Mike gathered everyone together, looked at them, and said, "I hope you understand one thing. All of you are the same as me. There is no distinction between nobles and commoners. Of course, this is not important. What is important is that in the next three months, I and the other 14 people who meet the Dark Continent's selection criteria will train you until you become a qualified student."
The crowd was silent. No one said anything to oppose Mike.
Mike looked at the group of people and sighed softly. He asked, "Do you know what 200 people represent in the army system?"
"Two squadrons."
This was not a difficult question. At least for some of the youths, it was very simple. For example, the fatty who answered the question. If Mike remembered correctly, he was the son of a general.
