The assessment results were divided by Lance into excellent, pass, and fail.
There was little to be said for the first two categories, as those who failed were naturally eliminated.
Those whose names were not called had grim expressions, appearing dejected; however, with their training performance laid bare before them, they could only blame their own lack of effort.
Lance ordered those who failed to pack up their belongings and return their equipment. Once the six had departed, a neat squadron of thirty men stood on the training ground.
As for those who remained, they naturally breathed a sigh of relief, a sense of honor about to be bestowed upon them.
It wasn't that Lance didn't want more troops; the small town simply couldn't support more. Thirty was the limit, and any more would likely cause issues.
"From today, you are officially soldiers... Those whose names are called, step forward onto the stage."
