Poof.

In the Eternal Wilderness Jungle, Herbert shaved the neck of a bear goblin with a crisp and neat face.

Splashed with blood, the dying bear goblin threw down the blood-stained stone hammer in his hand, and in vain clutched his blood-spurting neck and let out a miserable howl that no one could understand.

Looking at this scene, Herbert, who is now one of the acting company commanders of the Zeellandia New Army, couldn't help but feel emotional.

I'm really getting stronger.

It wasn't his delusion.

After a series of training and battles during this time, I don't know if it was because of the accumulation, after the verification of the mages, he already had at least the combat effectiveness of an eighth-level shield warrior!

This was almost unimaginable before.

He's already middle-aged, so it's good to be another veteran and not go downhill.

And if it had been three months ago, he might have been able to kill such a bear goblin after a few Zhou Xuan, but it would never be as easy as now, and he might even be injured.

After all, the bear goblin is no better than its close relative, the goblin.

Bear goblins are tall, strong, vicious, and more agile than the average human.

They are the rulers of goblin-like creatures, and they are also the strongest.

They get their name from bear-like faces.

In Correll, many poor and low-ranking bear goblins sometimes sharpen their claws with stone or bone chips.

Many of the high-ranking bear goblins, including their leaders, prefer to use the Nailhead Hammer as a weapon, and they sometimes have mastered the art of using the Nailhead Hammer by humans.

Therefore, many low-level adventurers are not necessarily their opponents.

And now, such a bear goblin, which is clearly the leader, has only lasted less than three rounds in his hands.

But thinking about the hellish training they have faced in the past three months, it seems natural to become stronger.

It's just that whenever I think of my current situation, I can't help but feel like a dream.

And this became even more evident after that encounter in the Griffon Mountains.

Whenever he encounters a crisis, his mind is always buzzing, and all kinds of coping skills and even unheard of sword moves will pop up, and then his body instinctively does it, and then he wins inexplicably.

And this kind of case of defeating the strong with the weak lasted until the end of that trial, and the most exaggerated time was that he actually defeated a level 10 wanderer.

So much so that several teammates looked at him and became inexplicably in awe.

Even he himself wondered if he had become the legendary god favorite, and the ones that appeared in his mind every time he was in danger were 'divine revelations'?

That's not right!

I believe in the goddess of the earth, Fontia, and I used to pray every day only for the hope that the wind and rain will be good and the crops of the Northland farm will be abundant...

It's not a fight at all!

If this is a mystery, when they reached the end, they were completely confused when the commander of the War Tactics Regiment, Fisher, announced in public that he had become the acting commander of the fourth company of the new army of Zeelandia.

Because he saw that the camp had already arrived early with many lone wanderers?

It's just that what everyone didn't expect was that when all the people who could arrive arrived arrived at the camp, waiting for them... It turned out to be a large-scale criticism meeting.

Fischer sternly rebuked the doubters of the results and the lone adventurers, in his words:

"Who do you think you are?

"You're here to join the Legion! not to do acrobatics!

"Abandon your comrades, attack your colleagues, you are not soldiers! You are not a soldier! It is a group of unorganized and undisciplined stragglers!"

It wasn't until that day that many people had a new understanding of the word soldier for the first time.

It was also on that day that he and nine other recruits who had been selected by their teammates stood on a makeshift platform together in a daze, accepted a personal commendation from Lord Levi's, and were promoted to the rank of acting company commander over 100 men.

This was followed by a three-month training for recruits.

And the content of the training also opened the eyes of Herbert, who had been a soldier once.

In the past, when he was in Silvermoon City, the military training he was exposed to was nothing more than the basic military swordsmanship training, archery training, and riding training on the battlefield, and some mud legs were not necessarily qualified for riding training.

He was also allowed to participate because of his status as a knight's squire.

But in Zeellandia it's a different story.

At first, they had to carry out some simple but boring queue movements, namely few rests, standing upright, straddling, then queues, marching, running and stepping, followed by tactics, swordsmanship, bow and crossbow shooting training, ten kilometers of physical training every day, and even battlefield emergency ambulance training.

