My Players Are So Fierce

“Move! Damn it, are you all as stupid as Kobolds? How many times have I taught you, when sprinting, not only should the warhorse move, but the rider must move together!

Your ten fingers and two arms aren’t just for eating, wiping your bottom, or entertaining yourself!

Back to the starting point, one more time!

This time if anyone’s movements still don’t meet the standard, they’ll do 30 extra sets! If one person in a team fails, the rest won’t get to sleep tonight either, you stupid bunch!”

The harsh and deep roaring voice carried a sense of dissatisfaction across the grassland at nightfall, like an invisible whip lashing at the new recruits ahead who were practicing wall-formation charges on horseback, making them turn their horses around and return to the starting point for another practice without any chance to complain.

These were all new recruits that Wing Cavalry Commander Valand recruited from Crimson Citadel.

This powerful and rough knight obviously didn’t understand the method of patient guidance; his training was always harsh and simple.

If once wasn’t enough, then twice, practicing until these stupid new recruits learned the most basic cavalry tactics. This was just their first lesson.

Becoming a Wing Cavalry member had been the dream of countless young people across the Transian lands for a very long time. Unfortunately, the destruction of Seicob City completely announced the end of the Wing Cavalry era.

Although that cavalry unit that once terrorized the continent hadn’t completely lost its organization, the few remaining members obviously couldn’t support Knight Valand’s dream of re-establishing the knights’ reputation.

He must supplement fresh blood for his legion.

Unfortunately, not everyone who could ride a horse could become Wing Cavalry.

The selection criteria for this special unit were extremely strict. Knight Valand had searched through the entire Crimson Citadel, but so far he had only very selectively chosen 100 people.

One-third of these 100 people were Murphy’s warriors.

Almost all members of Onboard Joy Stick’s Crimson Hammer and Sickle team passed the Wing Cavalry selection test, but the entry requirements for this new profession system were quite strict.

Just to transform into a Wing Cavalry Squire required Endurance and Strength attributes ≥7, which basically meant only the strongest individuals among humans could meet the standard.

The basic condition to complete the second transformation to become a Wing Cavalry Vanguard was completing the Black Iron Trial. In other words, every formal member of the Wing Cavalry was at least a Black Iron rank cavalry member. No wonder this military unit’s combat power was so formidable.

Even more understandable was that even during Transia’s most prosperous period, the Wing Cavalry’s establishment never exceeded 5,000 people.

This was practically gathering all the elites from among Transia’s capable warriors.

However, these prerequisites that were extremely difficult for ordinary people were very simple and easy for players, after all, they could level up quickly.

After Stick brother’s Crimson Hammer and Sickle team swept through the entire Gnoll Disaster event with first place in team battles, his 30 subordinates had all “Black Iron-ized”, naturally becoming excellent recruit sources in Knight Valand’s eyes.

Although the Osprey Knight was cursing non-stop at this moment, as if he was really teaching a bunch of hopeless idiots, he actually knew very clearly in his heart that these warriors of Lord Murphy had unbelievably strong talent in learning ability!

According to his past experience, newly recruited soldiers needed two months of training to maintain standard formation during charges, but these guys just became Wing Cavalry Squires yesterday, and their lance charges by nightfall today already showed good form.

At this rate, these guys could try completing the trial from Vanguard Light Cavalry to Shock Heavy Cavalry in two months at most.

Valand stared expressionlessly at the 60 new recruits charging across the grassland on horseback ahead. He could tell at a glance which ones were Murphy’s warriors and which were local Transians.

Because the learning progress of both sides was completely on different levels, like a group of ground chickens mixed with some swans.

“Where did he find this bunch of geniuses?”

The Osprey Knight was shocked while also feeling hidden ecstasy in his heart.

If Murphy could continuously recruit such wise and strong mountain warrior from that mysterious “Saris” tribe, then his expectation of restoring a quarter of the Wing Cavalry’s establishment before the Black Disaster arrives wouldn’t be just a dream.

“Sunny, what do you think?”

Valand turned to look at his wife, who was also his cavalry deputy officer, his face full of inquiry.

Although his wife was from the mountain folk like himself, compared to Valand who was an illiterate brute, Lady Sunny was considered among the “well-educated” among the mountain folk.

In past battles, the Osprey Knight also relied heavily on his wife’s wisdom and advice.

“My suggestion is to separate these warriors from regular Transians for training.”

Lady Sunny replied straightforwardly:

“Just like you can’t raise eagles and roosters together, the local people’s training progress will slow down these little geniuses’ advancement.

Or change to another way!

Assign the locals as cavalry squires to them, this can achieve better coordination effects.

Lord Murphy’s warriors learn things very quickly, but they’re not perfect either.

