I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice Chapter 329
In order to prevent the medals from being worthless, Shirou took the time to redesign the types of medals. There are four types of medals for internal affairs officers, military, magicians, and civilians, as well as four types: bronze, bright silver, gold, and red gold.
The original medal was changed to the Camelot Medal, which has the highest gold content.
And the red gold dragon-shaped medal in Artoria's hand is still the representative of the highest honor.
This made Morgan, who was awarded the Magician Red Gold Medal not long ago, very envious.
Shirou is walking along the road with Aggumon.
When people saw Shirou, they stopped what they were doing and looked at Shirou with longing.
Shirou said: "My people, don't stop what you're doing. Continue to work vigorously as usual, for our bright future!"
"My king! My king!"
People shouted, full of anger.
Everyone looked at Shirou with longing and respect.
So it is with the Cornishmen, so it is with the Carnleys, and so it is with men from other lands.
People's wishes are actually very simple.
In modern times, I want to earn more money, be better for myself and my family.
In ancient times, people also wanted to spend more money and eat more food, which would be better for themselves and their families.
In the final analysis, the development of human civilization is nothing more than human yearning for beauty.
Shirou knows this and fights for it, so people love him.
Arriving at the barracks, a group of soldiers wearing bright silver armor and the magic gun Gayabog are training.
They yelled, with the breath of magic in their hands suddenly, with a wave——
"Boom, boom, boom—!"
The earth is split open.
There are a total of 1,000 people in this army, all of whom have been endowed by Shirou with [Magic Power Release], [Battle Continue], and [Intuition].
No matter how hard and tiring he was, Shirou insisted on rubbing the magic spear, rubbing the armor, and bestowing skills.
And these thousand people were the ones he squeezed himself to pull up.
At this moment, after Shirou's army has achieved self-sufficiency, there are already 3,000 regular troops. Basically, there is a magic gun Gayabog, but the armor and inherent abilities are not complete yet.
Lanmaloch, who was training the spearmen, saw Shirou and hurriedly stopped.
The soldiers were very excited when they saw Shirou.
Ranmallock asked: "Soldiers, what is our spirit?"
"Patriotism, mercy, honor, valor, sacrifice, humility, justice, honesty!"
The soldiers shouted loudly, their faces were resolute, and their eyes were full of faith.
Shirou looked at them with a smile: "Is the training hard?"
"No hard work!"
All of them blushed with excitement and shouted loudly.
The sound shocked the world.
"Then train more, your glory be with me!" Shirou said.
The soldiers trained more vigorously, and even the clouds in the sky were shaken away.
Shirou chatted with the soldiers who were training in the barracks, and the knights, and then left.
It's a pity that Gao Wen took turns leading troops to guard the border this month, so he didn't see him.
Shirou looked at Agguiwen and asked, "How many people are there in our regular army?"
Agguiwen said: "3672 people."
"More than 3,000 people... It's a bit low. Our food can fully support an army of 6,000 people." Shirou squinted his eyes.
Agguiwen said: "Our total population is about 67,000. If we expand the army, other aspects will not work well. Especially if you plan to build roads to connect to other territories..."
"I know, I mean, are there any mercenary groups around?" Shirou asked.
"What you mean... I understand!" Aggavin's eyes lit up, he licked his lips, and said, "Ireland and Gaul have mercenaries, there are about sixteen mercenaries, ranging in size from twenty There are anywhere from a few hundred people.”
"Everything that can be eaten is attracted by food and money. Those who can be kept are military leaders, and those who can't be kept are clean." Shirou said.
"Please rest assured, my king!" Agguiwen said, "I am good at this matter!"
"One more thing, did you let the poet go out to preach?" Shirou asked again.
"Let's go!" Aggavan said: "Please rest assured, whether it is Vortigern or the kings, they will only know that we in Cornwall are still struggling to survive, and the army is less than 500 people."
"That's good...by the way, Mr. Aggression."
"My king, what else is there? Please tell me."
"Be closer to Sir Bedivere, it's not okay to face bad things all the time." Shirou patted Agguwen on the shoulder, turned and left.
Agguiwen was taken aback, and then whispered: "I won't let you worry, my king! Because you -- and only you -- can lead Britain to the future!"
Full of longing and enthusiasm.
Over the past year, he saw how the king managed this dilapidated place in an orderly manner.
He also saw how this king knew people and made good use of them, putting the right people in the right place. Teach people wisdom, and coordinate the abilities of all people, so that everyone's power can be used together!
A year ago, he admitted a little mistake.
Maybe... no. Only this king has the greatest chance of winning!
The most important thing is that this king needs everyone's strength and cares about everyone.
It was like caring about him, afraid that he would get lost in the dark.
And this kind of concern was the first time he had experienced it since he was born.
Not being used as a tool, nor being used, but real care and control.