The morning mist churned amid piercing whistles as Lin Ruoyu's army boots ground over the frost-covered gravel road. He watched his troops emerge from the thin fog... three hundred pairs of regulation leather boots struck the ground in perfect unison, as though an invisible steam engine were controlling these bodies of flesh and blood.
The Ω symbols embroidered on the shoulders of the soldiers' dark green coats bobbed as they ran. They were the insignia of the Extreme Warriors, yet at that moment they looked like three hundred mocking grins.
"Keep formation!"
Captain "Madman" waved his copper-plated saber and berated a soldier who was looking around, reminding him that he had fallen a step behind and disrupted the formation's orderly rhythm.
"Instructor, take down his name! If he does it again, give him three strokes of the rattan whip!"
The ducklike squawking sent a jolt through every militiaman in the ranks, making them all take things seriously.
This player loved military games and was always showing off his aesthetic obsession with line formations, to the point of being downright exacting.
But that was also why, at the regiment's internal meeting, the other players had unanimously voted him chief instructor of recruits. His rank was captain, second only to the regiment's commander, Lin Ruoyu.
Lin Ruoyu unconsciously rubbed the third brass button on his coat with his index finger, pondering the assignment and requirements Prince Chris had given him the previous night.
Three hundred NPC soldiers were not the limit. The prince thought highly of the Extreme Warriors' methods and planned to assign the remaining seven hundred militiamen to them.
That was good news, since it would increase the regiment's numbers and strength, but it was also bad news.
There were only so many militiamen, barely thirteen hundred in total. If