At the end of May, farmers began harvesting the oats they had planted in the spring.
The cloudless sky is as blue as washing. After the temperature rises, the farmers carrying sickles also put on short jackets and walk on the road in twos and threes. When they go out in the morning, they can be seen returning with oats at noon. The scene of the village.
These crops that can be harvested after three months of planting are usually not eaten by humans. As long as they are of good age, they are basically used as rations for livestock. In the past, after harvesting, the villagers always used the oats as a tax credit for the lord, but now, the farmers are very happy that they were all directly bought by Rody at a slightly higher price——
Because Luo Di has ordered dozens of military horses from several other villages, and these feeds are only exported to domestic sales.
Thanks to Rody who not only exchanged back the armor, but also purchased a large amount of salt, cloth, pig iron, etc. that can be circulated in the village and a series of things that can be traded with the villagers, which barely supported his newly formed "team" .
He spent his own money to improve the food of the soldiers, especially increasing the supply of milk, meat and eggs. The daily food cost was nearly ten times higher than before. , but Rody ignored these and still strictly demanded that the scouts carry out.
These changes started at the beginning of May, and since the implementation of the new "training plan", until the beginning of June, the scouts have been immersed in this cruel "devil training" all day long.
Running around the village for ten laps is a warm-up, and thirty laps is physical training; the weapons used in face-to-face training are no longer wooden swords, but real swords wrapped in cloth; in addition to one-on-one confrontation, there are also various coordination tactics and even bare hands Fighting; the weight of the shortbow was greater and greater, and the target required was farther and farther.
Not only that, every evening, they will also take a class called "Combat Quality Training", the instructor is of course Rody - the content taught, including all combat awareness, tactical sign language, night contact codes, Tactical intentions, etc., are assessed every day, and every scout who fails will be fined to run ten laps of the village.
At first, this high-intensity training caused the scouts to frequently experience symptoms such as coma, fainting, and cramps, but after a month, they had completely adapted to this almost abnormal training. The skin color of each scout has been tanned a lot, and each of them has made great progress in strength, endurance and combat level-at the same time, the whole team has gradually condensed a real "order and prohibition" atmosphere.
Everything is going according to Roddy's plan, without any accidents... But what makes him feel strange is that Francis doesn't seem to suspect him at all, and there are no "strangers" in Nolan Village to ask about the situation. Orc thing.
Although he felt strange in his heart, he didn't have too much energy to go to Houlier City to monitor the earl. He just knew from occasional messages that the other party was always holding back, so he felt relieved—no matter how daring that guy was, he didn't dare to rush Entering the "Rosie Cross" monastery to kill people, Rody felt much more at ease about Sally's situation now.
By the beginning of June, the horses that Rody ordered had basically been shipped to Nolan Village, and at the same time, a batch of bow-making materials newly ordered were also collected. Roddy was already preparing to start making his own suitable short bow... But At this time, an accident happened, but the scouts in Nolan Village stopped their training.
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On June 3, Kerry Village.
Like Nolan Village, this small village on the border of the kingdom has a similar quiet atmosphere this summer. The farmers are busy in the field, occasionally pointing to the distance to talk about something, and the children at the entrance of the village are playing Suddenly, a little girl's braid was pulled by the little boy hiding behind, and then there was a scene of laughing and chasing after her.
Just after noon, the scouts belonging to Cree Village were sitting bored in the shade of a tree at the head of the village to enjoy the shade, with the uniforms bearing the emblem of the Luciferon family draped crookedly on their bodies. Because of the hot weather, they didn't bother to button up their buttons. Some even threw their leather boots aside, lying barefoot on the haystack under the shade of the trees, with their arms covering their eyes, in a comfortable posture.
This is the normal state of the scout system, and the word "mixed rice" is perfect for them.
The captain named Hank took two mouthfuls of water with the water bag, leaned against the earth wall, and looked into the distance with his hand under the awning, and asked, "Sill and the others haven't come back yet?"
"It's a sunny day, maybe you have sunstroke?"
The team members answered casually, the tired atmosphere is the normal state of this team. For them, what they can do in this life is basically to spend it day by day in such days-the backward life and the poverty of book knowledge, and even most of them have never seen what a real city looks like. In this situation, they basically don't have much imagination about the future.
"Hey, Captain Hank, I heard that there has been a lot of movement in Nolan Village recently."
"Noran Village? Heh. I don't know why the captain over there went crazy. I heard that he ordered a lot of horses, and he insisted on a good breed of military horses. I didn't hear that the old duke gave a new order. Maybe it was a random rumor. Yes."