These guys have very unstable personalities, they’re easily distracted by external changes, and it’s also hard for them to endure all hardships to perfectly complete large formation charge cooperation like real Wing Cavalry, so I think our training for them should have some bias.

It would be better to train them as scout knights or assault mounted scouts.

Moreover, their such excellent talents shouldn’t be constrained by innate bloodlines. I think this return to Seicob territory is an opportunity, Valand.”

Lady Sunny scratched her long braid that had a very “village girl” style, and this strong Wing Cavalry lady said in a deep voice:

“After they complete basic training, take them into the ancestors’ forest and ask the elders to help them obtain the blessing of the forest and nature.

This can help their bodies quickly grow stronger to adapt to the heavy armor charge training that will follow.

Also, they may already qualify to obtain their Shadow Mane warhorses.”

“Too early.”

The Osprey Knight disagreed with this.

He waved his hand and said:

“Shadow Mane warhorses are the noblest treasure of us Saxon mountain folk, how can we give them so easily to a group of plains people?

I admit they progress very quickly, but they still need to work harder to gain my recognition.

Moreover, Shadow Mane horses never submit to the weak, they still need more merits to gain those forest spirits’ recognition and following.

But what you said makes sense.

These guys’ talents in combat and learning are too formidable. If there were more of them, I would even consider establishing a separate assault cavalry unit just for them. I have a voice in my heart telling me that this might be the correct way to use them.”

“Knight Valand, the Little Countess calls for you to go over, saying she has important matters to discuss with you.”

As Knight Valand was talking with his wife, a Wing Cavalry member without armor rode over and reported a message to him.

Valand nodded, handed the new recruit training to his wife, then quickly headed to the temporary camp that had been set up in the rear.

“Damn, this NPC is too strict!”

After seeing the “death instructor” Knight Valand leave, Kind-Face Giant Shark Uncle who was training on horseback on the grassland couldn’t help but complain:

“My calves shake just seeing him, is this what they call ‘killing intent’?”

“You haven’t left the saddle since yesterday afternoon, your calves would shake doing anything now, it’s not about killing intent.

It’s only because we eat less and go to the bathroom less frequently, otherwise we’d definitely soil our pants.”

Nearby, Joy Stick rubbed his already numb bottom and complained heavily:

“I’ve used up all my lifetime’s horse riding opportunities these past few days. Damn, I feel like we made a wrong choice.

This Wing Cavalry isn’t as wonderful as it looked.”

“Regretting now? It’s too late! Our normal professions have all been overwritten by the Wing Cavalry new recruit transformation, and this game doesn’t have respec options, now we can only grit our teeth and persist.”

The Tiger Leopard Rider brothers were quite optimistic.

They felt Wing Cavalry suited the IDs they gave themselves, and besides, who wouldn’t be fascinated by heavy cavalry formation charges as hot-blooded men?

Of course, they didn’t forget the main task. Tiger Leopard Rider Lin came over and quietly said to Stick brother who was massaging his legs:

“We’ll reach Seicob City tomorrow, so should we start treasure hunting then?”

“No rush, let’s follow the storyline first.”

Stick brother waved his hand and said:

“Just before departing I received the ‘Blood Vulture Arsenal’ treasure hunting intel from Lord Murphy, that place is in the further northwest of Seicob territory, we’re digging up two treasures this time.

So brothers save up your energy, let’s wait for Meow King and others to come join us before discussing anything else.”

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In a luxurious gray tent gifted by Lord Murphy, Valand met his lord.

Little Countess Sharon was busy drawing a set of design drawings at this moment, while her engineering apprentice Brother Loyalty was helping beside her, the two discussing replacing Brother Loyalty’s left mechanical arm with a more powerful battle sword.

Valand didn’t understand these complex things.

He glanced at the drawings on the table and found that the new battle sword applied to the mechanical arm looked very much like a mantis’ scythe, supported by complex mechanical structures that looked quite eye-catching.

Perhaps this was another “wisdom” from those warriors?

“Valand, you’re here, I received bad news.”

Little Countess Sharon had been able to run and jump since transforming into a vampire, her mood was also better than before, with more sprightly girlishness fitting her age in her manners.

However, her little face was very serious when discussing matters now.

She pushed up the flight goggles hanging on her forehead, and said quite helplessly to her most loyal knight:

“Lord Murphy caught a sorcerer under the Gnolls in the Foul Swamp, who revealed terrifying news about Seicob City after interrogation.

Our city was destroyed.

We thought the disaster had passed, but actually the uneasy shadows have been hiding and encircling beneath the ruins, slowly crawling in the darkness.

According to Lord Murphy, the spirit plague used by the Pioneer Army two years ago was the malicious creation of some sorcerers from the Circle Tower.

