"Can these little chicks actually be of any use?" Blackbeard stared wide-eyed at the huge mass of Church soldiers on the docks.
Though they had undergone several months of training, these Church soldiers had merely been turned from street thugs and Rogues into "reserve soldiers" who could barely follow orders, line up in formation, and carry out basic battlefield coordination. Yes, their combat strength was pitifully weak. More than ninety percent of them did not even possess the strength of a Human-ranked warrior. They could not be considered qualified soldiers at all.
Unlike the former Caesar Empire, where the people were fierce by nature and nearly every citizen could wield a blade or spear for a few moves, the common folk of the Vias Commercial Federation had buried themselves heart and soul in the pit of money. They had no tradition of tempering themselves.
So when Blackbeard disdainfully called them little chicks, it was not really an insult.
"I'm not sending them into battle." Lin Qi watched the Church soldiers filing aboard the ships in cold silence, then said unhurriedly, "I'm sending them to the Black Spirit Continent to intimidate people—and to train them along the way. Their combat strength may be a little weak, but there are a great many of them. Enough to scare people. That is sufficient."
There were a great many of them? That alone was sufficient?
Blackbeard scratched his beard, utterly bewildered. He looked at Lin Qi and racked his brains for a long while, yet still could not figure out what Lin Qi was planning. But after a stretch of silence, Blackbeard decided to keep his mouth shut and stop asking Lin Qi questions. As Lin Qi's father, if he still could not see through his own son's calculations, that would be far too