─ They did stand there.
"... What, are you saying that the last few years have seen a limited number of recruits to join the group?
Out of Friesia, they exchange words without any other love while suppressing their voices.
It is the Knights Commander who leads them across the horses from the early morning and smoothly to the kingdom of Anemone, a neighbouring country, at a constant speed. It is also an admiration that is not far from them who are recruits.
There's no way a recruit won't be afraid of someone who exposes tension, not even a squad knight. Following Roderick, the more experienced recruits lined up forward, the more conversations were also exchanged between nature and from above the horses if they went in the back row. The road is long and chatter is not prohibited to the extent that it does not hinder movement or instruction. However, he was squeezing his lips so tightly that no other love conversation could be as close as a knight in position from the Knights Commander. And the more inexperienced knights lined up as recruits, the easier it is to have a conversation with the Knights Commander.
"That's right. It is true that in recent years there have been about a few recruits each year, but until the time of the former Knights, there were enough recruits to cover a single team."
Successive recruits leak their voices as they walk their horses in front of them and listen to seniors in the backward group who have a relatively long history of recruiting. By the time they joined the army, the Knights Commander was Roderick, so I didn't even know what happened to the former Knights except for rumors under the castle.
Besides, everyone turns a blind eye to the word number of people for a single Knights squad. A knighthood where a different number of hopefuls gather each year for an admission exam, but when they do, there are only around ten successful joiners. Too many different digits.
Seeing the majestic Roderick, I can also be convinced that the criteria for acceptance of the entrance exam have been tightened, but I think nonetheless.
The history of the precious Knights by their predecessors is tied to juniors who bounce their breasts with tension on an unexpected expedition to their neighbors with the Knights Commander.
"There were also dozens of recruits for one team. I couldn't imagine how small that would be a while ago."
Gokuri, and they each rattle their throats.
I'm even more awed of Roderick, who even has a harsh impression, as opposed to Deputy Commander Clark. No more private words are likely to hesitate to have the person in front of them who drove only double digits the number of people who were for one Knights main unit at the time.
But more than that, interest and doubt came first.
"How the hell did the Knights Commander do that...?
"To strengthen the Knights and reduce their useless sacrifices."
If it is put into words, I will be convinced just to touch it.
Recruits are naturally weaker than the main squad knights. Where such a crowd is present, the overall power of the war will only diminish. If you are such a person that you cannot become a Knight of the Force, it is better to reduce it than to give it to a Knight. As a result, you will no longer pull the Knight's feet of the Force nor die in vain.
Everyone who hears it thinks it's harsh, doesn't think it's a mistake. But I don't know if we'll ever be.... Even though I was able to join the Knights at the Corner, I was anxious that the time might come.
"So the Knights Commander narrowed down the number of recruits at once from the year he took office. Even then, every year, the main unit had a dead man. The replenishment will come from the recruits, so only the recruits will be reduced, so here we go."
"Um... wasn't there any objection or anything due to...?
"I don't know. 'Cause I just heard it too... I think an older guy would know."
Hey, I was wondering if you could give me a second. A thrown recruit keeps going forward and throws to a senior recruit.
Unlike the main squad knights, only the time of joining the regiment changes. They may or may not be respectful depending on the opponent or age who joins the regiment early depending on each.
Though the time for joining the group came first, recruits who were in the middle of the line slowed down their horses to a call from recruits who now deal with them as the same colleagues. I reach out to the supply clerk and say, "What's wrong?"
The recruit glanced nostalgically at the time as he received a leather bag that would serve as a water bottle and listened to them as he moistened his throat. At the end of the day, if you ask me if I had any objections, I'll snap my neck once and for all, connecting with "Well, well."
"But I don't know because the majesty of the Knights of Roderick has been awesome since before he took office. There was that Deputy Clark push, and... most importantly, when I heard the speech from the Knights, no one could complain anymore."
Ahhh... and. Scratching his head laughing at memories that can be slightly bitter for him, the other recruits also heated their gaze.
speech, imagine how majestic the word was. It also seemed a mystery that at least the number of recruits had been drastically reduced and, on top of that, still respected by the Knights of the main unit. There was enough talk to convince them, and the recruits in their sights tell the story at the time as if they had no choice.
