In the quiet wood elf's barracks, the trombone suddenly sounded, and the sudden sound of the trombone echoed in the darkness of dawn, and to Teucer's ears, it sounded like the wailing of dawn.

"Woo-woo-woo

"Hey, guys, what are you doing here?" Teucer asked, and at the same time, he also followed the wood elf next to him to dance the "Summer Harvest Festival Reserved Street Dance - Samba" in the camp tent.

"New Terrians, this is the rallying bugle! Oh, and don't be late. Welcome to the 'Hell' Bootcamp! The Wood Elf beside Teucer didn't look up, just looking for his own saber.

"'Hell' training camp?" Teucer was in a hurry, but he quickly put on the wisteria armor given to him by the patrol's quartermaster, took the Wood Elf longbow he had carried, mounted the quiver on his back, and tucked his sword at his waist.

"Yes, and from my friends who were warriors, maybe life in hell is a lot easier than the painful training here." This chaotic group of wood elf recruits is gossiping.

"You'll find out later. The Terrians. "Teucer and the group of Wood Elf recruits raced against the clock to the clearing outside the camp," said the deputy of Team Legrard, who was known as a training freak among the Sheffield soldiers. ”

"There's also a strong recruit abuse fetish." I don't know who interjected coldly.

"How lucky!" Teucer swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and when he was just about to stand still, the sound of the wood elf's trombone, which was rendered like a death knell, came to an abrupt end. Everyone looked at the recruits who had not yet entered the ranks and stood up with gloomy faces. These hapless fellows turned blue with a face as if they were facing a great enemy.

“САзегцммерои，этаопгеч。 (Pick up your arms and stand in line!) Legral, the big one, accompanied by a young officer who was unfamiliar to Toucer's eyes, commanded the group of recruits in front of him in high spirits, and Teucer and the recruits began to check the various equipment they were carrying, and stood in two rows.

"Other latecomers." The lieutenant of Legral was whispering something to the officer beside him, when suddenly the officer next to him immediately drew a vine whip and rushed towards the late recruits.

"We are a well-disciplined army, and even if they are new recruits, they are late! The trumpets may seem unfamiliar to you, but the punishment they have suffered will make you and them remember the trombone sound clearly! The Legral lieutenant shouted a reprimand to the lucky recruits, including Teucer, of course, with their carved faces.

The young officer who Legral ordered to deal with the late recruits was a stern-faced Wood Elf warrior who seemed to have his own theories and methods for punishing these stunned recruits. He wielded his leather whip fiercely, crackling in the empty drill field, "20 whips per person, or 10 laps around the barracks." You punctual guys have to choose for yourselves. Be quick. ”

The late recruits quickly chose to run 10 laps as punishment, but what they didn't expect was that the officer had been following them while they were all running, and if they were a little slower, they would have to eat a heavy rattan whip.

The big guy didn't seem to be idle, he immediately began to count the number of people in the queue, but when he walked in front of a red-faced wood elf, he suddenly stopped, and he gently straightened the neckline of the wood elf.

"Do I look funny?" The big guy smiled, but his roaring voice always made Teucer and the rest of their queue shudder.

"No, sir. No, sir! It was a big grin guy in the queue, and he seemed to hold back his smile with a twist.

"Answer me, is your chrysanthemum being crawled by bugs?" The big guy was still smiling weirdly, and everyone looked at the wood elf who was causing trouble, and their eyes were full of sympathy, "It's very comfortable to see those poor creatures who are late being punished." ”

"No, I wasn't laughing. No, sir, I really wasn't laughing. The grinning face of the grinning wood elf had almost begun to twitch, and his legs shook unnaturally.

"Ah, now you did hold back a laugh, but I saw it before you could hold back. Out of the ranks, you bug-crawled guy. The big guy suddenly put away his smile, and everyone's hearts had already risen to their throats.

"Yes, sir!" The grinning wood elf finally held back a smile and stood out of the queue with his chest and stomach closed.

"See that stout El Tora tree?" The big guy asked him coldly.

"See! No, got it! Sir! The hapless wood elf replied tremblingly.

"Go and finish 100 tree climbs before sunset. Otherwise, you can get the hell out of here for me. The big guy pointed to him at the barracks gate. I'd like to see if you guys are really worms crawling into your! I can't cry when you're tired! ”

These harsh punishments were the first discipline lessons that the so-called "Legral lieutenant" had taught to the recruits, and in the most basic formation and standing training, the recruits on Toc's left and right had been caught out of the ranks.

"Shaking your body from side to side like a tree, it must have felt comfortable. You're enjoying the coolness, aren't you? The big guy sneered at the two recruits who had been taken out of the team, "You two must have felt the autumn breeze in our Sheffield just now, and the autumn is refreshing." I'll tell you, this isn't Unocal's Bard Academy, it's Sheffield Barracks! ”

"Yes, sir! We are willing to accept punishment. "The two recruits who were taken out of the queue still knew the temper of the big guys, and they were only sent to run around the Sheffield barracks for five laps.

