In order to avoid the medals being worthless, Shi Lang took the time to re-plan the types of medals. There are four types of medals, such as internal officials, military, magicians, and civilians. They are also divided into four types: bronze, bright silver, gold, and red gold.

The original medal changed the title to the Camelot medal, which has the highest gold content.

And the red gold dragon-shaped medal in Altria's hand is still the representative of the highest honor.

This makes Morgan, who won the Magician's Red Gold Medal not long ago, very much envied him.

Shilang walked on the road with Age rules.

When people saw Shi Lang, they stopped their work and looked at Shi Lang with longing.

Shiro said: "My people, don't stop working. Keep working as vigorously as usual, for our bright future!"

"My king! My king!"

People shouted, full of life.

Everyone looked at Shirou with longing and respect.

This is true for Cornish people, this is true for Kahnri people, and the same is true for people from other territories.

People's wishes are actually very simple.

In modern times, I want to make more money and be better for myself and my family.

In ancient times, I wanted to have more money and more food, to be better for myself and my family.

In the final analysis, the development of human civilization is nothing more than humanity’s own yearning for beauty.

Shiro knew everything about it and struggled for it, so people love him.

Arriving at the barracks, a group of soldiers wearing bright silver armor and magic gun Gayaberg are training.

They yelled, and the breath of magic suddenly attached to their hands, with a wave of—

"Rumble, rumbling--!"

The earth is cracking.

This unit has a total of 1,000 people, all of whom have been given [Magic Power Release], [Combat Continued], and [Intuition] by Shirou.

No matter how hard and tired, Shi Lang insisted on rubbing magic spear, rubbing armor, and giving skills.

And these thousand people, he squeezed himself and pulled them up.

At this moment, after Shilang's army has achieved self-sufficiency, the regular army has 3,000 men. Basically there is a magic spear Gayaberg, but the armor and inherent abilities are not yet complete.

Lan Mulok, who was training the spearmen, saw Shi Lang and called to stop.

When the soldiers saw Shirou, they were very excited.

Lan Mallok asked: "Soldiers, what is our spirit?"

"Patriotic, compassion, honor, bravery, sacrifice, humility, justice, honesty!"

The soldiers shouted loudly, their faces were firm, and their eyes were full of faith.

Shirou smiled and looked at them: "Is the training hard?"

"No hard work!"

One by one, excited and red-faced, they shouted loudly.

The sound shocked the world.

"Then train more, your glory is with this king!" Shi Lang said.

The soldiers' training momentum has grown stronger, and even the clouds in the sky will be shaken away.

Shirou and Ichigan trained soldiers in the barracks, and the knights reminisced about the past, and then left.

It's a pity that this month it was Gao Wen's shift leading troops to guard the border, so I didn't see it.

Shi Lang looked at Age Guiwen and asked: "How many people are there in our regular army?"

Ager rule said: "3672 people."

"More than three thousand people... a little bit less, our food can fully support an army of six thousand people." Shi Lang squinted his eyes.

Age Guiwen 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 mercenaries around here?" Shi Lang asked.

"What do you mean... I see!" Aggiwen's eyes lit up, and he licked his mouth, and said: "Ireland and Gaul have mercenaries. It can range from a few hundred people."

"What can be eaten is attracted by food and money. The army heads that can be kept are kept, and those that can't be kept, do it a little more cleanly." Shi Lang said.

"Please rest assured, my king!" Age Zhiwen said, "I am good at this matter!"

"There is one more thing, did you let the poet go out to chant it?" Shi Lang asked again.

"Go!" Agge said: "Please don't worry, whether it is Vottigung or the kings, you will only know that we in Cornwall are still struggling to survive, and the army is less than 500."

"That's good... by the way, Age Gui Wenqing."

"My king, what else is there? Tell me, please."

"It's better to get close to Qing Bedwell, and face bad things all the time, but it won't work." Shi Lang patted Age Zhiwen on the shoulder and turned away.

Age Guiwen was taken aback, and then whispered: "I won't worry you, my king! Because you—and only you—can lead Britain to the future!"

Full of longing and enthusiasm.

Over the past year, he has seen how the king managed this shabby place in an orderly manner.

He also saw how this king knows people and puts the right people in the right place. Teach people wisdom, and coordinate everyone's abilities, so that everyone's power can be used together!

A year ago, he admitted a little wrong.

Maybe...no. Only this king has the biggest win!

The most important thing is that this king needs the power of everyone and cares about everyone.

It's like caring about him, afraid that he will get lost in the dark.

And this kind of care has been experienced for the first time since he was born.

It's not being used as a tool or being used, it's really caring and controlling.