"Starting this year, we will drastically reduce recruits and reduce the number of recruits to one hundred at a time"
When I proclaimed it, naturally everyone in the Knights made a scene.
Not only were the recruits quick to determine that a child of fire was coming upon them, but few of the main squad knights tried to differ.
Every year, more people are killed in the Knights, and recruits are given talented personnel to the Knights of the Corps for the number of personnel they need each year. On top of that, the annual joiner frame also recruited the necessary personnel. Still, fewer than one percent are chosen from among those recruited.
Recruits are only knight apprenticeships, but their work was also deeply involved in the entire Knights. Recruits are also responsible for preparing, cleaning up, cleaning, and various other chores so that the squad knights can concentrate on their tasks and exercises.
At the time, their work was so diverse that it was not an exaggeration to say that they were the squad knight's squire's squire. Nevertheless, if the number of recruits decreases, not only will their burden increase, but the main unit knights will no longer be adequately assisted again.... but
"What would a knight in charge of the future of the kingdom do without bribing himself?"
Roderick's words, which had just taken office as chief of the Knights, were released to them with more than Zsilli and lead in weight.
"Sufficient assistance from the recruits sounded good, but in the end, everyone in the knight said something to make it easier.
"The duties of recruits are not much different either. Perform the preparation as usual in the most laborious exercises and have the chores covered as a minimum. Follow the team's instructions. However, there is no need to spoil it more than necessary '
I was never treated unfairly.
Originally a proud knight, they kept at least their line as companions against recruits. However, in an already long-standing tradition, it was a "ritual of passage" among them that recruits would cover all the hassle for the main unit knights. That's why no one has ever questioned that before, neither the Knight nor the recruit in the main unit. With the Knights who had to pass a tough trial just to join the group, everyone took for granted that much ordeal as a recruit.
That's why neither the recruits I heard about nor the burden relief from Roderick were honestly acceptable. Where they did that, I'd far prefer to reject the increased risk of us being removed from the Knights. But the word of the Knights Commander is absolute.
"From now on, for what I was spending on chores, I'll have the recruits get the exercise they deserve, too"
No one knew what the word meant at first.
In front of all the daunting Knights, Roderick nevertheless continued to speak with dignity.
"I will train the recruits on this scene until I cut a hundred to the strength that the main knights deserve."
So finally, they changed their perception.
That putting recruits below a hundred meant not cutting them off, but focusing on nurturing them so that they could be promoted.
Roderick, looking out from the high ground at the distracted knight, went on to say even more.
"Recruits. What did you guys join up for? To continue aiding the main squad knight? Are you satisfied only with the title of recruit? '
No one nodded to it.
Each reason for the goal of a knight and the degree of promotion given up is different, because they all survived a tough test to become knights, not recruits.
"Knight of the main team. Are you here to be assisted by recruits? Are you satisfied that the names of yourself and your companions are inscribed on the martyrs who come out every year?"
The Knights of the Kingdom who risk their lives for their country.
It was also natural for there to be a certain number of dead people out of there every year. There is no other way for the dead to emerge than to risk their lives as knights, naturally. A very small number of victims, in terms of percentages from all the Knights. Compared to the times when invasions from other countries continued to be held back, as in the past, there were fewer deaths. Originally, the Knights, who boasted an overwhelming power of war, had exceptionally few deaths compared to other countries. One reason is that even if the hopeful joiners appear like waves every year, only a handful of them are allowed to join the Knights themselves.
But still, there are certainly a certain number of dead people out there. At least as many people as need to join the group each year.
"The only way to reduce sacrifice is to become stronger. Until the recruits are worthy of the target number, joiners will be carefully selected only for those who deserve immediate combat power '
Repeatedly raising recruits who come in every year and also a certain number the following year, no further growth is foreseeable for ever. To do this, we narrow the supply once, raise the recruits and knights who are here today, and raise the overall Knights threshold. And slowly, the knights who grew up were the ones who turned to raising recruits to join again.
What the man who had just taken up the post of Knights Commander said was not the kind of goal that would be achieved in a year or two. First of all, we have to raise the recruits who are in the main unit to pass the enlistment exam until they are only double-digit.
If joiners are further narrowed, the overall number of Knights will also temporarily decrease. If you look at the numbers alone, you can even take Roderick's proposal that it weakens the Knights.
There was no one who tried to speak his mind.