"The others who are still in the queue have paid attention to me. I, Legral, have been fighting in the army all my life, and what I feel most deeply is that the discipline of the army is extremely important for the victory or defeat of the battle. I need each of you to treat the training ground as a battlefield of life and death, and as soon as my military order is issued, it will be carried out as soon as it is ordered! Legrar walked up to Teucer and suddenly glared at Teucer, who remained motionless, "Each of you is just a recruit in my eyes that even a hare can't kill!" Soon, though, that all will change. As long as you are not afraid of hardship, train hard, and be disciplined, you are the best! ”

"Yes, sir!" The recruits shouted in unison. Energetic, he stood as straight as a pine.

The Wood Elf recruit who answered Teucer was right, life in Hell was much easier than the training of the big guys. The day passed quickly, and by the time Teucer and his fellow recruits had returned to the camp from training, it was already dark and starry. Teucer and his fellow recruits fell asleep until the white of the fish's belly soon cleared in the sky—the trombone of the wood elves sounded again.

"It's ringing again!" The tent was filled with the terrifying cries of the recruits, and he quickly rushed out of the tent with Teucer and the recruits in the tent.

“САзегцммерои，этаопгеч。 (Pick up your arms and stand in line!) "It was the same first command as yesterday's dawn.

"Well, today you rabbit cubs have finally learned a little smarter." The big guy Legral didn't know where to get his good spirit, and his sonorous voice was like a cow grazing in the mountains, "But the personnel are not yet complete, but if you can maintain the state of assembly tomorrow, even if the most basic thing of the assembly is passed." Stand up straight! All on standby! ”

Teucer and the group of Wood Elf recruits around him straightened their backs when they heard the order, and the queue was surprisingly quiet for a moment, almost audible to hear even the faintest breathing.

"You losers! Do you know how important collections are? I remember that I had educated you well yesterday, and ah, you rat again. Legral had a look of disgust on his face, and he and the young officer beside him quickly walked towards the tired soldiers.

"Sir, we're really tired and can't stand it." The late Wood Elf recruits looked tired, and their words were full of grievances, "Yes, your training is too harsh. ”

"Coward!" The young officer, who had been following the big guy, suddenly walked around behind the complaining recruits and kicked them to the ground one by one. They were rolling on the ground in pain.

"Dr. Druid, go and take a look at the injuries of these soft-footed shrimp crawling on the ground, and then transfer them to the Elven Infantry Squadron, if these guys don't want to go to the Wood Elf Infantry Squadron, send an order to the barracks dispatch and ask him to send someone to report to Lord Baron Wood, and tell these rabbit cubs to get out of Sheffield completely." The big guy Legral looked at them with disdain, but finally spoke with a full sense of anger, "Crodir, for those recruits who haven't arrived to assemble yet, they will never have to assemble. Those who do not come to the assembly must be punished according to the old rules of our barracks, and those people will be thrown to Cliff Rattan, so that he can cure their inertia, and when the punishment is over, they must be expelled from Sheffield! ”

"Yes, my teacher!" The stern young officer held his head high, and with a rattan whip in hand, began to scout the slackers among the recruits.

"I seem to have asked you to inspect the weapons and equipment just now, you, and a few of you." Legral held out his hand and saw several wood elves who had only worn rattan armor but had forgotten to bring their longbows, or had forgotten to bring their quivers, gesturing forward.

"It's ~~ sir!" The soldiers, who had been spotted by Legral, trembled their legs and walked out of the queue trembling.

"The Wood Elf longbow and arrow are our warriors' best companions on the battlefield and a symbol of our Wood Elf warrior status. Without a longbow and arrows, you lose your identity. Legraal's face became more and more engraving, "It's good that I'm training now, if there is a war, you guys will not only drag down your companions, but also put yourself in danger of life and death!" ”

"Yes, sir, we take your instructions to heart." The recruits who were targeted by Legral were apprehensive at the sight of the wind.

"In the future, I will not allow anyone to forget to bring with them such as your rattan armor, melee swords, longbows, and arrows when they assemble. Also, those idiots who haven't learned how to wear rattan armor can give me a wake-up call. As your instructor, I can make it clear this time, if there is a second time, you will be punished more severely by me! Categorize! The words of the big guy Legral made the hearts of these recruits who came out of the ranks finally fall to the ground smoothly.

The training ground was exceptionally quiet, and Teucer and all the remaining Wood Elf comrades did not dare to come out, let alone do actions such as reaching out and tickling, although there seemed to be some itching from some insect bite on their bodies, the only thing they needed to do now was to keep their brains blank for a while before the stinky fart command issued by the serious big guy in front of him, and stood up straight, looking ahead without blinking their eyes. At least for Teucer, this big guy is always so stinky, and Teucer really can't imagine that the glorious Wood full of aristocratic atmosphere would choose such a rugged big guy to be the deputy of his Border Forest Patrol Brigade.

