Kvito excitedly stepped onto the land of Great Britain, saluting Duncan, "Sir, the first batch of two hundred people has all arrived."
At this moment, he was wearing the scale armor of the Roman field army, with an iron helmet on his head, holding a large shield, a heavy short sword at his waist, and a javelin on his back. He looked much stronger than the last time they met, even gained a bit of fat around his waist, which indicated he was eating and drinking well recently, had caught up with his training, and his physical condition had returned to its previous state.
The first batch of privately recruited soldiers looked in good spirits now, no longer the pale and thin figures they once were.
Duncan nodded, patting his shoulder, "Very good."
After speaking, he walked towards Clegane’s direction. Upon seeing that Sarmatian knight, Kvito felt his heart skip a beat, as Sarmatians held a significant status in the imperial army. They were excellent mercenaries and an indispensable cavalry unit.
Early Roman cavalry had always been a weak point, and it was only after incorporating the Sarmatians that their cavalry units became strong.
Duncan gazed at Clegane and said solemnly, "This is Kvito, the leader of the private legion. You will assist him with training this unit in the coming days."
Kvito breathed a sigh of relief, thinking his position was not being taken after all.
Clegane nodded solemnly, "Yes, sir."
He was a rider of elite origin, adept at infantry combat as well, but not suitable for leading infantry. He was just temporarily assisting with training. Sarmatians were best suited to cavalry formation.
——Exile Private Legion (High Morale) (A New Beginning) (In Training) (Poor Discipline)!
This reorganized legion had multiple notations, with training generally divided into three levels: untrained (rabble), trained, and well-trained. Discipline was also in three levels: undisciplined, poorly disciplined, and strictly disciplined. Above these were elite units, not regarded as conventional forces, benchmarked against Spartan heavy infantry, Roman Imperial Guards, Eagle Banner Legion, etc.
Generally, a unit with high training levels wouldn’t have poor discipline.
With the exception of Barbarian Berserkers.
This mixed legion had over two hundred people, along with traditional Celtic warriors recruited by Severus.
Following behind Duncan was the robust guard, a Celtic who had migrated from Gaul.
——Gaulish Oath Warriors (Two-Star)!
This was the only two-star unit recruited by Severus, named Kulin. Geis is something frequently appearing in Celtic mythology, translated as taboo, restriction, or oath. It holds a rather significant place in Celtic mythology but is the most secretive part.
There’s a weapon called the ’Sword of Oath and Victory,’ and Kulin is the Celtic warrior who made such an oath. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel~fire~net
During the early imperial conquest of Gaul, it was these Gaulish Oath Warriors that caused considerable losses to the imperial heavy legions. They are considered top-tier infantry units possessing some special abilities.
Duncan turned to look at Kvito beside him and instructed, "I recall there are still over thirty from the exiles who are Gaul warriors?"
"Hand them over to Kulin to reorganize into an assault infantry unit."
The composition of the exiles was rather complex.
People of different nationalities mixed together, holding a unified identity as ’bankrupt,’ most of whom could be reorganized into the imperial private legion. However, a minority with Barbarian heritage could be integrated into special units.
Duncan was busy until noon, settling these people near the coastal village.
A rider named Jill arrived with a team, bringing some logistical supplies, clawed from the teeth of the Duke of Dingtiger. He was also recruiting native warriors, intending to launch a counteroffensive to reclaim some lost lands.
Great Britain actually wasn’t lacking in food since the population was not large, peaking at two to three million, now estimated to be just over a million. Many Romans migrated away after the empire abandoned this province, and the Saxon invasions killed many more people.
The present Great Britain was sparsely populated, with ample land and surrounded by the sea, fishing was still feasible. There was no fear of starvation, just a shortage of other materials, especially ironware and armor, which had to wait for Anya’s merchant caravan.
Jill dismounted and walked briskly to Duncan, looking at him with deep respect, bowing his head, "Lord Duncan, the Duke has re-recruited over a thousand men, ready to take back the Devon area."
"He sent me to deliver some supplies to reward the legion."
Despite Duncan only bringing a little over two hundred men, he was already considered a small warlord here in Great Britain. In the early days, Great Britain had more than a dozen small kingdoms, essentially chieftains of native tribes, who could muster barely one to two thousand men by pulling out all their resources, most of whom were at militia training levels.
The Duke of Dingtiger was in dire need to restore his prestige after suffering a defeat, wanting to take advantage of Kent’s internal chaos to reclaim some lost lands. Cornwall was somewhat impoverished, much like the poor mountainous regions of Wales.
If Duncan hadn’t shot the King of Kent earlier, he probably would have been utterly defeated.
"So quick to counterattack?"
Duncan’s demeanor was grave, saying sternly, "That’s too hasty. How much combat strength could those hastily recruited native soldiers really have?"
Native referred to the Celts not wholly Romanized, while those around London had already Romanized.
Jill bowed his head, "The scout rider found the Saxon garrison in Devon is withdrawing."