'I'll take responsibility. Come with me to the heights. "
From the man who stood at the top of the knight, the Knights obeyed the words with a whisper, regardless of the recruit or the main knight.
Once again, everyone decided to follow his words as they embodied the knight they desired.
The knight heated his chest for the opportunity to climb high to reduce the number of people who could not save him, in order to reduce the death of his companions any longer. Recruits correctly understand the situation as the best battle is until they are shredded to their target number.
Until now, there have been only minimal exercises for them, other than that, assistants to the main unit knights. He proclaimed that the Knights would raise themselves after being mitigated. Then let him ride the wave, and everyone glanced at the wall to the main knight, who was about to give up that it was above heaven, and increased his hegemony.
And as it was proclaimed, most of the recruits of that time have now reached the threshold of being knights of the main unit and are active as knights of the main unit. That meant that the number of main unit knights that had stopped in constant numbers until now was itself increasing.
"At last this year, I was promoted to Knight of the Squad until my target number, and for another year or two, my enlistment criteria should be further raised along with the enlistment exam to adjust the recruiting environment for Knight of the Squad. After that, they're going to recruit more than just before the reform."
Oh... and each of the recruits I was listening to leaks an exclamation.
Again, think of the reason for your high support for Roderick, the Knight Commander. In other words, all the cavalry knights in this unit are the ones who were rebuilt by him. Some knights have risen to the main unit because of it.
"In the year after that reform, I. five-fold. In the following year, enlistments increased dramatically by a factor of two. With every year we followed, the enlistment grew, and even more, the death toll really dwindled. Fewer than 10% of the martyrs are now at that time. At this rate, next year, none of the dead will be dreaming."
scratching his head with gushari, he says.
I still find myself bitterly unable to ride that wave, regrettably, with a long history of recruiting. However, under Roderick and Clark's instructions, the criteria for accepting enlistments were also raised, on which the recruits ascended to the main unit knights with their own strength. At that time, he surprised the main squad knights whenever a recruit's strength increase was shown at each enlistment exam. And its squad knights also gained extraordinary strength, reducing the number of dead. Everything is exactly as Roderick put it.
"I wonder what surprises me, because the youngest Knights Commander did it at the time... for the next year or two, I will concentrate more on strengthening the Knights of the main team, so I will also be squeezed for enlistment in the Knights of the main team"
All the other recruits did was leak a sound to him telling you guys to be prepared and sigh.
I knew the enlistment criteria would be raised again, but I'm surprised that was the reason. I am awed that the Knights chief, who launched that much credit only a few years after taking office, is still in the middle of reform.
We are the Knights Commander who provides relentless guidance to our recruits, but I think we are blessed to have done so in the past few years. They are still joining the group and are of shallow age. Nor are they comparable in degree of growth compared to the recruits of the time.
Even for them recruits, the Knights Commander is a respectful and awe-inspiring being, but if I listened to him now, I knew exactly why he was so young and supportive of the Knights of the main unit.
Even though it is not uncommon for anyone above him, the youngest Knights leader, to have a Knights background or age, the way everyone recognized and admired him was also evident from the eyes of the recruits who joined the army this year.
"Recruits! The ground is loose up ahead. We're gonna get out of here at once! Next rest is ahead."
Roderick's voice reached the knight in the rear row, telling him that rest was still to come later.
The talked recruit also hears it and says, "Then I'm going back," returning the water he drank to the supply man and returning to the original line. If I looked around lightly, I would have entered the cliff zone at some point. I do convince myself that staying here for a long time, and the recruits, while re-gripping the reins.
"Excuse me. It's time to turn the replenishment"
The supply clerk recruit, who was in the rear row joining the story until earlier, speeded up the foot line of the horse carrying the load.
Keep your head down, and if you'll excuse me, I'll run over to the side of the knights who go at a constant speed. Joining the group, shallow recruits hand in supplies to the other recruits in turn as supply clerks.
I raise my face that some of the recruits I can pass by were just dry, but it starts with the person I should give it to as a top priority. Shallow recruits on the enlistment calendar think quietly as they rush their horses to the Knights Leader who will lead them.
... You're really lucky I joined the group.
Eric, who joined the Knights this year, thought so as if per person.
Only ten of the countless applicants have joined this year. It was a real miracle that I was allowed to join the group in that.
