Chapter 17 Assessment of Soldiers in Three Different Ranks
"Out, next group," Zachary's voice boomed, and the ten civilians left with disappointment.
This was already the tenth group, totaling a hundred people, and not a single one had completed the obstacle course.
The best performer had only managed two-thirds of it, which was just 650 feet. Henry was taken aback. Was they too weak?
"Henry, the civilians are too weak. It's already good that they can achieve this much," Wyatt tried to console him.
"Hmm... Let's change the rules. Anyone who completes 325 feet will pass. Those who complete 650 feet will receive a fifty percent increase in treatment, and those who complete 980 feet will have their treatment doubled," Henry said, feeling helpless as he had to adjust the soldier ranks.
Originally, he had planned to divide them into regular soldiers, elite soldiers, and special forces after some training. It seemed he had to do it earlier.
"I agreed. The best soldiers should be respected in the military," Wyatt approved.
By the end of the day, only eight people had completed 980 feet, thirty-two had completed 650 feet, and a hundred and eight had completed 325 feet.
Henry was not satisfied with these numbers, especially the eight who had completed 980 feet. It is far from what he had hoped for.
"Those eight who completed 980 feet are the top hunters in the territory. They can all individually hunt wild boars and wolves," Wyatt said, looking at the familiar faces in the crowd with joy.
As someone who lived in the same territory, Wyatt naturally knew these people, and he highly regarded the skills of several of them.
He even specifically mentioned a person named Leo. Henry looked over and found that Leo was only in his early twenties. Wyatt said that Leo had already hunted tigers alone.
"Good."
Henry looked at the hundred and forty-eight people in front of him. They didn't look good at the moment, all of them holding a large plate and eating voraciously. Even if they choked, they wouldn't spit it out, swallowing it down as if they were a group of starving ghosts.
"After they finish eating, take them to the military camp and start training from today," Henry ordered.
The military camp was not far from the castle. Henry had ordered it to be set up two days ago. Although it was very simple, it could still be considered a military camp.
Wyatt took the people to the military camp. Henry heard that Wyatt had military experience, so he temporarily left these people to him.
Under Wyatt's leadership, the hundred and forty people were brought to the military camp, requiring them to stand tall with their chests out, legs together, and hands tightly pressed against the sides of their thighs, all in formation.
Leo curiously looked at everything. The reason he joined the army was simply because that plate of spaghetti tempted him. After all, he was a top hunter and never lacked food.
Now, he was a little curious. Everything in this military camp was full of novelty, arousing his strong curiosity.
Leo looked at Wyatt on the platform. He knew of Wyatt's prowess, having heard that he had achieved great feats at a young age and even became a knight in the capital.
It could be said that Wyatt was one of the few people Leo admired, and Henry was also someone he admired, especially that plate of spaghetti, which he still remembered vividly.
"Ahem..." Wyatt's originally calm eyes immediately became sharp, filled with a sense of killing, instantly quieting down the previously noisy crowd.
"You are the ones who passed the assessment. Some of you did well, and some did poorly, and of course, the treatment will vary."
Wyatt immediately brought up what everyone cared about, "The salary you receive when you first join the army is based on your performance during the trial."
Many people breathed a sigh of relief. They joined the army for a high salary.
"Now, line up to provide your names and your family members' addresses. If you die in battle, the compensation will be delivered to your families."
After Wyatt finished speaking indifferently, he took a step back. He wanted to go and study the training plan that Henry had given him. Although he had been using his five sons for practice these past two days, he still felt a bit rusty.
"Follow me," David, the eldest of the five brothers, called out.
The crowd immediately followed, and they arrived at a warehouse. David handed over a token before they were allowed to enter.
Inside sat a middle-aged man, one of the three scribes they had recruited, now in charge of the camp's logistics.
"A total of one hundred forty sets of training uniforms, including shoes, hats, towels, wooden cups, wooden bowls, and so on!" The logistics scribe read the token and immediately arranged for the supplies.
David turned his head and shouted, "Now, line up one by one to receive your supplies."
Leo was the first in line. He stood before the logistics scribe, holding a pen, but he didn't know how to write.
"You can't read? I'll write, you read," the logistics scribe said with a kind smile, taking the pen and writing on the parchment. Those who could read would see a few words on the parchment: Military Personnel File.
"My name is Leo. I'm an orphan, and I live in Eldoria."
After the logistics scribe finished writing, he took a wooden sign and wrote Leo's name on it, along with the NO.1.
All these things had been arranged by Henry in the past two days, and it had cost him great efforts, especially setting up everything in the camp.
The logistics scribe handed the wooden sign to Leo and said solemnly, "Please do not lose this sign; it is your proof of identity."
"Thank you!" Leo shyly grinned and then went to David's side.
"This is your training uniform. From now on, everyone in the camp will wear this uniform. Those who don't will be punished," David said, stuffing a bunch of things into Leo's arms and sternly reminding him.
Henry had spent a lot of silver coins on these supplies just to give the camp a sense of formality.
