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Chapter 38 I Request a Duel
Upon hearing this, Kelsalina immediately panicked, as she had just been worried that the gender difference would lead to her being rejected.
But now that they've all been chosen, they're being challenged instead.
She understood.
These men simply feel that women are unreliable and dare not fight alongside them.
But she just wanted to prove...
She can fight!
They dare to fight!
Joining the reserves is the easiest way for free citizens to gain military merit, especially since she is currently just a serf.
And military achievements...
That is the foundation that can truly change one's destiny and help one climb up the social ladder!
Thinking of this.
She also raised her hand and made a request to Richard.
"My lord, I request to duel him!"
"I will prove with facts that I am definitely no weaker than him!"
Being a woman puts her at a disadvantage in some ways, but that doesn’t mean she will give up when faced with obstacles.
She wanted to show the lord that she was absolutely not lacking in the will and determination to fight!
...
Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two sides, Richard waved his hand, signaling them to calm down.
They've only just been formed, and they haven't even set any rules yet, and they're already fighting amongst themselves?
But their fighting spirit is still quite good.
in fact.
He made the decision to include female serfs in the militia after much deliberation.
Women's participation in combat is not uncommon in this world.
Especially in cases of first-in-line succession, there are quite a few female lords; the Ironblood Grand Duke who rules the Western Frontier is a woman.
and.
With Celia's example in mind, Richard didn't want to exclude them because of their gender.
There aren't many people to begin with, so wouldn't it be a shame to miss out on the next Celia?
Furthermore.
In some situations, it was also convenient for them to protect female serfs or female subjects.
Like Illala and Linor, they wouldn't have suffered like that if there had been female militiamen standing guard near the toilets at night.
They are all part of the chiffon cake family, and their privacy and dignity must be respected.
Seeing that everyone had calmed down.
Richard slowly began to speak:
"As long as someone is willing to fight for Chiffon and do their best to protect their territory, there is no distinction of gender, and I will treat them all equally."
"But you must remember this."
"Now that you've joined the militia, you must abide by the rules, train hard, and resolutely carry out my orders."
"If anyone feels that the training is too tough and they can't keep up, they can apply to withdraw from the training, and I will arrange another position for them."
Speaking of which...
His gaze sharpened, and his voice suddenly rose.
"but!"
"When Chiffon needs you to fight and fight bravely, anyone who dares to retreat on the battlefield and tarnish Chiffon's honor will regret ever being born!"
"Did you all understand?"
The twenty people immediately straightened up and responded in unison.
"clear!"
Richard nodded.
"Your attitude is quite good, I'm very satisfied. From now on, your militia will be under Captain Karl's command."
After leaving a word of encouragement, he turned and walked towards the tent.
Lord, step down.
The captain stepped forward.
...
He said.
"I'm very dissatisfied with you all!!"
Unlike Richard, who was gentle, he had the stern look of a soldier on his face and roared at the militia!
The sudden loud voice echoed like thunder in the open space.
The sound made the tops of the heads of the twenty militiamen buzz. Everyone was startled and lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.
Richard, who was still halfway there, chuckled.
"Don't think that being chosen as a militia member means everything will be fine. The lord has given you this opportunity, which is a great honor for you, but you are nothing right now!"
"You have no combat skills, no life energy, and you don't even know how to use a decent weapon!"
"The difference between you and the mob is that you are no longer rotten, spotted asses, but white-backed!"
talking.
His piercing gaze swept across everyone's faces, and no one dared to meet his eyes.
"Starting tomorrow, everyone will gather here for training before dawn every day!"
"Listen up! Mornings will be dedicated to physical training and basic combat skills; afternoons will be for learning weapon handling and formation coordination; and evenings will be for memorizing military discipline and key points of vigilance!"
"There are daily training targets. Anyone who fails to meet the physical fitness standards, whose combat skills are inadequate, or who cannot remember the key points of vigilance will have extra work points deducted!"
"During training, absolute obedience to orders is mandatory. No one may disobey, engage in private fights, or slack off!"
"If anyone violates any rule, not only will their work points be deducted, but I will also whip them ten times, and finally kick them out of the militia!"
Karl loudly announced the militia's rules and training standards, each one carrying a heavy penalty, causing everyone's faces to turn slightly pale.
They finally understood.
This seemingly glamorous and prestigious position requires immense effort behind the scenes.
"Are you scared!?"
Karl stared at them and demanded an explanation.
"If you're scared, get your asses right now and go to the lord and tell him you want to leave the militia. That way I can relax a bit and won't have to lead this bunch of garbage anymore!"
After a brief silence.
Kelsarina was the first to raise her head, her voice firm and her gaze intense.
"I'm not afraid!"
"I will definitely complete the training and will not let down the lord's trust and expectations!"
Spurred on by her words, the others also looked up and responded loudly.
"I'm not afraid!"
"As long as I have a breath left, I'll crawl up and keep training!"
...
Seeing their reaction, Karl's expression softened slightly.
"Very good. Since you're not afraid, then show some spirit. Don't just talk the talk but walk the walk during training."
"As long as you are willing to work hard, I will do my best to teach you, but how far you ultimately go depends entirely on yourselves!"
That's all.
He pointed to the weapons piled up not far away, all of which were made by Owen.
"There are twenty wooden swords and shields for training. After we're dismissed, everyone can go and collect them themselves."
"Get a good rest tonight and recharge your energy. Starting tomorrow, you'll be facing hellish training!"
"Disband!"
After saying that, he turned to find Im to discuss the selection of other instructors.
The twenty militiamen received their own wooden swords and shields one after another, feeling both nervous and expectant.
They know.
From this moment on, the hands that had held hoes and pitchforks for over twenty years would undergo a completely different turning point in their lives and destinies once they picked up weapons.
And the cost...
It's sweat.
It is about perseverance.
It could even be blood and lives.
...
The serfs who had been watching gradually dispersed, their faces filled with complex emotions.
Some people are envious.
Some people are relieved.
Some people feel that the militia's training and discipline are too strict, which may not be a good thing.
But no one can deny that the lord's decision once again shattered their understanding of the fate of serfs.
Xueyue, who was nestled in the iron cage observing everything, also had a strange look in her eyes.
...
A chance to change one's fate...