Some of the soldiers in the barracks were resting, some were training, and a section of the area was empty—perhaps they had gone out for some recreation.
Henry stood with his back ramrod straight, his sharp gaze sweeping over his army.
The soldiers, clad in uniform armor and armed with spears and shields, were conducting drill training.
Their movements were synchronized, their steps powerful.
Ratifa stood to the side, her eyes filled with admiration. She saw the soldiers' rigorous training attitude and outstanding combat skills—all things she hoped to see in her own army.
Even the soldiers who were resting weren't lazing about in disarray.
'It seems Henry's army is powerful not just because of its fine equipment, but more so because of the soldiers' discipline and training.'
'I really have no idea how this man trains his army!'
"Henry, your soldiers are truly well-trained. It seems I must have you help me train a batch of elite troops."
