Here, betting with Kolebo, Horn has a ninety percent chance of winning.
It's not just because he's both a player and a referee, but also because of his understanding of this soldier production pipeline thod.
Whether during the Thirty Years' War or the later Napoleonic Wars, you could see that military manuals at the ti had very low requirents for the quality of ordinary soldiers, but very high demands on officers.
This is because ordinary soldiers were almost like tools that could be mass-produced on an assembly line.
The ergence of muskets greatly reduced the ti needed to train infantry to a level where they could sowhat resist cavalry.
During the Napoleonic Wars, Dombrowski ford a new Polish army with Polish serfs, learning to shoot in 14 days, and heading to the battlefield after 30 days.
Horn, however, is training for a solid three months.
Horn has to so extent curbed the practice of officers beating soldiers without reason, but he still issued fidelity injection rods to the veteran leaders of the new recruits.
The purpose is to use pain to make them listen to orders, and to fear the officers' rods more than the enemy's swords.
These mandated behavioral patterns are able to train their focus and obedience, truly transforming them from a farr into a soldier.
In the Empire's training system, this process could only slowly develop through battlefield experience, but Horn uses a scientific training thod refined by countless people in later generations, making his efficiency incomparable to theirs.
After the new recruits' camp, Horn will transfer the fidelity injection rods to Duvalon's child soldiers military judges, separating enforcent power from judicial power.
This assembly line thod of producing soldiers can pull them back unless they're completely hopeless.
Otherwise, why say the army is a great lting pot?
Even if Horn misjudges, it's just letting a knight go, achievable after three months, during which ti Jeanne will have enough ti to learn.
This bet is placed, but Horn feels troubled about "Who to fight for? Why fight?" which is essentially about setting a tone.
Solving "Who to fight for? Why fight?" is tantamount to determining whom to fight and how far to fight.
These two questions involve and encompass too much, Horn's CPU is overheated without clear analysis, often sinking into repeated self-denial of "Oh yes, yes, oh, no, no."
At least one thing, Horn can see clearly.
Economic foundation determines superstructure, while the economic foundation is determined by productive forces and production relations.
Horn, in this late Middle Ages' productivity and production relations, would be grateful to understand Enlightennt and nationalism.
Even though the founding pioneers of his hotown expressed things impeccably, knowing and doing are two different things, with insufficient knowledge reserves and practical experience, offered thods are of no use.
Therefore, Horn decides to first investigate thoroughly and then slowly make decisions about this issue.
After all, "why fight" only enables soldiers to try their best on the battlefield, whereas driving them onto the battlefield and achieving victory still depends on material decisions.
After all, slogans can't kill people.
"Jeanne, pack your things, you'll move in with tomorrow."
"Okay."
Entrusting the details to Jeska and Hakuto doesn't an Horn is fully delegating authority, he still needs to micro-manage the specifics of military training.
First, he himself needs to learn from it; second, the experience of his hotown might serve as a helpful reference; third, he must act as a human seed spreader, dispersing divine favor among these recruits.
Saying goodbye to Jeanne, Horn then took the route back to the courtyard building where the Legion Commander stayed within the military camp.
Opening the courtyard's wooden door, the crisp sound echoed, the stone debris, weeds, and trash in the yard had been mostly cleaned, and the house walls had been repaired anew.
After putting his luggage in the room, Horn went up to the second floor, where he saw a tall walnut clock standing in the corner.
"What's this?"
"It's a twelve-hour clock designed and manufactured by Haimodin for you." René softly introduced.
Unlike Leia Kingdom's old chronological system, as a Falan, Haimodin preferred Falan's decimal ti system.
Though unsure why the Saint's Grandson insisted on a twelve-hour system, Haimodin still made a pope-supplied twelve-hour clock, currently showing one o' clock in the afternoon.
Every ti he saw this familiar clock face, he felt a sense of returning ho.
"There's about an hour left before the Saint Father's Association eting, I can take a nap for half an hour." Horn inserted his quill into the ink bottle, "René, Duvalon, and Raphael, you three can brief on the child soldiers' situation."
"Alright, I'll start first." Duvalon cleared his throat and began narrating, followed by René and Raphael.
The current phase three child soldiers expand the entire child army to nearly three hundred people, all orphans aged ten to sixteen.
The training order and process in the external recruits' camp were basically pioneered by them.
These child soldiers can be divided into three major parts, the military judge system led by Duvalon, the Cheka system led by René, and the guard system led by Raphael.
Military judges actually perform military police functions, previously responsible for so public security work; however, this part has been transferred to the security departnt.
The Cheka acts as spies and scouts, primarily responsible for intelligence collection, internal for the forr, external for the latter, Horn hasn't temporarily issued enforcent power.
Guards differ from the previous two; they are a new function arranged solely by Horn, primarily responsible for preventing core mbers like Bishop Elders from being invaded by extraordinary forces.
Horn plans to set up Demon Hunters for the Pope Country.
Despite cooperation with the Secret Faction, they aren't entirely unified, who knows what the future holds?
The ever-changing magic may unknowingly expose them to a wizard's far-reaching mind at so point.
Assigning Forbidden Law Guards as bodyguards is reasonable, and in Horn's vision, these guards will also undertake so intelligence collection functions.
"...Currently, 53 mbers are being trained, of which a quarter were transferred from Mr. René," Raphael calmly read from the briefing, "according to the current guard coach Jilo, they probably need another 3-5 years of training, maybe even require magic potion."
The magic potion is the source of power for Demon Hunters to counter witches and wizards, granting them the ability to perceive others' mana despite lacking it themselves.
Demon Hunters, when facing wizards or witches, especially those with relatively hidden divination or physical sorcerers, can quickly identify them.
This way, whether attacking, tracking, or defending, a considerable advantage is gained.
Since only Demon Hunters can sense the presence of "mana," they often collaborate with Ard Farrs, accusing wealthy village widows of being witches and burning them to death, then dividing the property.
However, the Church strictly prohibits this behavior, almost severing their alliance with the Demon Hunters.
"If we have clockwork rifles, so weapon training becos unnecessary; besides, skills like disguise are irrelevant to teach."
Horn picked up a quill and wrote several lines on paper, "As for the future Battle Group's internal educational work, it should be concise and clear, avoid formalist and secondary things temporarily. Fundantal principles are only a few, once learned, they can be wielded effortlessly."
"Understood, Your Grace."
"Regarding the magic potion, can Sessi make it?" Horn leaned against the back of his chair, watching Raphael with a polite smile.
Raphael shook his head, "He can't, plus the magic potion's fatality rate is very high, almost catching up with witch's syndro."
This magic potion differs significantly from standard potions made by pharmacists; it requires using magical creatures or alchemical materials.
Moreover, the magic potion formula has always been the top secret among Demon Hunters, kept in the headquarters' castle.
Horn, disappointed, yawned, "Alright, I'll ask Patrick about it tomorrow, maybe he has a clue."
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