What kind of expression will Nalant have?
Of course it was a good laugh!
When he saw nearly two hundred people standing over Quinte from a distance, he almost couldn't help laughing.
Fortunately, after enduring it again and again, he stopped laughing.
Just holding back laughter is actually a painful thing, more painful than holding back pain, so Nalant's expression at this time was indescribably weird.
"Nalant, are you okay!" Boris also saw the situation on the other side, but he didn't feel anything. He was not prepared to compare with Quinte.
But when he looked towards Nalant, he happened to see Nalant's somewhat distorted expression, and he immediately became worried.
"Actually, Nalant, you don't have to worry about this. After all, he is the second son of the earl. Although he is an illegitimate son, his background is much deeper than that of us little nobles. Now that you have White Sugar, I believe you will never lose to him in four or five years!"
Boris naturally mistook Nalant's expression as aggrieved, and immediately offered sympathy and comfort.
"Huh!" Nalant took a deep breath and nodded, "Boris, you are right, I was too impatient!"
"Haha, Nalant, just look away. You are only sixteen years old. At your age, I was still lingering in Tulip City all day long!" Boris finally felt relieved when he saw that he had calmed down.
"Haha! Boris! In fact, I also want to linger in Tulip City like you, but I don't have the strength yet!" Nalant laughed, "Let's go over and take a look at Quinte. I didn't expect him to bring so many people here!"
With that said, Nalant took Boris towards Buffer Zone.
"Haha, Sir Nalant, yesterday you told me that you and Boris were going to conduct an exercise here. I specially brought some of my subordinates here to watch, hoping to gain some experience from your exercise. Would you mind?"
When Quinte saw Nalant and Boris coming to Buffer Zone, he naturally would not miss this opportunity to ridicule.
"Baron Quinte, of course I won't mind, but with so many guards, you as a baron must not be able to afford them! They should be seconded from Earl Blackiron!" Nalant made a feeble rebuttal with a stern face and a sour mouth.
"Haha! Sir Nalant, you don't need to worry about this! You should start practicing quickly, otherwise it will be dark later."
Nalant and others set out late, and the journey took more than an hour. It was already evening.
"Then Baron Quinte, just watch it carefully. Sometimes a large number may not necessarily be useful. It also depends on the combat effectiveness of the guards!"
"Haha!"
The more Nalant said this, the more Quinte felt that Nalant was angry with him. Instead of answering Nalant's words, he laughed heartily, and the fat on his body folded and undulated like waves with the laughter.
"Laugh! Laugh as hard as you can! The more you laugh now, the more sad you will cry at night!" Nalant didn't stay any longer, silently muttering in his heart, and returned to the edge of the territory with Boris.
"Boris, I have a request that I hope you can agree to!" Returning to the edge of the territory, Nalant spoke to Boris.
"Nalant, say it!"
"I hope that during this afternoon's drill, all your guards will be under my command!" Nalant said.
"This is no problem, Nalant!" Boris had no objection. Instead, he was happy and relaxed. In the hot summer, staying in the open space and commanding the guards wearing armor was like barbeque in a tin can.
"Then it's settled!"
Next, Nalant was not polite, and after Boris hid under the shade of a tree to enjoy the shade, he began to give instructions.
In order to avoid consuming too much of the soldiers' energy, Nalant ordered the guards to temporarily take off heavy equipment such as leather armor and helmets.
"Now, everyone line up!"
When the guards put their leather helmets away, Nalant began to issue orders again.
Although the guards at Boris have not undergone strict formation training, they still know how to stand side by side and immediately stand in line after hearing the order.
Of course, when compared with twenty people including Quick, the difference is still very obvious.
Now that they have taken off their leather armor and other equipment, all the guards are now wearing linen short shirts. The guards of Nalant still look energetic, but the guards of Boris are like ordinary villagers, standing crookedly and looking a bit messy.
"It seems that when I go back this time, I have to ask Nalant to teach me how to train the guards to line up no matter what!" Boris, who was hiding in the shade of the tree, saw this scene and his old face turned red. After all, contrast is harmful.
Nalant didn't know what Boris was thinking. After the guards stood in line, he said loudly, "Now everyone listen to my order. When I say run, you will follow this big flag and rush towards the front Buffer Zone. Remember, don't mess up the formation, don't fall behind, don't crowd and push!"
"Now, everyone follow me... run!"
With that said, Nalant took the lead and started running, carrying a flag without any logo, just simply cut from red cloth.
Although I don't know what Nalant's intention is, after hearing the order, the guards started running honestly.
However, it is naturally impossible for Boris's guards to avoid chaos except for Nalant's subordinates.
After running more than ten meters, the formation of the team became chaotic.
"Ouch! Feli, you idiot, watch it and don't step on my feet! It's so hot, why are you running so fast!"
"Didn't you see that Sir Nalant's flag has gone far? Let's not fall behind!"
"It's broad daylight. Where can I fall behind? It's only a mile away!"
For a moment, Boris's guards seemed to have truly become a mob, jostling each other, talking and laughing as they ran.
"Okay, now line up again!"
Nalant noticed the state of the guards Boris, but did not say anything. He just stopped in the center of Buffer Zone and once again arranged the chaotic guard team in order.
After hearing this, the guards could only arrange themselves again.
"Very good. Now, as with the previous request, everyone will follow me and run back to their original positions. Remember to maintain formation and don't crowd and push."
With that said, Nalant started running again, and a group of guards followed him again.
This second run was the same as before, and the guard team was still in chaos.
When they arrived at the starting point, Nalant still didn't say anything, but just repeated the previous order.
"Run!"
The guards cheered and started running again.
"What is this Nalant doing?"
Boris is a little confused. Where is the drill you promised?
Shouldn't it be a battle drill like the one in the morning?
Just running around noisily with a group of subordinates like this will not hone any combat effectiveness at all.
"It's really ridiculous. A useless second son with no ability actually wants to show off his power in front of me!"
Quinte laughed out loud when he saw this scene. He knew that Nalant deliberately conducted exercises in this fringe area to show off his power to him.
Therefore, in fact, it doesn't matter whether it is a performance or not. It is very likely that Nalant did not prepare the content of the exercise from the beginning. After all, what kind of war strategy can he, a good-for-nothing second son, know?
Now that his numerical advantage was directly being pushed to the ground and rubbed against him, he probably had no choice but to show off on purpose, running in formation with the guards, pretending to be a nobleman who knew how to lead troops in war.
"Let's see how long you can keep pretending!" Quinte was not in a hurry. The anger he had suppressed for a long time these days finally came out. He was sitting under the shade of a tree, eating the fruit handed by the servant, and watching Nalant's 'poor performance'.
Nalant The worse his performance, the stronger his sense of superiority.
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