Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 547

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Among the nobles who lived far away, perhaps as far away as Nauril, there were some who did not believe in Encred’s fame.

No, it’s not that I don’t believe it, but I think it’s a bit of a boast.

It made no sense to hear the bard sing songs of the iron wall, songs of the knight standing alone against the sky, etc.

It is said that he drew a line across the ground with his burning sword, and a wall of flames rose up in front of him.

There are some who have written songs detailing what Encred did, but originally, such stories tended to spread better if they were exaggerated and nonsensical.

What is commonly said is that fantasy must be added.

It was a time when people watched hangings for entertainment, so this kind of storytelling itself was a very enjoyable pastime.

Some far away were half-believing or less-believing, the naïve or those who believed that Encred really wielded a blazing sword of fire, but within the Border Guard, Encred’s reputation grew without end.

There were those who went directly to the battlefield and their families.

They all shouted Encred’s name.

It was as if I was witnessing the birth of a hero right before my eyes.

A monster is someone who kills a thousand men alone, but he is someone who stops a thousand men and ends the fight with only sweat and blood on the ground.

There was not a single person present who did not call Encred’s name.

“When I grow up, I will become an ironclad knight!”

The streets were filled with children making noise like this.

In this situation, what would the soldiers think of Encrid?

It should have been an honor just to be together.

But that hero says he will participate in the training.

It is said that a knight, especially one with the reputation of being an ironclad knight and the highest authority in control of a large territory, is participating in the rescue operation by soldiers.

Even those commonly referred to as the “Mad Men” were there.

All the soldiers were excited and tense.

There were those who trained with Encred in the past, but even they forgot about his past for a while.

Even those who gnashed their teeth at the name Audin did not expect Encrid to attack people with such venom.

After all, a reputation can put a veil over people’s eyes.

So what I’m saying is that this was unexpected.

Moreover, Clemen was a soldier who decided to join the army after Encred left for the West.

Even though there was no all-out war, she had sprained her ankle by herself. She wasn’t ashamed of it or anything.

At that time, I was so excited that I couldn’t see anything except Encred’s back, the wall, and the stopped enemy.

“I heard that he was a soldier who fell alone and got injured.”

That was until that great knight came to him and said:

“Huh? Oh, I’m Clemen from the Infantry!”

“Oh, that guy? The guy who fell and broke his knee in a battle where no one got hurt?”

“I heard you sprained your ankle.”

Rem spoke and Saxon chimed in. Audyn followed with a smile, which was quite a sight.

“You fell and got hurt? Sister, is there something wrong with your ankle?”

“Does that make sense?”

A man named Pell also spoke up, and then Lawford looked at him and said, “I can’t take sides with this one either,” and Clemen was left in a daze.

What is this? Are you going to blame me for falling down alone? No one said anything?

Encred took the words naturally.

“It’s because I lack physical strength. I’ll start mountain rescue from today.”

The expressions on the faces of the surrounding soldiers, some of whom were veterans, brought back old memories.

Come to think of it, that Encred bastard was a training-crazy bastard.

I was not only harsh on myself, but also on those around me.

From then on, the course of the Kubo, which normally required running through the training grounds or the fields right behind the city, was changed to the Pen-Hanil Mountains.

Of course, it wasn’t going through the middle of a mountain range, but I wondered if it was right to go into a mountain half filled with monsters and beasts and half filled with trees just to train.

Didn’t the Border Guard recently kill so many monsters in the mountains that they banded together and created a colony?

That actually happened.

It’s common for monsters or beasts to form colonies within the mountain range.

The monsters and beasts that Encred used to kill while traveling around were also like that.

“Aren’t you running? Do you all have something wrong with your ankles like Clemen?”

At Encred’s one word, everyone started running.

Rest was the beginning of a cycle of giving food to dogs.

It was literally a race to the brink of death, and the monsters and beasts that popped out in the process were just a bonus.

“Don’t stop. If you stop, you’ll die.”

That extra charge was dealt with by the knight’s power.

We didn’t fight, we literally dealt with it.

“Go to God!”

The fist of the former instructor, Audin, displayed a destructive power that no one dared to confront.

Even if that weren’t the case, it would have been normal for those who had gone to war not to have the courage to attack them.

Some of the soldiers thought it would be educational to watch the knights fight up close, but that only lasted for a short time.

I started running before the sun rose and came back after seeing the sunset, and some of it made me wonder if this was the right thing to do.