“ОШреэг，мегргат。 ГАл。 (All recruits*, turn right and run forward!) Teucer and the Wood Elf recruits were enchanted by the loud voice of the big guy, and turned to the right as they brushed, running in almost unison. Of course, there was no wood elf who walked in unison, even if he was dragged out of the team by the big guy's attendant adjutant. There was another howl of ghosts and wolves in the ranks, and the number of recruits for the Wood Elf Rangers was once again reduced. The next day, just during the running march and the parade training, the number of the Einsatzgruppen was quickly reduced by two-thirds. Only a third of the lucky ones dragged back to the Einsatzgruppen tent with exhausted steps, and many of them had begun to complain about the cruelty of the lieutenants, but fortunately, the dozen or so spacious tents left plenty of room for the tired Wood Elf recruits* to relax their limbs, and each of the Wood Elves living in the tent temporarily had a piece of their own private territory. Teucer's camp was no longer full of young wood elves who had come to join the army with a heart of blood as it had been at dawn this morning, and so far all that was left in Teucer's camp was the slightly yellow-skinned, but unsightly young man of the wood elves, whose face seemed familiar to Teucer, but he could not remember where he had seen it for a while.

"Hi, my name is Teucer, a Trian who was given the status of a wood elf by Mr. Baron some time ago. I don't know your name yet. You look familiar! Buddy! Teucer couldn't resist the loneliness of his training, and began to introduce himself to the strange wood elf.

"Ha, great hero Teucer, of course I do. The most beautiful woman in Sheffield Town, Miss Avanna's beloved. It seems that even Miss Troana, the 'heartthrob' of the Morne family, has a soft spot for you. "My name is Glenn, and you may not have heard of me, but we are neighbors, and I live next door to your cabin. Glenn hurriedly finished introducing himself, then turned away, and seemed to concentrate on arranging his mat and cover.

"Ha, thank you for the compliment, Mr. Glenn! Sure enough, that's right, I just said we know each other very well! Your compliments may sound a bit blunt, but I rarely hear compliments from others. You did really well on the training pitch today. Teucer gave a thumbs up.

"Mr. Teucer does have the potential to be a great hero, and it's rare for a Trian to be able to complete a Wood Elf training program without making mistakes. Let's take a quiet break. Otherwise, the sudden gathering of the big guy's team deputy will leave the two of us with no physical strength to deal with. And then the poor one was swept out of the house -- it was a shame. Glenn covered himself with his back to Teucer, and in a moment he let out a sleepy snoring sound.

Glenn's snoring also caused a wave of sleepiness in the corners of Tocke's eyes, and Teucer's heart was only the delicate face that Avenna had revealed when she was shy. Until he fell asleep, Teucer had forgotten that he was still wearing the hard rattan armor.

In the days that followed, the rhythm of special training on the training ground was like a spell, tense and exciting, and the slightest carelessness would be immediately cleared out of the camp. Teucer finally learned that this was not a place to train ordinary Wood Elf warriors, but to train the Wood Elf Rangers, and this military camp was specially set up for recruits who were qualified to become members of the Wood Elf Rangers.

"Oh, Wood." A smile appeared on Tocke's face, he felt so close to Avina, but even with the rigors of his training, he thought it was totally worth it.

Teucer gradually discovers that the big guy Legral is not as bad as he imagined when he first arrived. The big guy Legral is a stern but good guy who gives the best training facilities and venues to the members and prospectives of Tocke's Einsatzgruppen; The Einsatzgruppen and prospective members were equipped with a complete range of weapons and supplies, and they used the best quality Wood Elf longbows and the straightest Wood Elf arrows that could be found in Sheffield's barracks; Of course, there is also the most generous food, their food standard is much better than that of ordinary infantry brigades, they can enjoy three elf regiments for each meal and only one infantry team, and the extra fruit supply makes the ordinary wood elf soldiers of the infantry brigade can only salivate and envy; However, the training mission of the Einsatzgruppen can only be described by the word "cruel" in the eyes of other wood elf warriors, several times the training intensity of ordinary soldiers, and they also have to learn the weapon mastery of longbow and archery, they have to learn the slashing of the scimitar, the swing of the sword, the attack and defense of the spear, the use of rattan cards, the long march and run, the stunt guidance across the tree, the slightest carelessness and negligence will be a terrible mistake. Either they will be subjected to additional corporal punishment that is unbearable for ordinary people, or they will be expelled from Sheffield by name by the big guy Legral or sent to the infantry brigade, and those losers who are assigned to the infantry brigade will always be ready to charge into battle for the future two or three armies, God knows how to charge against each other, and become one of the many pawns and cheap cannon fodder for the Wood Elf King Frevice II in the forward position.