Even now, Lynn provides these soldiers with eggs and ample at.
It’s just to maintain their daily physical consumption.
With high-intensity training every day, they cannot get effective nutritional supplents.
Even an iron man couldn’t withstand it!
A few minutes later.
The sound of orderly footsteps quickly approached from the distance.
Finally, stopping on the open ground in front of Lynn.
After glancing at the plate armor stacked in front of them, the soldiers imdiately cast admiring eyes at Lynn.
Plate armor!
Master Lynn really made them plate armor!
They will soon be able to wear plate armor and hold a winged spear like those knights!
Beco a cavalry!
The atmosphere of excitent spread among the soldiers.
Lynn took two steps forward to stand before the soldiers.
"Everyone, you must have guessed why I had Instructor Ross transfer you from the city wall."
The soldiers widened their eyes at their Master Lynn, at their Lord.
"The Blacksmith Workshop has already produced two hundred sets of plate armor."
"And you are the first batch of standard plate armor wearers handpicked by Instructor Ross."
The soldiers couldn’t help but hold their breath.
"From today onwards, you will wear plate armor during daily training, and unless you’re asleep, I want you to wear it at all tis."
"I want you to beco accustod to the presence of plate armor, its weight, its flexibility, and the maximum extent of its movent..."
"After adjustnts, I will have Ehrelo engrave your nas on your plate armor."
"For this, there are two purposes."
"First, as long as you live, this piece of plate armor will forever belong to you personally!"
"Second..."
"If you fall on the battlefield, I will bring your bodies back to the territory!"
"Moreover, based on the nas on your plate armor, I will erect a rit monunt for you, carve your nas on it, and provide subsidies to your families!"
The atmosphere, which was initially sowhat excited, suddenly turned a bit solemn for the soldiers.
Their eyes flickered continuously, seemingly pondering sothing.
It seed they thought of their parents, thought of their wives and children, or thought of their siblings...
Once again, Lynn’s voice rang out.
"Of course, I hope every soldier who charges into battle can return alive!"
"After all, I still need you to marry those won and raise more townsn."
Hearing Lynn’s words, all the soldiers couldn’t help but let out a burst of laughter.
They hadn’t actually expected their Lord to joke with them.
Ross’s face also rarely showed a smile.
Lynn looked at Ross, and Ross instantly understood.
He took two steps forward and said to all the soldiers, "Form four teams, orderly take the plate armor components, and then pair up to help each other wear them."
"Yes!"
The powerful, orderly voices rang out from the soldiers’ mouths.
Watching the soldiers receive their plate armor components and begin wearing them, Lynn looked toward Ehrelo.
Ehrelo also imdiately understood Lynn’s intent.
He turned and returned to the Blacksmith Workshop, dispatching nearly a hundred people to the open ground to help soldiers adjust their plate armor.
If there were any discomfort in wearing, such as friction or scraping, and adjustnts were not made in ti,
Serious training followed, and it’s easy to end up with wounds, affecting the progress of the training.
Watching as the blacksmith apprentices adjusted the soldiers’ armor, Ehrelo walked over to Lynn.
Ehrelo’s words were full of determination: "Master, I guarantee to produce the remaining nine hundred sets of plate armor by the end of this month!"
"If I can’t complete it... I won’t do the foreman’s work at the Blacksmith Workshop!"
"I’ll go... I’ll go to the open-pit coal mine to dig coal!"
Lynn’s speech to the soldiers earlier felt like iron hamrs crashing heavily on his chest.
If war cos, these soldiers will have to charge onto the battlefield and fight the enemy with bare hands!
Without the protection of plate armor, they will fall on the battlefield.
Because as blacksmiths, they failed to produce enough plate armor, costing them their lives!
They sheltered in the Blacksmith Workshop, protected by city walls and soldiers, rely needing to forge and produce during their daily working hours.
But what about these soldiers?
They face the battlefield, sacrificing fiercely and spilling hot blood!
At any mont, they may lose their lives on the battlefield!
These people are just like him, with parents, with wives and children, with loved ones...
Lynn turned his head and glanced at Lex, "That’s the spirit!"
An hour later.
Two hundred soldiers, donned with standard plate armor, stood neatly on the red brick ground.
Even though they wore full face helts, obscuring their faces,
Lynn could still sense the pride and the iron-like dignity that the plate armor exuded from them.
Looking at these soldiers, a trace of pride grew in Lynn’s heart.
These soldiers, the plate armor they wore, were accumulated bit by bit from the very beginning!
Lynn nodded in satisfaction and looked at Ross.
At this mont, he too was wearing a full set of standard plate armor.
Ross, being of a burly build, appeared even larger and more imposing in the plate armor.
"Instructor Ross, you may take them back!"
"If during training, the armor doesn’t fit well with their bodies, have them co to the Blacksmith Workshop for tily adjustnts."
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