In the early morning, just after dawn, the sound of a whining horn sounded in the wolf cavalry camp on the outskirts of Warsong Castle, breaking the silence of dawn.

Soon, groups of werewolf soldiers dressed only in linen rushed out of the barracks and marched to the training ground, standing solemnly in the cold morning breeze with their hands behind their backs, waiting for the new day's drills to begin.

In the entire training ground, no less than 2,000 people gathered in the black press, but there was no other noise except for the occasional sound of officers' orders, and the discipline of the entire army was obviously very strict.

Blade also stood in the queue with his head held high, and at this time, half a month had passed since he finished his confinement, and he was slowly getting familiar with the life in the barracks. Blade is now officially a soldier in the Imperial Army, and although his father is one of the most important ministers of the Empire, he can only start as a soldier because of the strict system of military merit awards in the Orc Army. Moreover, the identity of his overseer's son was kept secret, and except for a few high-ranking officers of the Third Wing, the rest of the Wing knew about his identity.

Blade didn't care about starting as a soldier, he didn't want to touch his father's light in the first place, because he had lived under his father's halo for too long, and for the proud Blade, it was a matter of pressure for him. He hoped that one day, when people would see him, they would say, 'Look, he is a sharp blade,' instead of always saying, 'Look, he is the son of the wrath.'"

So, when he learned that his father was leading the army to the northern grasslands, he immediately asked his father to join the army and go to the north as soon as he became an adult. Because orcs advocate martial arts, joining the army to obtain military merits is a shortcut for orcs to prove themselves and gain the recognition of others.

The Wolf clan was one of the main sources of soldiers in the Bimon Empire, and most adult male Wolf would have had some experience in the military, and out of the desire to train his son, Fury agreed to his son's request.

The blade got what he wanted, and he was confident that with his martial arts, he could break through the battle in the northern grasslands. He wanted to make meritorious contributions and prove himself. However, in the past few days since joining the Bloody Fang Cavalry Regiment, the Third Wing has sent men and horses to sweep the large and small mercenary groups on the grasslands near Kanasburg, and has achieved good results, but his team has not been given a chance to fight abroad, which is naturally quite disappointed for the blade who is eager to make contributions.

However, disappointment to disappointment, Wolfe was not discouraged in the slightest. He carried out the regular life of the barracks in a regular manner, practiced day after day, and waited dormant for the arrival of the combat mission.

Today's routine didn't last long before it ended, much to the Blade's surprise. However, what made him feel even more unusual was that the wolf cavalry on the training ground had not been ordered to disband, and at the same time, he found that the veterans around him were all inexplicably excited, as if they were faintly expecting something.

"Hey, Bart, what's going on today?" Blade whispered, touching an old soldier on his right hand with his elbow.

"There should be drills later!It's actual combat drills!" Bart replied in a suppressed voice.

"What kind of actual combat drill?" Blade looked puzzled.

"Recruit egg*, don't ask so much, you'll understand when you look at it later. Bart reprimanded in the tone of an old bird.

At this moment, a group of wolf cavalry escorted a group of strong men of different races with ragged clothes, haggard faces and shackles into the training ground. These strong men were of various races, about fifty or sixty people, the largest of whom were humans, followed by orcs and goblins, and then even a few dwarves and an ogre. Although these strong men of different races were sluggish, embarrassed, and some were injured, they all had a fierce and ferocious aura that could not be hidden.

When he saw these people, the blade couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He knew these people, they were all prisoners of the Third Wing during this time in the battles they had fought against mercenary groups or bandit bandits on the steppe. When these captives were escorted back, Blade also went to watch them, so he knew them.

Seeing that these captives were all taken to the training ground today, Sharp Blade suddenly realized in his heart and understood what Bart meant by 'actual combat drills'!

The history of the Bimon Empire is a history of perennial foreign conquests. And the high-intensity conquest requires the empire to maintain a strong military force at all times. Being able to ensure the bloodiness and courage of soldiers at all times is one of the foundations of a strong military. Therefore, in addition to the usual routine drills, the Empire's military training methods will often let soldiers encircle and suppress demonic beasts or duel with the enemy's captives. This method of training is called 'blood training'. Although bloody and brutal, it was one of the many factors that allowed the Beamon Empire to grow from a small orc tribe to such a large power.

The alien captives were brought into the training grounds, and although they were all fierce people, when faced with the black oppression of a group of werewolf soldiers, except for a few truly outlaws who were not afraid of death, they still had a look of horror on their faces.

On the training ground, there was a sense of slaughter.

Boggs, the co-captain of the Third Wing, sat on the back of a tall wolf, shook the reins, and slowly stepped forward to the captives.

The werewolf general with a grim face glanced at the captives and said coldly: "The Northern Frontier Grassland is the territory of our Great Beamon Empire. The masters of this steppe are us orcs. The Empire is forgiving, and you aliens are allowed to live here, but you bandits are rebellious, but you do not want to live in peace and contentment, and you vainly try to split my Bimon Empire and kill my orc clan, which is really an unforgivable sin!"