Joining the group is him this year, but some recruits are younger than themselves. At fourteen, although he went to take the entrance exam, he was pressured by a small number of warriors, older and more resilient than himself, and gave up in front of the gate without taking the exam. I can't believe I was able to rework and join the group like this now for him, who was also dropped twice in the admission exam that I took this time.
I am glad to have been part of the knight I admire, but I deplore the fact that enlistment in the main army, which will now be a narrower gate if I listen to what I have just said, has become a world beyond my reach. As I already spent time as a recruit, if I saw the strength of the main unit knight, I could also be convinced that all those who wished to join the group had been dropped. And I understand that the Knight Commander who raised that knight is truly a great knight. Definitely the knights' point.
"Commander of the Knights, I have brought you water"
Please, my hands and voice tremble slightly just to be stirred by his hegemony.
For Eric, the bottom of the recruits, now is one of the few valuable opportunities to stand near the Knights Commander. Eric offered. I worked a word on it, and Roderick, who received it with one hand, immediately put his mouth on it.
Without taking your eyes off the direction of travel, you will not fail to check your surroundings. The map is in his head. He caught the passing sidewalk only in the corner of his sight. Off the cliff zone. There's nothing there. It's an open wilderness. There are places to rest, but now I think it should be a priority to get out of this zone. The foot that passes over the horse's hoof is not a very relaxing place to want to be.
If we go through this, we go out to the plains where there is also a fountain. So I took a break, and once I went back to Eric with the water bottle I had finished drinking, thinking of reporting to my country's practice area via special abilities.
Back off! Back off!
Moment after moment, a large rock was dropped in front of Roderick with his scream.
Eric, unable to take his eyes off his establishment until earlier, had his shoulders up and down hard for being screamed in front of him, and for a moment he could not even understand the meaning of the word.
If my head determined that the big rock had fallen along with the shitty noise, I dumped the horse for every supply and jumped away. Eric and the recruits, who had already been engraved with their way out in an emergency in the exercise, jumped back with the horse in time, otherwise putting the horse down. The superior officer leading the squad and the large rock, aimed at losing their way forward, crushed every horse in the front row, making a noise blocking their ears and falling into the snow.
Dozens of recruits were noisy in an instant, and shooting rain this time before the smoke stopped if the Great Rock collapse subsided.
A mixture of a number of shouts and what the hell is going on, confusion mingles in the absence of clear vision. Some of them suffered stone falling fragments or injuries when they jumped away. He shoots and roughs up his voice telling his companions to hold on to the rolling parent soldier.
from the Knights Commander to calm them down. "Calm down! Prepare for an enemy attack in the direction of nine o'clock, and prevent those who cannot move with a shield! Hide in the shadow of a rock!!" The only precise instruction was salvation.
They held on to the wounds before their sight blocked and hid in the shadows of the rocks that were hurriedly dropped, mostly at their best by protecting themselves. They all jump one after the other from above the horse that becomes targeted, lowering their posture and doing the bullet over. Clear smoke didn't stop the shooting, but I could finally confirm the enemy's placement. I stroke my chest down slightly to them on the cliff without worrying about them attacking me right now.... but.
"Hey, knight captain."
The first person to raise a voice similar to the scream was Eric, who stood on Roderick's most side.
Until earlier, he was the best at defending himself, and if his sand vision cleared, the best thing to look at was the Knights Commander to rely on. But I peeled at Roderick's situation, which seemed calm and continued to skip precise instructions. I noticed now that he was deprived of one leg by a large rock gap and was unable to move off the spot even if he could protect himself from the bullet.
For a moment, Eric was so upset that he mistakenly saw if he had seriously lost one leg. The other recruits held their breath with their eyes open so that they could be caught screaming that was not his usual interrogation.
It's okay, Roderick was most calm returning words to calm them down when his legs just fitted.
The most pale, and potentially mentally disintegrating, was Eric, who ran away without even thinking about ensuring his safety, instead of protecting the superiors he should have protected until now, and realizing that he was the only one who kept giving in to the shadow of the rock. I hated myself more than the assailants, who were blind to the knights' demands and had only their own preservation on their heads.
─ They were definitely scratching their feet there.
"Heh heh heh heh... this is so good. As you can tell by all the anemones, there's not a hundred of them. They're small."