Clemen, in particular, was mentally exhausted.

“Do you all want to fall like Clemen?”

Encred shouts.

“Do you want to get hurt like Sister Clemen? I’ll separate your ankle for a moment, brother. Just say the word.”

When I forgot, the author named Audin opened his mouth and his voice was also loud.

“You can get hurt without fighting, but don’t get hurt because you lack stamina! Clemen, run!”

Former drill instructor Lawford also spoke up.

“Why do you think Clemen or something fell? In my opinion, it’s because he lacks talent.”

The last one is a guy named Pel, and Clemen found this guy the most annoying.

“You don’t have the talent to run. No, you lack the talent to stand properly. If you lack the talent, then try harder. Effort.”

He said that without even a hint of laughter, but I really wanted to kill him.

Clemens held on.

Of course, this wasn’t done to harass a single soldier.

This soldier is just a trigger. A trigger to train more and run more.

Most of the commanders knew that and treated Clemen well.

Behind the scenes, Lawford also ordered him to do so.

Lawford knew how to take care of his men in one way or another.

He was originally quite clumsy, but his time in the madhouse made him accustomed to such things.

Since no one is taking care of you, shouldn’t you take care of yourself?

Audin is the same, they are people who just drive people to death.

Also, it wasn’t just about training.

There was still time left until going to the palace, and while individual training was training, the intention was to increase the capabilities of the entire unit.

Crice said the quickest way to increase military capacity was:

“Separate the units. Divide the units by their specialties. It’s already in progress, but it takes a lot of work to select soldiers with exceptional abilities. It also takes a lot of work to separate them out and create units and make them fit together.”

Among the soldiers, there were many who were outstanding in ability and abilities that surpassed the normal standards.

The Border Guard’s name spread throughout the continent, and in the vicinity, its fame was so great that it seemed to pierce the heavens.

Even if some corrupt priests try to establish a base here, religion will not be able to easily penetrate there.

In the Border Guard, Encred was almost like a religion.

As a result, priests who used their sincerity as a weapon rather than seeking additional income were able to hold out for a while.

It was natural that people would flock to the place as its reputation grew.

And just as the priests were filtered out, so too were the swordsmen filtered out.

Although there are those who come here for the immediate high salary, the training intensity of the Border Guard standing force is so brutal that it is hard to believe that this place is hell.

As a result, people of all kinds gathered.

Even among the giant half-bloods, there were quite a few, excluding Teresa.

There were a few proggs, and quite a few fairies, dwarves, and beastmen.

Encred believed that simply looking at someone’s skills was not enough.

To put it broadly, there are those who feel it, and if you break it down into detail, you have to look at physical strength, swordsmanship, posture, and even attitude.

It was still like that.

I pushed them to their limits and made them run, and observed their attitude.

Well, honestly, it was kind of fun to make fun of the half-injured soldier.

If the soldier had been intimidated, I would have just let it go, but he clenched his teeth and charged forward.

Every time the soldier’s name was mentioned, some people frowned.

Those with short thoughts and aggressive personalities thought that the training they were receiving was because of Clemen.

Some of them were taken by Rem.

“You’re out. Drop out and join us over there.”

Encred told his men to pick out the soldiers they liked and trained, and Rem chose the ones who were annoying and would make them want to beat up and still lose their temper no matter how much they got beaten.

It was my taste. It was easier to teach by beating them up.

Audin also focused on the faithful.

Those who seek the Lord and the Father while running.

Physical condition can be overcome through training, but sincerity cannot be forced upon oneself.

It was natural that both looked at the basics, but there was a difference.

Teresa also picked some, but she only picked those of similar size to herself.

These are giant half-breeds, those born with strength, or those who are naturally large.

They were soldiers who grew up hearing the sound of warriors in the place where I was born and raised.

Lawford only looked at the technology.

When running and fighting against monsters or evil spirits, each person’s habits would come out.

When you’re tired, the things that are familiar to your body come out first.

Pel was awkward with group training. He was a shepherd, not a soldier. So he declined to be assigned to a direct unit, but Encred didn’t say anything.

Why would I make you do something you don’t want to do?

This view has not changed since I first became the leader of the Mad Squad.

Isn’t it natural for people around you to admire Encrid?

Don’t Rem, Ragna, Saxon, and Audin know the first Encrid who was struggling with his poor skills?

Has Encred changed between then and now?

Of course, some things may have changed, but the fundamentals remain the same.

Even though he has now become a knight and his skills have become similar to theirs after the war with Azpen.