"I, the real aborigines of this grassland are goblins, and the other races are immigrants, and you orcs are just nests of birds! And now the number one race on the grassland is our human race, whether it is to talk about history or population, you orcs can't get to the top, why do you say that you are the master here? A bald man seemed to know that there was no escape today, and he was heartbroken, and he pushed back Boggs's words in public.

Boggs's eyes narrowed, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Why? With the scimitars in the hands of our orc warriors, and the blood of our 100,000 orc ancestors spilled on this land!"

More than 1,000 years ago, the last remnants of the Bimon Empire and the Elven Empire's Umayyad Dynasty fought a decisive battle on the northern grasslands, after which the Umayyad Dynasty was completely destroyed, but the orcs also paid the price of 100,000 soldiers. The establishment of the Bimeng Empire's rule over the grasslands of northern Xinjiang can be said to have been exchanged for the bones of these 100,000 soldiers!

"Don't talk nonsense, don't you just want to cut off your head when you pull the uncle out today? Give the uncle a good time, anyway, the uncle will be a good man in eighteen years!" the bald man took a sip and said with a stalk on his neck.

Boggs sneered: "Kill the prisoners? We don't care about the warriors of Bimon! I have no other meaning in pulling you out today, I just want you to accompany our warriors to train and train their soldiers!"

Including the bald man, all the captives on the training ground heard Boggs say this, and their originally dull eyes suddenly lit up.

But Boggs then changed his words: "However, we are training with real swords and real guns, not playing tricks, it is to really fight for life!"

The captives' eyes darkened again. The bald man sneered and spoke again: "Change the soup but not the medicine! Isn't it just a trick to kill us!"

Boggs shook his head and smiled playfully, "We will provide you with full armor and weapons so that you and our warriors can fight on fair terms! Of course, if you lose, you will have to leave your life here. ”

"Really?" the bald man asked in a deep voice with his eyebrows twitching. He knew that accompanying these orc soldiers to train would definitely be more than lucky, but if these orcs could really keep their promises, then he would have a chance to survive and regain his freedom after all. The other captives on the training ground also had their eyes flashing and whispering at this time, obviously having the same thoughts as the bald man.

"Do you dare to fight?" asked Boggs, looking at the group of captives who were talking to each other.

"Why don't you dare, I'll come!" the bald man gritted his teeth and strode out.

"I'll do it too!"

"Count me in!"

"Damn, fight with these beasts!"

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In response to the sound of battle, except for more than a dozen goblin captives, all the other captives of all races on the field agreed to Boggs's training request. Now fight to the death, or there is a glimmer of life, otherwise you can escape the first day of junior high school, but you can't escape the fifteenth. After all, the bloody cruelty of the orc army is well-known throughout the continent. To become a prisoner in such an army, sooner or later there will be a day when you will be tortured to death.

And the dozen or so goblin captives gathered around, arguing about whether they should accompany the orcs in training. Goblins are known on the continent as a timid race that is afraid of death and never adventurous. Their idea is that it is too likely to hang up now if they accompany the orcs to train their troops. If you don't accompany the orcs to train the army, even if you are really tortured to death by the orcs in the future, at least you have some days to live.

Seeing that the goblins didn't argue for a long time and came to a conclusion, the bald man scolded impatiently: "You fools, not only do you look like mice, but you also have the same guts as mice. If you are willing to become food for these werewolves in the future, you can continue to spend it here!"

The bald man's scolding brought the goblins' argument to an abrupt end. The goblins looked at each other with a look of fear in their eyes. Feeding war horses with captives is a tradition that has been passed down from the time of the orc armies to the Horde. However, after entering the imperial era, due to the cultivation and progress of civilization, the orc army rarely used this extremely barbaric and cruel way to torture and kill prisoners of war. However, in a small number of orc troops, this method of torture and killing of prisoners of war still occurs occasionally. And the wolf cavalry, known for its ruthlessness and ferocity, is precisely one of the units that still retains the tradition of this orc army.

The possibility of becoming wolf droppings greatly stimulated the nerves of the goblins, and finally overpowered the idea that they could live one more day. In the end, the goblins all agreed to the orc's training request.

At this time, the bald man suddenly said to Boggs: "You said that you would let us fight your soldiers on fair terms, but your soldiers are all cavalry, and the mounts are all wolves, and there are no war horses or other mounts suitable for us here, and we can't control the wolves at all.

Boggs glanced at the bald man and said, "Since it is a military training, then both sides must show real strength." How can we, the wolf cavalry, who are good at horsemanship, learn from their strengths and come down to fight with you on foot? There are fifty-eight of you in all, and we will only send twenty horsemen to fight you!"

After saying that, Boggs pointed at the ranks of soldiers on the training ground with a whip in his hand, and said loudly: "The fourth squad of the first squadron of the second brigade, the whole team is out!"