’s troops during their migration, and both sides must have briefly clashed, at least on this point there’s no doubt, which is stronger quality than half of the recruits.
"Good job."
"Hehe, Sir, do you think I am now qualified to be a Cavalry Captain?"
Ulm pondered for a mont, "Derum, you’re a clever young man, having accepted the summons and worn armor yourself, I’m happy to give you the responsibility of Cavalry Captain, in charge of your kinsn."
"Thank you, Sir!"
Derum’s face glead with delight.
Ulm shook his head and said, "Don’t be too happy yet, Governor Kurs recruited you all for scouting."
"It’s easier to gain rit from this compared to being an ordinary soldier, but it’s much more dangerous. Keep in mind, under Saracen control of the skies, scouting can easily lead to death under the talons of those falcons."
Derum was slightly taken aback.
This is indeed a problem.
"Don’t worry, Sir, although Saracens originated as nomads too, compared to us Kurds, they fall far short; purely in terms of falconry, I know a bit, just lack the bloodline of an Eagle Speaker."
Ulm’s eyes lit up, "Oh? How do you plan to handle the falcons?"
Derum confidently said, "These beasts have large bodies and need a lot of at, so they can’t fly for long before returning to feed; they can’t possibly hover above us forever."
"But Saladin is known for his wealth; maintaining dozens of falcons is no problem for him."
Ulm sighed, feeling he was grasping at straws.
Mueller’s hawk training team only had three falcons, encountering Saladin’s army would be no different from having none, and winning this war without air superiority is incredibly challenging.
"Alright, Derum, prepare to head to Hebron’s Recruit Training Camp. Your Frankish is decent; you should be able to travel alone."
Derum stamred, "Sir, am I not following by your side?"
Ulm said sternly, "Derum, in warti everyone must follow unified orders, you and I included. Once the war breaks out, I am just an ordinary Cavalry like you, following superior commands."
If it was Laine, Modder, those infantry officers, they would definitely continue serving as officers during warti.
But for Cavalry Captains, with Losa, Jeanne, and Hans present, there’s no way Ulm would lead the troops alone.
He stood up, adjusted Derum’s attire, and admonished, "Train well; the Recruit Training Camp will be where you transform into a truly qualified Cavalry, it’s the foundation for survival in this war."
Hebron’s Recruit Training Camp possesses such unique Magic Power, that each recruit entering, within a week, can form sowhat proper queues and use Long Spear to stab enemies.
Because it’s also a systemic product, naturally enhancing new recruits’ training speed.
Albeit only effectively for recruits mastering basics like queues, Basic Riding Skill, Basic Swordsmanship, Spear Stabbing, etc.
Sohigher-level skills, like Lance Charge, Parthian Tactics, completely lack additional enhancent.
But as long as recruits are qualified, that’s fine.
Those truly talented will be selected for training as Professional Soldiers within the Regular Army.
Among them, those who have ritorious achievents will enter various special camps, converting into Winged Cavalry, Armored Archers, such special battalions.
The number of these heroes is not small; several continuous battles earlier saw many still lined up waiting for the opportunity to convert.
The remainder lacking combat talent mostly return to towns as militia, farming usually, only to arm and fight under local officials’ guidance upon foreign invasion.
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