Chapter 337 – 337 – Horseback Training

As my eldest sister said, I went to receive horseback riding training.

These days, the country I rule has almost finished research on horseback riding, so horsemen are just being trained.

And since my royal guard had to be the most elite, capable of handling all classes, of course they had to learn horseback riding as well.

I also had to learn because I couldn’t do what my SS knew how to do.

‘All the SS kids ride horses, but I don’t know how to ride a horse by myself, so walking around would be a bit unsightly.’

I went to the military stable operated by the government, listened to my eldest sister, and informed her that I had come to receive horseback training. Then, my son, who was working as a horseman, brought a horse according to my specifications.

My order is for the strongest, largest and healthiest horse, even if he is fierce.

“Purring-!!!”

A stubborn-looking horse was brought in front of me by an equestrian officer.

“Just as my father said, this one is the biggest and healthiest one. But they don’t listen the most. This guy seems to have some anger management issues, so you need to be careful. “He is a descendant of a wild horse, and because he is a male, he has a very dirty temper.”

“Son, whether it’s a person or a horse, unless there is a true mental illness, the sub-workout center is all nonsense. It means strong and weak. “A truly mentally ill bastard is either already in a mental hospital, in prison, about to enter prison, or is dead or about to die.”

“Uh…, Is that so?”

“The guy who throws things at the judge in the courtroom and scolds the prosecutor who says something is the real squad leader. Everything else is crap. It means that he is a scoundrel in both strengths and weaknesses.”

“… Oh, is that so… ?”

“Either this bastard will be as good as a purebred in front of me in a week, or he will be made of horse meat. It will be one of the two.”

I followed through on what I said to my son, a mounted officer, a week later.

At first, he was mean to me, but then he gave me a few really hard hits…, He was a rebellious pup, but after I spanked him every day for a week, he became a good, pure-hearted horse who would bend down on his own when I went and let me ride.

Of course, I didn’t just hit him, but if he listened well, I gave him a lot of grains and fruits, which he liked. It was trained with a falcon and a statue.

And maybe because this foal is a male, he likes mating with mares, so if I listen well, I let him mate with a mare, and he was loyal to me.

“… Jin, you really make sense. Except sometimes I’m very afraid to go to my father…, Perfect. “He is the perfect teaching assistant.”

“Look at that. Anger control disorder is all nonsense. 99.99% is bullshit. Just hit it hard, make it recognize that you are the owner, and give it a reward every time it listens well, and it will listen. You can treat these bastards with the logic of animals. Because they can’t feel fear, they’re just being damned. Next time he says shit to you, hit the dog. Hit me like crazy. And if you treat yourself as the owner and listen well, you will be rewarded.”

“Ah…”

“People are the same. “If you beat the bastards who claim to be the leader of the group until they run out, or rather, torment them until they beg to be left behind and beg for death as mercy, then everyone becomes good.”

“All right. “Father.”

“I know these bastards from the group leader because I’ve seen a few of them, but unless they’re 0.01% mentally ill, they’re all scoundrels. A person with real anger control disorder must spit at me even in front of me while I am inserting sword energy into a bronze sword. Then admit it.”

“I see.”

“Look at this bastard. Even though it seems like it’s fucking shit, I put sword energy into a bronze sword like this. Then, your eyes become really soft and gentle like this. As if he were appealing that he was perfect. I showed you how to cut hard wood like a radish with this sword-infused bronze sword. “It taught me well that if you cheat on me, you will fall behind.”

The riding manager shook his head at my words and said that he would just castrate a fierce male horse if it did not listen to his instructions.

Among the labor workers, those who were disobedient or rebellious were often castrated, and it is said that this is where he got his inspiration.

‘Castrate…, … I would have been an angel.’

I tamed the largest and healthiest horse in the military stable and rode it well.

Horseback training also involves coordinating with a running horse and ultimately stabbing with a spear, shooting an arrow, and swinging a sword. Thanks to my weapon skills, handling weapons is almost perfect, and coordinating with a horse was not difficult for me.

‘With my physical specifications, it doesn’t make sense that some physical activities would be difficult.’

Just when I thought my personal horseback riding training was almost over, my eldest sister gave me another order.

Joint training will be conducted with the Royal Guard, the Royal Guard, and general cavalry units.

As my eldest sister said, I did joint horseback training.

Later, as I became accustomed to joint training, I took charge of the cavalry training.

It was never easy to move rhythmically at a satisfactory level when my eldest sister, the commander-in-chief, observed the level of group movement on horseback, but in the end, as we ate together every day and continued group training, our performance gradually gained momentum, and it became okay.

