886: Chapter 88: I May Not Believe, But You Must Believe_3 886: Chapter 88: I May Not Believe, But You Must Believe_3 “Practice for another two or three months, by then if they can travel a hundred miles a day with light gear, they can just barely start the next phase of training,”
Hudson answered calmly.
This was no bluff, even without cultivation in the Extraordinary World, humans nourished by the energy elements inherently possess greater physical potential than those in the world of technology.
Elites who have undergone rigorous training could each be special forces in a world of technology.
Travelling a hundred miles a day was entirely achievable.
The elites of his own territory could march a hundred miles a day without considering logistics and still maintain a certain level of combat effectiveness.
Of course, such high-intensity marching couldn’t become the norm.
Maybe it was manageable to do it for a couple of days occasionally, but daily would be too much unless he could train all the soldiers to become Knights.
Just thinking about it was enough—if one or two percent of the soldiers could reach the standard of a First Order Knight through physical training, Hudson would be satisfied.
Essentially, he was still in the exploratory stage.
To increase this ratio, the best method was still to create a compatible Cultivation Method that actively absorbed the energy of the world.
Hudson had researched many cultivation systems on the Continent of Aslante, but he was far from creating a cultivation method that required no special talents and was universally applicable.
Nobles carried an air of arrogance towards commoners, not just because of their status but also due to their cultivation talents.
Hudson had conducted tests in his territory, and the prevalence of cultivation talents among commoners was significantly lower than that within the Noble Consortium.
Contrary to the widespread belief in divinely gifted bloodlines, Hudson preferred to believe it was a matter of genetic optimization.
With intermarriage within the Noble Consortium, where both parents had cultivation talents, their offspring were the result of superior genetics.
Those with cultivation talents were nurtured as key figures, while those without were immediately out of the running.
After generations of such natural selection, the talents of the progeny naturally trended upward.
“Two or three months isn’t too long, the only problem is that your method of training consumes too much material.
We can sustain it for a short while, but in the long run, everyone will find it unbearable!”
Upon hearing Count Orlan’s complaint, Hudson smiled slightly.
He had heard similar complaints countless times, yet everyone’s physique was speaking the truth.
If the Kingdom hadn’t guaranteed the supply of materials, Hudson wouldn’t dare train the soldiers this way.
Even when training his Private Army in the past, the intensity was never this high.
Other materials aside, the daily consumption of meat alone surpassed two hundred tons.
One could tell by looking at the meat supply provided by the Kingdom that the proportion of fish was increasingly high, clearly indicating that the production of other types of meat couldn’t keep up.
To satisfy the needs of the army, the Kingdom had issued decrees urging Lords in various regions to organize manpower to expand the breeding of pigs and poultry.
In truth, even if the Kingdom hadn’t insisted, the demand for meat by the army would naturally lead the Major Nobles in each region to develop the breeding industry.
When the Major Nobles took action, there was no doubt that the mid-tier and minor Nobles would follow suit.
Even if they didn’t know the reason, instinct would still lead them to keep pace.
One could say that Hudson alone had spurred an unprecedented boom in the Kingdom’s breeding industry.
The only question was whether this fervor could be sustained.
In any case, Hudson wasn’t optimistic about breeding during such times.
It had nothing to do with breeding technology but was mainly about grain.
In times of war, the Kingdom didn’t have spare grain to feed the animals.
Even if there was grain in the storehouses, the Noble Lords were too reluctant to use it that way.
After all, with the current pricing system, beef and mutton were only about five times the price of rye, and the price of pork was barely over three times as much—it was a loss to use grain for feeding pigs.
Knowing that everyone was reluctant to use grain, which would not affect the Kingdom’s war preparedness, Hudson didn’t bother to intervene.
If the growth cycle was a bit slower, so be it; perhaps by the middle-to-late stages of the war, these animals could reach the market just in time.
At the very least, if these animals were raised, it could slightly improve the diet of the lower-class population.
Noble Lords would hate to waste the pork.
“Everything is for the sake of winning the war!
The hard days are only temporary.
Once the war on the Continent is over and military pressure isn’t as great as it is now, our consumption will decrease.
If we’re lucky, there might even be some unexpected gains.
The Elves and Ancient Races are out of our reach, and the lands they occupy have no value for our ambitions, but there are opportunities to have a share in the Orc Prairie Kingdom.
The Prairie Seven Kingdoms were overthrown by the Orcs, and whether they can be restored is still uncertain.
Since we’ve already fallen out with neighboring nations, there’s no harm in offending them a bit more severely.
Moving the border line outwards, allocating a county to each family, could be considered as compensation for our military expenses.
Overall, it shouldn’t be too much of a loss.”
Hudson once again painted a picture of the future.
Is training the strongest measure to enhance the military might of an army?
In Hudson’s opinion, that was just the basis for normal performance.
To make everyone perform above their level, motivation through tantalizing prospects was key.
This required a great deal of skill.
Ordinary soldiers were easy to motivate, and their appetites weren’t particularly large—throwing out some noble titles was enough to make them fight with all their might.
But it was different with the Major Nobles of the Kingdom.
Their vision and intelligence were far from poor, and Hudson wouldn’t dare treat them like fools.
Even when painting a promising future, it had to be one that the Nobles could taste.
Plain empty promises would be seen through in an instant.
Therefore, the Elves and Ancient Races had to be excluded from consideration, leaving the vast prairie up for ambition.