Those plagues not only killed our compatriots but would also transform them into undead creatures, imprisoning their souls in decaying bodies preventing them from returning to the embrace of the forest and ancestors.

And now, those undead creatures have gathered together under the ruins of Seicob City, they are waiting for orders from the mastermind behind the scenes.

Perhaps in just one day, our former compatriots and relatives will step into the mortal realm again with cursed bodies.”

“How evil!”

Valand was shocked by this news.

After they escaped from the hell of Seicob City two years ago, they had sent scouts to approach the city ruins for reconnaissance, and even Valand himself had ventured into the city several times braving the remaining plague, but he hadn’t found anything worth noting in Seicob City, all because the perception and protection granted by the forest was very difficult to take effect in that evil place.

He didn’t doubt that Lord Murphy would joke about such matters.

But if this news was true, then their journey back to Seicob City would be full of dangers.

“You must return to Crimson Citadel immediately!”

The Osprey Knight knelt before the Little Countess and said seriously to Sharon:

“You’ve finally gained health, you can’t venture into dangerous places again. I will go to the ruins of Seicob City in your place to bring back the old Count’s remains and the tools you left there.

That Lord Murphy said well, currently Transia has a hundred things to rebuild, every bit of manpower is extremely precious, especially rulers like you.

We can’t take risks now.”

“No, Valand, I know you’re worried about me, but now I must go back with you personally.”

Little Sharon shook her head, clenched her fists and explained:

“If Lord Murphy’s news is true, then it means I might see my parents beneath the ruins. Although not the kind of meeting I hoped for, I must go.

I want to see if there’s still possibility of saving my parents and our compatriots.

Lord Murphy informed me in the communication that the Gnoll sorcerer has something called the ‘Command Scepter’, that’s a secret tradition of the Moon Priests of the Sanghai Empire for controlling the dead. If my parents and our compatriots are also controlled by such evil things, then after the regret last time we can’t let them down again this time.

We are children of the forest!

We are bound by nature and wildness in our souls and lives, we never abandon our own people, neither death nor disaster can separate us.

Moreover we left too hastily back then, the spirit armor forging diagrams for Wing Cavalry and Shadow Mane warhorses and the blueprints for various Wing Cavalry exclusive weapons are still with father.

You can’t rebuild the Wing Cavalry establishment without those things.”

“I will retrieve them, you can’t risk yourself again.”

Knight Valand remained very stubborn.

However the Little Countess wasn’t really seeking his opinion, a girl who could lead the Wing Cavalry to persist in the forest for two years after suffering hardships couldn’t possibly be weak.

Her summons now was just to notify her decision.

Seeing the persistence on Sharon’s pale face, Valand knew he couldn’t persuade his lord, this little girl might not look as strong and invincible as her old man at all, but this stubborn personality of hers was truly a proper mountain folk temperament.

“Fine, I can’t argue with you.”

The Osprey Knight finally compromised, but he insisted:

“You can come with us, but you can’t act alone, you must be accompanied by me or Sunny.”

“Sunny already has a child, can’t you not let her go to that dangerous place? That’s your first child, I’m still counting on him to become a Wing Cavalry general in the future.”

Little Countess Sharon exclaimed:

“Let Sunny return to the forest to rest peacefully, I’m now a very powerful vampire, I’m not afraid of those undead that crawled out from hell.”

“Yes yes yes, we also designed this for the new recruits!”

Brother Loyalty beside them also got excited.

He picked up a gas mask made of leather tubes from below his feet and handed it to the Osprey Knight, explaining:

“This thing can protect new recruits below Black Iron rank, I added two more filter layers inside, it can let us hold out longer in the remaining plague without consuming spirit energy.

I heard you had to use nature spirit energy’s purification light every time you entered the ruins before, now you don’t need those anymore, my little mentor and I also made two boxes of ‘Vampire’s Fist’.

These are enough for us to complete this ruins exploration.”

Knight Valand glanced at those arc-shaped land mines placed at the edge of the tent, he had personally witnessed the scene when this thing exploded in the military camp before, the power was indeed terrifying.

“The new cavalry short rifle is almost done too.”

Little Sharon patted the drawings on the table and said:

“This new knowledge feels like it opened up a new world for me. Just wait, Valand, I will personally rebuild our Wing Cavalry into the continent’s number one cavalry!

Those things that were taken away before, we must take them back with our own hands! Murphy promised, at some point in the future, we will face the Pioneer Army and Marshal Loren again!

I don’t doubt Murphy’s determination in this matter at all, we will finally meet those warlike short people who destroyed our homeland on the battlefield again, and next time, we will let him and his soldiers truly experience what despair means! Just as they destroyed our past.

Of course, we won’t use plague.

Even vampires must be more merciful than these people who pursue war, enjoy war and glorify war.”