"A few days ago, I saw a lot of old guys come back happily carrying oats, saying that Nolan Village is buying them, and the money in exchange is more than the tax offset. I don't know if it's true or not."
"Oh, it looks like I bought a lot of horses? Hey. You still have to feed them with oats. Is there so much money that you have no place to spend it? Could it be that Lord Kirk is going to fight, and he secretly engages in these things, can the old duke not know? ?”
"Hey, old duke. It's been a long time since I've been here. Didn't Master Francis and Miss Sally also come here? If it wasn't for that incident, it would really be—"
"Orc attack? Could this kind of thing be fake? They said it has a nose and eyes, but no one has seen a real orc, such a thing."
Captain Hank waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, we don't care if it's true or not. Now the masters above don't want to see any trouble, so."
"Captain, they seem to be back."
The guy looking at the distance interrupted Captain Hank's words. He sat up from the haystack, shook his clothes covered in grass clippings, stretched himself, and looked into the distance again, "Oh, Isn't it just that they came back a bit late, could it be because they are all learning how to form a single line? Hey, this group of rams really think they are knights..."
Due to the rising temperature, the figure on the horizon in the distance is somewhat unrecognizable due to the distorted air, but it will not be someone else who can come at this time, so the scouts didn't care. Captain Hank clapped his hands and motioned everyone to do a good job in the afternoon patrol. In preparation, he tightened his sword, which he hadn't pulled out for a long time, and when he was leading his horse, he looked into the distance again.
This time, he noticed something strange.
"what is that?"
A scout on horseback asked suddenly.
No one answered their questions, because the black figures that appeared in the distance were not the team led by Captain Hill as imagined at all, but a large group of dark and strong guys rushing across the grass slope—the figures fluctuated up and down when they were galloping. No matter how you look at the mount, it doesn't look like a war horse, but rather. Wolf
"It won't be. This is. Warg?"
"Wolf...wolf cavalry? Orcs?"
The discussion stopped abruptly, and a group of scouts couldn't accept the situation in front of them—because those topics that were still discussed just now, which seemed to be extremely far away from them, suddenly became reality. This strong contrast made their heads froze for a while. There was a collective daze.
While hesitating, the team in the distance had already started to sprint with all their strength. Although the dozens of wargs that clearly appeared in the field of vision were not as tall as war horses, they had bristling hairs, sharp teeth like knives, and scimitars behind their backs. Great orcs have revealed their true identities.
Wolf Riders, the most fearsome mobile unit of the Orcs.
"Run. Run! What are you still doing?! Get back—"
Hank opened his mouth, but he couldn't say the words "ready to fight" because of the timidity in his heart - there were only nine scouts beside him, and the other party. There are a full thirty powerful orc warriors riding wargs! The consequences of rushing forward to fight can be understood with one's knees!
This sentence made the scouts lose the slightest morale...or they never had any morale—when the wolf cavalry was still a thousand meters away from the village, the scouts on horseback scattered without even resisting. Consciousness never appeared.
"Enemy attack! Run! Run—"
Some scouts did not forget to warn the villagers loudly, but they also knew in their hearts that such warnings were of no use.
At the entrance of the village, two little girls with twisted braids finally caught up with the boy who pulled her braids. She said something out of breath, but the boy replied with a grimace. Grinning and trying to dodge... Then, their movements were interrupted by the sound of dull footsteps.
The two turned their heads curiously, and some guys they had never seen before appeared on the road across the village. Those ferocious-faced soldiers riding on the backs of wolves swept away like a black wave. In the billowing smoke, their weapons were mercilessly waving.
The little boy stared blankly, as if he had remembered something, and wanted to drag the frightened girl behind him to run away, but just as he turned around, the blood-stained long knife tore through the air and slashed straight at him. past.
"puff-"
The broken body flew out, blood splashed all over the ground, and the screaming girl wanted to run away, but was hit directly on her chest by a wooden stick across the air—the small body was almost crushed by this Flying with one blow, the distorted body rolled on the ground, and was soon crushed by the howling wolf, and the original shape could no longer be seen.
The orc riding the strongest warg slowly stopped on the square in the center of the village, holding the head of the butler of Kerri Village in his hand.
Throwing the head on the ground casually, the orc stood by the low wall where the scouts were not long ago, and the orc behind him was reporting everything he had snatched.
Grain, dried meat, bread, oats...
"Take what can be taken away, what can't be taken away...set fire, burn everything, and leave no one alive."
The orc leader looked at the village where the wailing was gradually disappearing, and said in a low voice: "Kosa will not disappoint Lord Sarota's expectations, you must remember, blood debts must be paid in blood!"