The sergeant looks you up and down, takes your name, and moves on to the next man. Soon, he's done, and returns to the front of the group.
"Well, then. There's equipment on the far side of the village for all of you. The last people there get the dregs. Get moving!"
The entire group, after a few seconds of confusion, begins to break apart, running for the other side of the village. You make good time, showing up before most of the others, although definitely not first, and notice the sergeant watching the disorganized mob arrive. He gestures to you and the others to line up, and starts to hand out equipment. When you get to the front, he hands you a simple, steel spear, a buckler, and a gambeson. After everyone has received their equipment, he gestures to them to get in a column.
"All of you. Full sprint around the entire village, carrying your equipment. Stay in this column."
Amazingly, the barely-organized mob of peasants, carrying all their equipment, manage to run around the entire village in something resembling a formation. The sergeant looks slightly impressed, very slightly, and signals to the column to stop, walking to the side, and speaks.
"I should tell you why you're here. Some village in the far west of the fief is revolting, and we're meant to march out there the day after tomorrow to wipe them out. Any questions?"