Shattered Spears in the Sand

Talking to a bunch of roughnecks about patriotism and national sentiment was not actually all that effective.

That sort of imagined scene where one call drew countless responses only appeared in propaganda works.

But when it involved their own immediate interests, the results were absolutely outstanding.

With Hubble standing right in front of them, his example laid out before their eyes, his personal testimony made it utterly convincing.

Who did not want to become the next Hubble?

Dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, imposing and majestic—this was how a man ought to live.

No one did not envy Hubble. To people at the bottom, he was a living example of turning their lives around.

Not everyone dreamed of hacking their way from a common soldier to emperor. Many would not even dare imagine it in their dreams.

But becoming a knight, or an imperial officer, was possible.

Sure enough, after Hubble's round of encouragement, everyone seemed pumped full of adrenaline, and their spirits changed dramatically.

This was the result he wanted.

The Militia Group was already in terrible shape. If it lost even its morale, then it truly would have nothing left.

Seeing that the atmosphere was right, Hubble clapped his hands and ordered, "Now, take roll call one last time according to the roster. Once you officially become a member of the Militia Group, the military department will have you on record. If you run away, you'll be treated as deserters. Does anyone want to withdraw?"

Hubble asked three times in a row, but no one wanted to leave.

"Good. Looks like there are no cowards. Roll call, then change uniforms."

The Great Xia Empire had prepared ample supplies. After completing industrialization, its war potential was no longer what it had once been.

Besides, Hubble was