The Lord Of Blood Hill

Chapter 595: Genius Is Not Limited by Class!

Just like that, training that almost dismantles the command system does not reduce the army's combat strength at all.Instead, the four legions grow at a speed everyone can see.

Peace Haven's training method does not break up the armies themselves. It only dismantles the noble officer system.

Take a hundred-man unit as an example. The temporary officers selected now are all promoted from inside the unit.

The soldiers and officers are already familiar with one another, so there is almost no unfamiliarity.

In fact, in most legions of the other countries, posts such as captain of a thousand are held by nobles.

As for centurions, many them are the attendants or retainers of the noble officers who command those thousand-man units.

Nobles have, after all, received sufficient education. They know more things, and at least in military matters, they are at least not complete fools.

The problem lies with the centurions below them. They are effectively the direct followers of the captains of a thousand, and their ability in combat command varies wildly.

Most of the time, the specific tactical command is actually issued in their place by veteran soldiers selected from within the unit.

Since that is the case, Henwell simply removes the incapable frontline officers from these four legions.

In any industry, outsiders commanding professionals becomes a joke.

But in the army, in war, an outsider giving commands costs lives.

Holy Lake City has an envoy here, and he is very dissatisfied with Henwell's actions.

Finally, he cannot hold back and goes to find Henwell. "My lord, privately promoting our soldiers to become officers has already gone too far."

"However, since this is preparation for war, we will not say too much about it."

"But I truly cannot accept that you are giving those promoted soldiers the same salary as noble officers."

"You are humiliating noble officers, and even more, you are wasting our funds."

"In your eyes, these soldiers have combat experience and are veterans who have fought for a long time, but they are farmers after all. They will never compare to nobles!"

Henwell beckons. "Angeli! Come here and tell this noble lord what position you hold now."

A large man in his thirties steps forward with a hand on his sword. "Envoy, I am Peace Haven's Second Battle Regiment commander, under Peace Haven's First Legion!"

Henwell continues, "This battle regiment commander of mine, if placed in your Ogiro army, could serve as the overall commander of a regular legion, let alone even an ace legion!"

The envoy cannot refute that. As Peace Haven's earliest established regular military force, the First Legion has long since proven how elite it is in repeated battles.

Those who can serve as battle regiment commanders in this legion are all the finest military talents selected and cultivated by Peace Haven.

They must not only be able to command battles, their personal ability must also be outstanding.

The fact that Angeli can sit in this position is enough to prove how outstanding he is.

Then Henwell continues, "Now, Angeli, tell this noble lord what you used to do."

Angeli smiles. "Envoy, from your accent, you should be from Ricewater City, yes?"

"Coincidentally, my original home is also Ricewater City. I used to be a serf of the Book family outside the city."

"My usual work was cleaning in the mill, while also occasionally acting as a human punching bag for the young masters of the Book family."

"When I was fifteen, because I secretly collected the livestock feed left over from the mill's operation, I was whipped thirty times and almost died."

"Perhaps they thought I would not survive, so the Book family simply sold me."

"After two years of being sold from one place to another, I arrived at Peace Haven, was taken care of by my lord, and finally made my way step by step to where I am now."

"To be honest, even now, I am still very good at mill work."

Angeli is being modest. He is not merely good at it. In Peace Haven's grain processing plants, he has already received bonuses for several patented inventions.

He is a newly promoted senior commander whom Henwell likes very much: steady and restrained, patient and hardworking, and quick-witted as well.

If Peace Haven forms a new legion, he will very likely become its legion commander.

Angeli's words shock the envoy and also make him understand what Henwell means.

Genius?

Naturally noble bloodline?

Ordinary people can still climb to the top one step at a time.

After a moment of silence, the envoy can only turn and leave.

Henwell calls after him. "Since you are also from Ricewater City, why not take a message for Angeli?"

After saying that, Henwell looks at Angeli. "Do you have anything you want to say to your old masters? Do you want to go whip them thirty times?"

Angeli smiles and shakes his head. "Heh. Of course not. I do not have that kind of free time. My lord once said that when a person is standing under someone else's roof, he has to lower his head."

"And once he gains ability, he also cannot overturn the old roof merely to vent a breath of anger."

"That would only prove one thing: that all the ability he obtained came from luck, not from what he deserved through his own capability."

However, Angeli changes his tone. "Speaking of which, there is one thing. Envoy, if you have time to return home, why not bring a message for me?"

"Tell the masters of the Book family."

"I did not steal the refined feed their mill ground for the horses. I was only cleaning the millstone and used those unwanted leftovers to feed the mule in the mill."

"It was so hungry it was all skin and bones. When it worked, it had no strength at all and could only struggle on because the whip forced pain into it."

"While you are at it, remind the master of the Book family that livestock cannot do much work if it does not get enough to eat. No amount of whipping fixes that."

"The same is true for serfs."

Henwell slaps the table and bursts into laughter. "Hahaha! See? This is one of Peace Haven's excellent commanders!"

"Do you see it now? This man born a serf, doesn't he look more like a noble than you do?"

"By the way, let me remind you of something. Strictly speaking, I was born a serf too!"

"We never avoid our origins. We dare to look directly at our old shame because..."

At this point, Henwell pauses, and the senior officers throughout the meeting hall shout in unison, "Because that is the road I came from!"

"Hahaha..."

Looking at the room full of senior commanders laughing, the Lumir envoy quickly leaves.

Clifford, who has accompanied the envoy, cannot help looking back at Henwell and the others.

He does not find it funny. Instead, he feels his scalp prickle, and his whole body turns cold.

He truly cannot imagine how far a force like this can grow if it continues growing.

Right now, the army made up of these people has already shown the other countries what a real professional army is.

Clifford is a soldier. He clawed his way up from being a centurion to becoming a military overseer.

His noble rank also rose from an insignificant lordling at the beginning to the viscount he is now.

Only he knows how hard that road was.

Peace Haven's military organization structure completely avoids every internal flaw that exists in the armies of the countries now.

Even someone who does not understand the military can now see that in only half a month, the spirit of these four Lumir legions has already changed enormously compared with before.