One by one, the teams rushed out of the training ground of the barracks, and they were all soldiers with "iron turtle shells" on their bodies, but they all ran as fast as they could. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The last three teams to reach the finish line will be penalized, especially the Kirk team, who has already been penalized for five laps because the rally action is too slow, and in order not to continue to be penalized, they will run like a pack of wild horses and rush to the front.

Outside Ionia, at the edge of the forest at the end of the plain, another training had begun at the behest of Reginald.

Akali was dressed in a tight-fitting ninja suit, shaking a pair of long, white and toned legs, walking around the queue of a hundred people gathered here, looking everyone up and down-

From the mental state shown by her eyes, to the physical strength shown by the contours of her muscles, she even squats down and grabs the muscles of this person's legs with her slender hands, and her beautiful legs completely leak out of the ninja suit with slits on both sides, which makes many young men feel uncomfortable.

From time to time, she pulled some people out of the queue and said, "You, let's go." ”

These were scout reservists who had been simply screened, and they still needed to be further screened when they arrived at Akali, and they were not flexible, stamina, and mentally overstrained—although this may reflect that this person took this training seriously, she didn't need such a nervous person.

Nervousness is easy to get flustered, and panic is easy to make mistakes.

"Have you eaten yet?" After sweeping through the entire queue, there were only a dozen or so people left. The indifference emanating from Akali's dark eyes was the polar opposite of the excitement she felt about serving as a training instructor for the first time.

"Nope." They answered unneatly.

"Very well, then you don't have to eat today. Starvation is the Scout's most basic lesson. "You're officially recruits, and today's training is simple, let's play peek-a-boo." ”

The female ninja's pretty cheeks showed a smile, a sly smile full of ghostly ideas.

She looked at the improvised sundial on the rocks beside her, and began to tell the rules: "For a quarter of an hour, you can hide in the forest, wherever you hide." But don't let me find it, punishment games are fun. A dangerous smile crossed his cheeks.

"Let's get started." Akali turned and stared at the sundial, the flow of sunlight and shadows making the passage of time clear on the brown earth.

Now she felt more and more that fate was really some kind of magical and mysterious, and before the Equilibrium Sect was destroyed, she never thought that one day she would have the opportunity to train ninjas like this, she thought that she would be like her mother, just constantly refining the secret meaning of the Shadow Fist, and then rightfully become the wife of Twilight Eyes, and then pass on her experience in cultivation to her daughter.

How could I have thought that I would also stand heroically in front of the recruits, playing the mighty and important instructor.

The shadow slowly reached the end of her line.

Akali spun around and clapped her palms together crisply in front of her chest.

"I'm going."

She pulled up the ninja's mask and covered the corners of her mouth, leaving only a pair of smiling and dangerous eyes, and her figure swept neatly into the forest.

……

"Absolutely not! That's native meadow! No one has touched them since the beginning of Ionian existence. You know, strangers, that it is connected to the life of Ionia, and when the Holy King Presidium built the wall, he drove the wall out a hundred meters for the sake of these meadows! You're going to—" The elder in charge of the city's gardens chattered and argued.

"It has to be removed." Reginard said impatiently, "Are you going to wait for the Noxians to turn them into a sea of fire and surround our walls before pulling out men to put out the fire?" ”

He turned and pulled Irelia over: "I'll leave this matter to you, I've found a group of peasants, they have come to the city for refuge, and they are willing to help us, you take them to pull out all the grass, and there must be nothing combustible on the inside of the city walls, within range of the Noxian catapults!" I'm going to see 'Scar' now, where is the other one? ”

"It should be in a makeshift hospital. Rest assured, I promise to complete the task. Irelia smiled, and it wasn't long before a group of farmers came with their pickaxes and turned the grass into brown soil like weeds in the field.

Only the garden elder was left behind and cried loudly: "Oh my God, you bandits, my grass, my grass ......"

Reginad has arrived at the field hospital, a large, sturdy stone building that used to be the city's post house, similar to the bar that Reginard is familiar with, with a spacious lobby on the ground floor and many rooms on the second floor for accommodation, and a small courtyard with well water to access from the lobby, and several rooms connected to the courtyard, which are warehouses and kitchens.

It has now been drafted by a state of war, along with most of the buildings near the walls. Useless and flammable houses were demolished, and the sturdy and spacious ones were left for various functions.

The building is suitable, with easy access to water, a spacious lobby that can accommodate a large number of wounded people for simple treatment, serious patients can be recuperated on the second floor, and medicinal herbs can be stacked in the backyard.

Workers are constantly transporting herbs to the area, and they are carrying out simple modifications to the place with materials - they have removed the thresholds and slathered the steps into a slightly sloping slope to ensure that access from the outside is a smooth path.

That's when Scar arrived, he's a big guy, and he's definitely a brave guy.

"Why did you ask me to do such a thing? Men deserve to die on the battlefield! Treating the wounded is a woman's business! He rushed over in a rage.

"Because you're the best fighter. This matter can only be left to you. "Stretcher bearers are the most important part, we are outnumbered, any casualties can cause us heavy losses, we must know the battlefield best, to know when it is safest to treat the wounded." Stretcher bearers have no weapons or armor, and only true warriors can quickly train them into warriors who are not afraid of death. The only person who is suitable is you, 'Scar'.

The big man's emotions were slowly soothed by Reginald's words, and his long, steady breath surged under the bridge of his nose.

"You have to be with them, and that's how you train now, and that's the case on the battlefield, you don't have to carry a stretcher by hand, but you have to be near them at all times, so that you can make the fastest predictions about the unpredictable situation, and you have to arrange the quickest and safest route for them to save every wounded. You'll have a shield, but no heavy armor, so you'll have to cover them if necessary. It's dangerous. Reginard said, his voice like a rushing river, calm and powerful.

The stretcher bearers had already assembled outside, and the transport workers placed the prepared stretchers in front of the door, and heavy sandbags were placed on the stretchers.

"It's simple but boring, and you keep running with them. From here to the city walls, you must be so skilled that you can pass with your eyes closed! Especially the stone steps of the city wall, where not only does it consume more physical strength, but it also tests the cooperation of two people, and the sandbag cannot be thrown out at any time, because it will be your comrades in the future. No problem, right? Reginard said.

"Scar" let out a heavy snort, and accepted his dispatch. As he walked out of the makeshift hospital, the stretcher bearers were amazed at the big training instructor, who would be fighting alongside them, apparently a brave warrior, not a languid logistics officer.

"Start training!" The big man's voice echoed in front of the makeshift hospital.