The latter items are quite normal, but many people don't understand why they need to do platooning training, and they don't have an explanation from above, and soon, they don't have the energy to question it.

The heavy training makes them fall asleep every day without having time to think about anything after lying down.

But Herbert had his own understanding of this.

With the daily boring but repetitive training of the queue movements, he can feel that everyone's discipline and willpower have greatly improved.

If it were a different time and place, he absolutely did not believe that there was any other city-state that could train a group of originally wooden farmers or unruly former adventurers to such a uniform advance and retreat in just one or two months.

He even suspected that they were even more neat and imposing than the Silver Moon Knights, which Silvermoon City was most proud of, in terms of military appearance alone.

Beginning early in the morning, they gather to pray and meditate on the banner of their warband and the emblem of Zelandia, where they repeat their oath of allegiance to the warband and Zelandia.

At this moment, he, the company commander and the captain of his subordinates, will also give speeches or give orders to his comrades, mostly announcing appropriate rewards and promotions for those who excel during training, and if necessary, also issuing brief punishments.

Mainly punish those members who fail to meet the standards in training and assessment, for example, Herbert often has to announce punishment to Hammer and Ralph a few days ago:

"You two are still not up to standard in crossbow shooting, so you'll be punished to cut the potatoes that the company needs today. ”

Then the two brothers and sisters, a dwarf and a bear, sighed together.

Ralph also felt wronged, this unlucky guy has become the main tank of the team since the [Wild Talisman] on his body was triggered, and in the past few months, he has had to participate in military training in the form of this giant bear.

The bear's claws were relatively clumsy, and he couldn't use either the bow and arrows or the Demon Splitting Repeater, which had only two crossbows per company for the time being.

The same is true for the Grey Dwarf Hammer, whose short stature is inherently unsuitable for this type of weapon.

But it's a must after the daily morning prayers, and everyone will be managed to perform the first shooting practice ritual of the day, followed by individual weapon practice, no matter what weapon you're good at.

Fisher, who was in charge of military training, told them that in the future, Zeellandia's combat mode would also be based on long-range kills, and only after engaging or during a surprise attack would they switch to melee combat tactics.

This can greatly reduce the number of casualties.

At the same time, he also threatened that in the near future, this tactic will definitely become the mainstream on the Corer continent.

After seeing the Demon Splitter's crossbow easily pierce through the flesh covered with plate armor, Herbert realized that he was afraid that the future era would really change.

If this terrible repeater becomes the standard for everyone in the future, standing together and shooting in a group, it will undoubtedly become a nightmare for those Iron Cavalry Legions.

It's just that at present, this newly developed weapon still seems to be a bit valuable...

After that, the combat training will change from shooting just now to hand-to-hand combat and close-quarters combat.

The situations that will be encountered in actual combat are accurately simulated, such as various encounters, decapitation operations, or siege battles.

Fischer even told them that in the future, they would be taken to various harsh conditions for training, such as the established arrangements, the Eternal Wilderness, and the Earth Elemental Plane.

At the end of the morning's training, everyone will gather again for afternoon prayer in praise of Zelandia and their warbands.

During extended combat training, this prayer would continue without interruption in their marksmanship practice.

In the meantime, any unlucky guy who was seriously injured during the morning combat training was to be sent to the 'doctors' and priests for treatment.

Then they would start enjoying their first food of the day, which was usually the creatures they had hunted during their morning combat training.

The only thing Herbert criticizes is that they are often presented with various ways to cook under extreme conditions by the Devil Instructors.

The reason is that on the real battlefield, they may encounter all kinds of extreme difficult situations, such as when they are hidden and lurking and cannot light fire...

He even tried raw meat for the first time, and the feeling was...

Vomit...

In the afternoon, they had to learn some tactical teaching, and even learn a variety of new combat languages and ethnic languages, study the combat styles of the legions of various city-states, and assess the subjects learned in the morning combat training...

