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"One, two, stab!"

"Did you not eat, Bret? Straighten your back! "

"Eyes straight ahead. Stab!"

...

The barracks was filled with the sounds of the captains drilling the soldiers. Everyone was tense. The subordinates who were usually troublesome didn't jump out at this time because they knew that this was related to their boss's future. If anything happened, they would be finished.

Everyone's eyes drifted towards the dark green tent in the center of the camp. Finally, the tent opened and a few platoon jarls filed out.

A few clever lads greeted the platoon jarls. "Uncle Mond, you're out."

"Hello, platoon jarls!"

...

However, the platoon jarls were preoccupied and ignored the soldiers around them. They weren't people who didn't know how to read the situation. After greeting them, they returned to their formation.

Wyr was the last to come out. He walked straight to a group of soldiers who were training and randomly ordered two of them. "Go, call Jersson and Locke to the training ground at the back of the camp." The two immediately understood what was going on and quickly ran to get them.

When the excited lad came to Locke and conveyed Wyr's order, Locke knew that he had succeeded. Under the ambiguous gazes of his subordinates, Locke went to the training ground at the back of the camp alone.

The training ground at the back of the camp was a mysterious place to the soldiers. Only platoon jarls and above were qualified to train there. Moreover, it occupied an unusually large area. The training ground used by only a dozen people was almost the same as the one used by a hundred people in the camp.

When Locke arrived at the training ground at the back of the camp, Jersson was already standing at the door. The two of them greeted the soldiers on duty at the door and entered the training ground together. The soldiers on duty seemed to have received the news and said to them, "Sir Wyr is already in the training ground."

Jersson was a middle-aged man in his thirties. His military age was the same as Yoshk's. His face was slightly yellow, his physique was thin, and he was quite tall. He had a good reputation in the camp, so it wasn't surprising that he was promoted to platoon jarl.

"Brother Locke, I'm not surprised that you were promoted at all. Everyone in the camp knows your name," Jersson said, trying to curry favor with Locke.

"Brother Jersson, don't make me sound cold. Didn't you get promoted too? By the way, do you know how our positions were arranged this time? Which squadron are you going to? " One of them was from the 2nd Platoon, while the other was from the 1st Platoon. It was obvious that they would not be staying on as platoon leaders.

"I'm not sure, Brother Locke, but I think the camp will inform us in the afternoon," replied Gerson.

"Yeah, I think so too. Let's go quickly, don't let Lord Will wait for too long, "said Locke.

In fact, he should have addressed Jersson as' Uncle ', but since Jersson called him' Brother ', Locke followed suit. After all, the barracks were divided according to strength. Wilson's strength was not necessarily stronger than Locke's, and his position was the same as Locke's. They were both platoon jarls, so it was not a big problem for Locke to call him "brother".

As they spoke, they arrived at the center of the training ground. It wasn't just a simple training ground. There were many tents and towers on both sides. The center was a wide open space surrounded by fences. Wyr was in the largest area.

Locke and Jersson went up to greet him respectfully. "Lord Wyr," Wyr replied indifferently. "Yes." Wyr then pointed to the surroundings and said, "From now on, you can come here to train. I will come to guide you from time to time. Remember, don't destroy the equipment around you. You can use it however you like. "There were many spears, swords, and even a few sets of armor around the training ground.

"You should have guessed why I called you here today. The specific appointment will be announced soon, so I won't say much. Today, I will be teaching you Falconim, "said Wyr indifferently.

Although Wyr was a noble knight, and as a noble, he should keep his distance from the two commoners. However, they were all platoon jarls, so he still looked down on Locke and Jersson. Locke wasn't stupid, so of course he could sense it. Jersson was also a wily old fox. Although they didn't understand why Wyr was acting this way, they adjusted their posture to be humble. After all, they were asking for help.