Saxony was also absent because he thought those under his command were too busy to handle, and Sinar was originally a reconnaissance unit under his command. It would have been a good idea to make them his direct unit.

The most unusual thing about this is that Esther already has her own unit, which is not here.

She selected and trained a few soldiers with magical talents, and Christ even named them the Magic Infantry.

Esther said that she had been teaching them quite diligently for some time and that there were now close to twenty of them.

“Jump.”

Encred also spoke and took in a few of them.

These are people who clench their teeth and don’t even want to pretend that they are having a hard time.

I put aside all things like ability and talent and only looked at attitude.

Because everyone has their own standards.

One day, two days, three days, four days.

Some of the Border Guard standing forces gave up their service.

There was no choice.

“This is crazy.”

Why do we have to endure this training?

What was surprising was that among those whom the mad unit members had pointed out as direct subordinates, not a single one quit.

Everyone may have had a good eye for people.

Well, it’s true that the guys that Rem took couldn’t stop even if they wanted to.

“From today onwards, you are the axe unit. You all use axes.”

Rem has been like this from the beginning.

“Why are you telling me to use an axe? Damn, I’ve only ever used spears my whole life.”

“A guy who can’t even fight properly talks back?”

Rem was forceful. Instead, he showed it with his actions. An axe is a single-edged sword. It is shorter than a sword and significantly shorter than a spear.

Instead, the destructive power I saw from the distance I wanted was far greater.

Those brought by Rem were all on the bad side, and these pups had a habit of rushing at anyone, whether they were holding a spear or something else.

So, if you’re going to fight by charging forward with force while holding a spear that can bend the soldiers, why are you holding a spear at all?

Rem wasn’t the kind of person who would explain things so kindly.

He got beaten up.

“Just do it if you tell me to do it.”

A runaway? Rem wasn’t one to leave him alone.

“If you jump, you die.”

When he said this and showed his true intentions, everyone kept their mouths shut.

There was no place to protest against the coercive training.

In fact, everyone secretly agreed with Rem’s training.

Because I held the axe and did as I was told, my skills improved.

“Hey, do you want to learn some magic too?”

Rem got a little greedy there.

I think it would be okay if I taught him a few spells.

However, a problem occurred here.

Not everyone learns like Encred.

It’s not common for people to tell someone to die whether they succeed or not.

“If we do it like this, it will work. Why doesn’t it work?”

It’s not like Rem had any particular talent for teaching.

Looking at the overall situation, Kreis wished there were more talented people.

‘Roford is good at it.’

Other authors came close to harassing the soldiers.

The most ideal of these was Lawford.

But even from an outsider’s perspective, it seemed like he was giving them excessive training.

Some of the soldiers complained about why they had to train so much when they wouldn’t even fight right away, but as if he had predicted it, Crys drove them into the Pen-Hanil Mountains.

‘There’s a training ground right behind us, so why not use it?’

There wasn’t any.

Although he was busy concluding the treaty with Azpen, Crys knew all too well that nothing would go well if he did not prepare in advance.

This was especially true when it came to raising the military.

Even if you have the equipment, there’s no answer if you fall down like Clemen due to a weak mind or lack of leg strength.

Even if the formalities and basic training are like that, in the end, when a real fight occurs, the victory or defeat will be determined by the training of the unit and the capabilities of the soldiers.

At this point, Clemens has become a proper noun.

“If you fall behind, you become Clemens who fell!”

Because this kind of thing used to come up.

And Clemen gritted his teeth and trained hard until he was selected as a member of Encred’s escort unit.

“Pfft, I got promoted and ended up getting beat up all over.”

She has developed a sense of humor and evil.

A month passed by in a flash.

To be honest, I just spent my time training.

There were a few days of celebration after the war, but they were only temporary.

“Then please take care of it while I’m gone.”

Before leaving, Encred entrusted Fel with his personal escort. It was natural, since Fel had been acting like his adjutant during training.

Anyway, it was time to head to the palace.

“Have a nice trip.”

Encred, Rem, and Audin were there with Graham and Crys, who came out to greet them.

Ragnar was out with an injury, and Saxon shook his head. He had no intention of going with them.

Sinar seemed to be having a blast training with his unit lately, and Esther couldn’t figure out what he was thinking.

So the three of them walked towards the palace.

It was a trip with a completely different atmosphere than when I went to the capital before.

It was the power of the safe road that Krang and Crys had created.