It is worth mentioning that during this process, mages often come to visit them and perform [hypnosis] on them.

This is said to make it easier for them to get into the learning process and accelerate their learning of the language.

When you learn that you are dizzy and become an idiot, you will start to have vespers.

Vespers are also seen as a time of gratitude for the lessons they have learned throughout the day, and together they are to thank Zeellandia once again for giving them a good and stable life and a great future, for the brothers in the warband for their kindness in training and fighting, and for the beautiful and hearty dinner that follows.

Everyone's gratitude for almost the last bit is the most heartfelt.

Because dinner is a more important meal than lunch, and unlike the Chinese food, which is tormented by cheaters, dinner is a sumptuous meal prepared for them by the halfling chefs of their warband's servant army.

The meat is the highest, and it is said that this is to allow them to grow more muscle and a more burly body.

And those who are particularly good in daytime training or that squad are particularly good, and those instructors will even allow them to drink in moderation, but not excessively.

Because they still have the night training of the pit daddy...

Generally, it is night raid training and decapitation training.

Some recruits even jokingly refer to it as Assasin (assassin) training, as it is a common practice for the drow underground.

The Drow are a race that likes to do whatever it takes to achieve their goals, and assassinating bosses and leaders can often do more with less.

But the head of the station, Fischer, criticized them for not having a big picture.

And instilled in them the idea of the crown of Lord Levi:

On the battlefield, frontal crushing is the king!

And in the distant future, the great silver dragon Levi will lead them to crush the city-states of the Northland and torture the entire Korrell continent.

I have to say that this kind of power that is visible to the naked eye is really addictive.

And Herbert couldn't tell whether it was the three prayers a day, or their personal growth, that made this recruit corps slowly have an inexplicable devotion to the war group, to Zeelandia and even to Levi's.

A feeding frenzy!

Yes, Herbert did not receive much education, but he felt that these two words were a vivid and vivid reflection of their own changes.

It was as if a voice was telling them all the time:

"Don't be afraid! Training around the clock is making you fearless and strong!

"With comrades by your side, you never have to worry about betrayal from behind.

"Zeellandia's well-established welfare system will take care of your family and give you peace of mind.

"And the great silver dragon Levi Sextus, crowned with the crown, is watching you!

"So you guys, just have to fight!

"Fight for your own survival!

"Fight to slaughter your enemies!

"Fight to protect the territory and your family!

"Fight for the rise of Zeellandia!

"Fight for your future and destiny!

"Fight for the crown of the great silver dragon Levi!

"Fight! Fight! Fight!

"Till death rest!

"On the other side of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood!

"Everything you want!"

Thinking of this, Herbert wiped the blood splashed on his face by the bear goblin, and he couldn't help but feel a hot current in his heart, and his face became fanatical.

He's going to seek battle!

Seek out a fight that will make him stronger.

The purpose of their trip was to hunt trolls as a culmination of their military training.

They had a 1,000-strong war group, divided into ten companies, with a total of 200 squads, and each squad had to hunt at least one to reach the standard.

As the acting commander of the 4th Company, he needed to hunt at least 20 heads.

He even faintly felt that the various squads and companies were already eager to try it as a hunting competition.

It's a pity that their fourth company hasn't encountered a troll for so long since they entered the Eternal Wilderness.

It's kind of weird.

Or is it bad luck?

But at this moment, the giant bear where he was sitting suddenly spoke:

"Uncle Herbert... Uh, company commander, I sense a large group of giant creatures approaching rapidly to the east! Could it be the trolls you are talking about?"

Herbert was not only not afraid, but eagerly asked:

"How many?"

"In your early twenties?" said the young Xiong De, a little unsure.

"Aha! What is missing! Everyone, get ready for 'black oil' and 'slime acid', and the whole army is leaving!

"Oh!!" everyone excitedly raised their weapons in their hands.

It seems to them that trolls, monsters that can usually stop children from crying, are just moving trophies.

At this moment, Herbert felt that he was simply the chosen one!