Mocking, the man overlooking it on the cliff looks ahead as the dust began to clear from behind the firing squad.
"Hey Val! Don't kill them all! It doesn't make any sense not to kill the Knights of Anemone."
"Ah? You should leave a few. Even recruits don't turn the Knights into Bakemon. Even if it's small enough, if it's about anemones, I can kill it."
"I think if we had more Freesian knights, we could sell them for as much as we want." I'm going to sell off Temeh!
Wow, and yelled at the head of the organization, Val also understands that his opponent is not a threat, and returns words around his tongue scratching Gashi and his head.
He was bought special abilities and given quite a position, but at the same time he is aware of his value as a "commodity".
Even if it was placed on the market, the only difficulty for the organization was the difficulty in selling it because if Val himself persisted with the merchant, he could hide from the color of his skin that he was a Friesian rather than a special ability person.
─ They certainly lived there.
'I mean, the backup is quick and thirty minutes later. What we need right now is backup supplies.'
Through the telecommuter, the voice released was that of a flattering young girl.
She brought a counter-attack to the Knights Commander and recruits who told her the current disadvantage.
─ He was there after choosing his way to live.
"Hey, there's a weapon over there, too." "Somebody go get it."
"Step forward from the guy who could have stopped the bleeding!!
"Defend the Knights Leader!!
"It's support from Wang Zuo! Never waste it!!!
"We can hold on until the advance troops make it!
Recruits rush around to successive bundles of weapons and support supplies, scratching for ways to survive one or more.
Even if they were not knights, they focused on what they could do with pride as knights in their hearts. In the rear, large rocks and shooting recruits are still desperately proceeding with hemostasis, and those who can move face their own death.
Eric, who was lucky enough to be next to Roderick, had not broken his bones either, and now he tightened them up by pressing the wound directly with a bandage before being hit by himself who couldn't do anything. Cheeks hooked by rock fragments are also stopped with delivered replenishment and rise. I can't forgive myself for not being able to do anything and allowing the Knights Commander to go into distress in front of me. I can't forgive myself for holding back safely with this scratch.
Even if I know I'm slight, I speak up for what needs to be done in front of me.
"I have stopped the bleeding......! You can go back to the front yourself!
─ Even if there is more despair ahead than there is now.
"Too bad I seem to be this far. I asked for the rest, Clark."
The Knights leader, who finds his place of death and accepts it, chooses what he should do now rather than regret what he has left to do.
─ Connect to the next generation and explore the future. Even if I'm not there myself.
"Why do you have so many knights, so many knights, so many knights, so many knights, so many knights?"
Everyone had no words for the knights gathering in the operational conference room to mourn, scream, and just summon the boy.
Exactly, I think they are, too.
They took themselves to this height, reduced the Knights' sacrifice, and raised the recruits of the time at their highest heights, many of them to the heights corresponding to the Knights of the main unit. He reduced the number of victims, raised recruits, and continued to train his main squad knights into strong knights who would not die easily.
The chief of the Knights, who created the formidable Knights, is now about to die in front of him.
Everyone admired, respected, appreciated, and could not accept the death of the scorched Knights Commander.
"It's okay."
In the meantime, the girl's voice echoed.
The girl who should have just appeared on the inspection or something is opening her mouth. I directed assistance to my assistant, the First Prince, and as it was, I could not have the language to ask anyone in the column, Clark or Knight about the girl who unleashed the prediction that she would be wiped out by the fall of a cliff.
─ They exist, keep standing, and meet her.
"Who are the people of my country?"
Harrison couldn't even think of a point.
It was only when the advance troops were formed that he kept begging Clark to let himself go with a resolute death, but his throat was also dry from the time he was poked at the death of the Knights Commander. I couldn't describe frustration or despair enough that I didn't know how to breathe so much that it wasn't weird to be on my knees. The feeling of scaffolding was the best I could do just to resist reality.
The loss of existence that brought me up to the main unit knight with Clark was too great for him.
In the meantime, the young girl took the sword as if it were a play, both funny and an insult to the knight. So much so that I thought I could even poke my sword at my princess opponent on the spot, as long as I had the strength.
"I won't make you unhappy"
- She was there, too. The princess, who was supposed to have a high-profile view in the future to follow, decided to get down to the front line.
"Bring me to that battlefield."
─ Countless fates connected.