"The Eagle Dou Qi is the standard Dou Qi of the Eagle Corps. Everyone from the Corps Commander to the ordinary soldiers train in the Eagle Dou Qi. This is a precious impetus codex that can be practiced until you reach the Knight rank. Before you start practicing, you must promise not to pass it on to others! "Wyr continued.

"Yes!" Both of them answered at the same time.

"Next, I will teach you how to breathe and condense impetus seeds. Listen carefully..." Wyr went straight to the point.

Locke spent the entire afternoon under Wyr's guidance. In the evening, the red clouds in the sky finally broke through the shackles of the dark clouds and revealed its true colors. Locke and Jersson were in a horse stance with their chests exposed. Their faces were flushed as they competed with each other.

This was the first step in impetus cultivation: condensing impetus seeds. The best age for a knight to cultivate impetus was between 12 to 14 years old. Unfortunately, both of them had missed this opportunity. However, both of them were mature and had stood out from hundreds of people to become platoon jarls. Although their aptitude wasn't the best, it wasn't too bad either.

Most people needed one to three days to condense Falconim seeds. This had little to do with aptitude, but it mainly tested one's willpower and control of the body. Although the two of them had not been clearly informed of their specific positions, at this time, neither of them was willing to give way to the other.

Finally, the moment the sunset disappeared and the red sun set, Locke shouted with a ferocious look in his eyes, "Condense!" At this moment, a speck of white the size of a grain of rice condensed under Locke's abdomen.

Perhaps he was provoked by Locke, but it didn't take long for Jersson to shout as well. As if he had exhausted all his strength, he stared at his abdomen. A speck of white quietly appeared.

Wyr, who had been waiting at the side for a long time, stepped forward. "As expected of someone from the barracks. You actually managed to condense it on the first day. Have a good rest tonight. From now on, follow the Falconim route I taught you to practice. If you have any questions, you can look for me in the training ground." After saying that, Wyr turned and left.

Locke and Jersson looked at each other, panting, and finally laughed at the same time. Both of them knew that they had stepped into the circle of the strong and had a little control over their own destinies. Not long after, two soldiers on sentry duty came to help Locke and Jersson back to camp. It must have been Wyr's order.

After being promoted to platoon jarl, they should be eating with the baron. However, it was already past mealtime and they didn't even know their specific duties, so they could only find something to eat in the barracks canteen. Corey, the cook in the canteen, had obviously received the news and had already prepared a feast for the two of them.

Although it was a feast, it was just white bread and meat soup. It was Locke's first time eating white bread. The long, jade-like white bread was crispy and sweet. Compared to the hard black bread, white bread was indeed something only the "upper class" could enjoy. Locke grabbed one with each hand and wolfed it down. Jersson's table manners weren't much better. Corey, the cook, was very attentive. He prepared six loaves of white bread and a large pot of meat soup for the two of them. The tiredness of the day disappeared in this meal.

After dinner, the two said goodbye and left. At this time, there was nothing in the barracks except for the patrolling lieutenants and the scattered torches. Everyone was basically in their own tents. Locke slowly walked back to his team's tent. To be honest, he had eaten too much. Although he had eaten meat before, it was all pork. It was the first time he had eaten such delicious food. Not to mention, it didn't affect his impetus seed at all. Otherwise, he would have cried.

As soon as he walked close to his team's tent, Peter, who was on night watch outside, spotted him. He shouted, "Brother Locke is back!" Immediately, a large group of people rushed out.

A few minutes later, Locke looked at the excited group with a livid face.

They had just dealt 10,000 critical damage to Locke. Imagine a person who had eaten too much being tossed back and forth by a group of strong men. How miserable would it be?

However, the dark night obscured Locke's expression, so the group of people didn't notice their boss's anger at the moment. They asked this and that excitedly. Looking at them, Locke had no choice but to patiently tell them about what happened this afternoon.

"Brother Locke, now that you've mastered impetus, are you stronger than before?" asked Hanses.

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