"No matter what, the initiative of the Horse-Faced Guard is a good thing." We also need to consider the problem comprehensively. Would it be bad if we dampened the enthusiasm of the Horse-Faced Guard?
"I'll go there. Five thousand militiamen need two years to settle down."
The high-level meeting decided that the Second Priest was going out to sea, and that the overheated Horse-Faced Guard had to be cooled down. Without wanting to dampen Horse-Faced Guard's enthusiasm too much, the Second Priest had also brought a few instructors with him on this voyage, to support the village's construction as much as possible.
"Horse Face, I think you have also calculated the food supply. You have recruited so many militiamen. Are you going to let the old people of the Hai tribe starve..." The second priest still had to be scolded.
"Yes, you changed the militia's rotation training to once every ten days. But how meaningful is a ten-day militia training? Can such a militia really fight..."
"Since you've already promised these 5,000 militiamen, after all, you represent the Sea Tribe and cannot break your promise. Remember, lay a solid foundation and don't rush..." It was a fait accompli, and the Second Priest couldn't overturn it, right? The Sea Tribe was committed to its credibility.
The Second Priest merely followed Horse-Faced Demon around, inspecting Dragon Scale City and five villages. A few days later, he returned to Haifan City. After all, Horse-Faced Demon was the leader of Dragon Scale City, and too many restrictions wouldn't be a good idea. Horse-Faced Demon was appointed by the charlatans as the leader of Dragon Scale City, so whether he could succeed or not would require time to verify.
We can’t dismiss the Horse-Face just because of this incident, right?
In theory, Dragon Scale City is jointly governed by the Ox-Head and Horse-Face. However, the Salt Lake area is extremely important and cannot be separated from the Ox-Head. So, is Dragon Scale City left with only the Horse-Face? In other words, on the East Sea Island, the Sea Tribe has two branches and two leaders.
The Second Priest left, and Horse-Faced Guard became a little nervous. Theoretically, as the chief of a branch, you can't always beg for food from headquarters, right? Being as self-sufficient as possible and minimizing the burden on headquarters is what you, as the chief of a branch, should be thinking about.
Not only was Horse-Face somewhat greedy and reckless, but the village instructors also had some of this idea. Who wouldn't want to achieve as much as possible? With thousands of militiamen under his command, how much face would that give?
Recognizing his own problems, Ma Mian inspected the five villages under his command and called a meeting of instructors. Now that the problems had emerged, they had to be solved as best as possible.
The 1,000 militiamen were trained in rotation, with a ten-day cycle. Roughly 100 militiamen would arrive in the village for training each day. In theory, the village chief and instructors could still handle the workload. This extended the rotation cycle and saved a lot of food.
"Captain, let's implement an elimination system. We will eliminate a group of militiamen who have failed military training many times..." The new instructor brought by the second priest is older, but still very experienced.
"We can't just say we're fine with just training every ten days. The elimination system has created a sense of crisis among these militiamen. After training, even when they return home, they're focused on strengthening their military training. After all, being eliminated would be humiliating..."
"This is a good idea." Horse-Faced Guard nodded.
Another old instructor brought by the Second Priest said, "The elimination system is one aspect, and it can also be used to classify the militia. Militiamen who have performed well in military training are called Privates of the First Class, and they drink fat meat soup during training; those who have performed averagely in military training are called Privates of the Second Class, and they drink fish meat soup..."
"This is a good idea." Ma Mian nodded. There is always a way. The more he talked, the more open-minded he felt.
"You two are..." Ma liked these two instructors, who were in their twenties, more and more. They were talented. Indeed, for primitive people who reached adulthood at around thirteen, twenty-something was considered old. With at least seven or eight years of work experience, what else could they be but old?
"My name is Liang Tian, and his name is Liang Di."
"Okay, okay, you guys..."
"Captain, we are the deputy guards. Haifan City simply doesn't have that many instructors to transfer. We were temporarily transferred here by the Second Priest, and we will have to go back after autumn at the latest."
Oh my god! Horse-faced man was depressed. He wanted to recruit two talents, but they were deputy guards. Isn’t this nonsense?
Are there many instructors? Of course not. Do you think it's easy to train an instructor? He needs to be both civil and military.
Of course, most of the instructors are too young. Are they children who grew up in Haifan City?
"Liang Tian, Liang Di, let's not talk about anything else. Thank you for your hard work during this period." As a former deputy soldier of the Imperial Guard, leaders at all levels had to be more polite. "You little instructors, during this period, please learn from these two seniors."
"Yes!" He was young and inexperienced, so he had to learn. He was a powerful senior soldier of the Imperial Guards, with great prestige. The young instructor looked at him with admiration...
The Dragon Scale City militia immediately embarked on a vigorous reform. For those impoverished tribes, the Sea Tribe's word was, of course, final. Besides, the Sea Tribe had a point; well-trained soldiers deserved rewards. If you didn't have the skills, didn't get the good food, and were even eliminated, who could you blame? Was it your own incompetence?
Widening the gap and stimulating competition will make the team more dynamic.
The East Sea Island was currently relatively balanced, with even the Ghost Forest King Tribe showing no signs of provoking a cross-border conflict. As for the Grasslanders, they were genuinely willing to forge friendly relations with the Sea Tribe. In the Salt Lake, the Bull Head's group and the Tengu Tribe were getting along quite well, occasionally offering each other assistance.
It's true that if you want to survive, you have to be strong. The grassland people are willing to live in peace with the Sea Tribe, isn't it because the Sea Tribe is so strong? If you were a ghost town tribe like this before, without strength, the grassland people would have no problem killing you.
Of course, the grassland people learned the techniques of using large concrete basins and burning charcoal in the saltwater lake, which greatly increased salt production. They were also the beneficiaries, so everyone was happy.
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