Outside the training camp, beyond the town, a long line had formed. Everyone who met the criteria and wished to enlist was here.
All were brimming with enthusiasm; some even lied about their age in hopes of joining.
It had to be said, in these times, the birthdates of commoners were a mess; even they themselves might not know their precise age.
No one had a solution for this issue; one could only roughly judge based on appearance and physical condition.
But vision, strength, stamina, willpower, medical exams… a series of tests would definitely filter out most of the unqualified, leaving behind only the truly eligible recruits.
Lance was no fool; he wouldn't give those opportunists a chance to mooch benefits.
After the completion of the training camp infrastructure, a closed management system was adopted. These recruits received only one day of rest in seven; their remaining time was wholly consumed by training and learning.