However, our training period lasted as long as three years.

So I asked her older sister if it would be okay for her to train for this long since we are at war, and she said that since she is at war, she is generously supporting this training.

“The next battlefield is Manchuria. Manchuria. It’s an empty plain in Manchuria. This is the next battlefield where you cavalrymen will have to actively intervene. And there was intelligence from the fourth intelligence department that some of the barbarians also ride and use horses.”

“Really?”

“It is at a primitive level where they do not use riding tools such as saddles and stirrups like we do. Even so, does that mean we only have regular infantry units? Of course, we also have to actively use our mounted troops.”

“Hmm. That’s right.”

“But the level of training is poor, so it’s better than not doing it at all. Because the country’s reputation and fear also decline. So, of course, we do the minimum amount of training and put in the work. That’s 3 years. I really want to do it for more than 5 years…”

“Huh? If you want to do it, you can do it, right? “My eldest sister is the commander-in-chief?”

“The second person in charge of the country’s finances is being so damn rude.”

“Oh, if my second sister says something about the economy and finances, I can’t help it.”

“So three years. For three years, you will defend the Yalu River and Duman River front lines defensively as infantry units, and after three years, when your training is over, you will move to the offensive. This is our grand strategy.”

“Well, that’s easy. “Train hard for about three years and then attack all out.”

“… And, it’s an absolute secret from the second child. The war needs to last a little longer…, The defense budget is maintained as it is now… No. Pretend you didn’t hear it. “This is.”

The eldest sister wanted to have the majesty of a cavalry unit that could act as a finisher and slayer on the battlefield, even if it was not at the level of the Mongol cavalry led by Genghis Khan.

3 years later.

After completing the horseback training that my eldest sister wanted, it was time to go on the offensive.

“It’s true that raising one cavalry costs as much as raising 10 infantry. I understand why our ancestors said that raising one cavalry soldier requires as many resources and effort as raising 10 infantry soldiers. … Still, the fact that it was raised means that it is that useful. That’s my opinion too.”

“Well, just like my eldest sister said, words definitely eat up a lot.”

“When running around in Manchuria, pay attention to supplies. Of course, horses are trained so that they can eat the rough grass of the Manchuria plains, but you have a lot to worry about now. Since war does not end with battle, we always worry about supply and consumption of military supplies, and worry about enemy ambushes and surprise attacks.”

“… Just like last time, attach 2-3 smart and pretty secretaries. “It’s easier for me to just fight than to worry about this and that.”

“Ha, that’s because it’s difficult. Since the girls are not used to riding horses, there are no children who are still skilled in horseback riding and can play the role of a counselor. For now, consult with the commander of the Guard and manage the military unit.”

“Okay.”

After the final coordination by the eldest sister, the commander-in-chief, over 100 members of the SS rode on war horses wearing bronze barding and headed north.

Our next battlefield was Manchuria.

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It is difficult to see the horizon on the Korean Peninsula.

However, in wide plains like Manchuria, the horizon could often be seen.

I liked this land.

A land so wide that you can ride a horse.

After all, people should live in spacious places.

“Father! “I can see the village over there!”

“Let’s go!!”

Even today, I was leading the SS soldiers and sweeping through the villages of Manchuria.

If they obeyed us, we would take some tribute, take some women, and then leave them alone.

‘In front of the village chief and the village men who surrendered to me, I lined up my wife and daughters in the square, ate them all, and made them all 100% pregnant with the power of pregnancy. It was so good. Well, that’s fucking bullshit. Kkkk. I have to come periodically every year, eat them all, and get them pregnant. If we repeat this for 30 to 50 years, the surrendered villages will eventually be filled with only my descendants. Hehe.’

However, if the village refuses to obey and is presumed to belong to the barbarians of the northern allied tribes, the entire village is wiped out, the men are sent to the capital as laborers, and the women are picked and distributed…

These days, small-scale, local battles like this were common in Manchuria.

Should I say it’s a huge land grab… ?

When the women in my family saw me wandering around Manchuria, they commented that I looked like the leader of a band of magic bandits.

In particular, the youngest said this to me.

“It’s absolutely my brother’s calling. Is what you’re doing right suited for you? Huh?”

I wanted to refute it because it felt like something sarcastic, but honestly, I didn’t bother to refute it because it seemed like a perfect fit for me.

I thought that if I lied and said I wasn’t suited for it, my youngest would get grumpy and force me to do a really boring job like librarian.

‘… Ah, it might be thrilling and fun to secretly fuck around with the librarians and other library users in a warehouse or something like that… ?’