The red-haired boy clutched the mallet in his hand and stared intently at the target in front of him, it was an adult wild boar, its fangs as sharp as a bayonet, its thick skin could even block the hunter's arrows, and its strength could knock down a tree.

This is a formidable adversary, under normal circumstances, it would take several heavily armed soldiers to deal with this guy, the soldiers here are not the kind of militia and village warriors in small villages, and only in the barracks that can appear in the towns, the regular army soldiers are trained, but the nearby towns are not of high rank, they can only train ordinary swordsmen and spearmen, it is said that in the higher level towns, their barracks can train two-handed swordsmen and heavy pikemen, they are stronger and good at fighting.

If it had been placed in the past, the red-haired boy would not have taken a wild boar so seriously, only the great swordsman who has reached the pinnacle of the swordsmanship realm or the monster who has mastered supernatural power is worthy of this treatment, but now, he has made people seal his own strength, and the current red-haired boy is just an ordinary person who has good physical exercise and can use both swordsmanship.

The boar slashed twice, then swooped at the red-haired boy, using his sharp fangs to make a hole in the belly of the hairless monkey, which weighed only a third of itself, and stomped his head with its hooves!

The speed of the wild boar charging with all its strength is very fast, and once the strong body like a hill increases its speed, even the knight has to avoid it, and this is an endless plain, there are no obstacles to dodge at all, if it is a normal person, it will definitely turn around and run.

But the red-haired boy remained still, watching intently as the boar approached as it approached, and at the moment it rushed in front of him, he turned sideways to avoid the deadly fangs, and at the same time struck the back of the boar's head with the mallet in his hand.

The boar, which had been hit hard, rushed forward a few more steps due to inertia, then fell to the ground, and after two convulsions, it did not move.

Although he has lost his strength, the red hair still has enough capital to protect himself, his eyesight, skill, intuition and courage are still there, and a wild boar is not qualified to threaten him, but for him, the biggest meaning of this wild boar is......

"Haha! There's meat to eat again today! Hurry up, everyone! Let's pick this wild boar back to the village, this is hundreds of catties of meat! ”

"It's wonderful! Ever since Ice Hunter came to the village, we don't have to be afraid of the beasts around us anymore. ”

"yes, yes! Although Ice Hunt is not very old, he is very capable of fighting, and I don't think even the knights in the city can compare! ”

Five or six villagers dressed in coarse cloth walked out of their hiding place happily, talking about how good the red-haired boy was, and gathered around the carcass of the wild boar and began to cut the pork on the spot so that it could be brought back for storage.

Ice Hunter looked at the big mallet in his hand, then at the simple leather armor on his body, which didn't even have leggings, and finally sighed.

"This place is so spooky. I've been living here for three months, but I feel like I'm running out of common sense in my life. ”

The world where the shrine maiden sent Ice Hunt and Knock Dong looks the same as the ancient times of the real world, but after communicating with the local residents, the red-haired swordsman's expression becomes quite exciting, because the gap between the details here and reality is too great.

He saw with his own eyes an ordinary builder, wielding a small hammer and striking the ground a few times, a five-meter-high guard tower rose from the ground, from the erection of the bracket to the final completion, and Ice Hunt did not see this uncle add even a single piece of wood to it!

He saw with his own eyes an ordinary farmer who sprinkled a basket of seeds on the ground a few times, and then the whole meadow was turned into a neatly cultivated field, and after a month, the crops on the field were ripe for harvesting and storage.

He saw with his own eyes an ordinary miner, who spent the afternoon digging on a large block of stone, and then returned with a cart of metal ingots.

He saw with his own eyes an ordinary lumberjack, and after a half-day axe wielding at a tree, the tree turned into a cut log.

The red-haired boy burst into tears on the spot, especially the fully automatic ploughland that could mature in that month, Professor Yuan Longping would cry blindly!

Ice Hunter has witnessed so many miracles here, and then he has experienced the mystery for himself, he and Dongdong settled in a small village, and then became a ...... armed with a big stick to defend their home at the invitation of the village chief Militiaman.

It was a simple compound surrounded by wooden bars, and there was a room with a large piece of coarse cloth as a roof, and there were five pieces of armor and five large mallets, and when Ice Hunter put on his armor and walked out of this compound with a mallet, he suddenly felt that there were some more things in his head, including very rough fighting techniques using mallets, to be honest, these fighting skills were useless in the eyes of the red-haired boy, and his random swinging movements were much more disciplined and clever than these fighting skills.

It is said that when it comes out, the trainee's body will also be strengthened to a certain extent, but Ice Hunt doesn't feel anything, it seems that the physical strength of this militia level is not as good as Ice Hunt's own exercise, the only thing that makes Ice Hunt feel satisfied is the mallet that doesn't know what wood is, this mallet is not only strong but also feels quite good, and it is very easy to wield.

The group walked forward with meat on their shoulders, talking and laughing, and soon a sparse complex of buildings appeared in their field of vision, and everyone except Ice Hunt immediately cheered in unison, and then quickened their pace, because this was the village they lived in.

The village is built by the river and is home to more than 20 families, and it has its own mill, lumber yard, and barracks, and unlike other villages, it has its own wharf, which is also a special feature.

Ice Hunter asked the locals in detail, and he learned from these people that the magical sights he had seen before were all because of the functional buildings in the village. If there were no logging yards, they would have to cut the wood bit by bit. If they didn't build a mill, they would have to slowly cultivate the land on their own and wait until the next autumn to harvest it, and if they didn't build a barracks, they would have to train a soldier and follow the steps repeatedly.

"Look! Our pig hero is back! It looks like it's a full load this time! This wild boar is so big! ”

When everyone walked to the entrance of the village, they saw an old man on crutches coming up, and Bing Hunt nodded gently to the old man.

The village chief, who was willing to take in Bing Hunt and Dong Dong, had just let them stay because he had no family to blame the pitiful children, but he soon found out that this red-haired boy was very unusual, and the first thing he did after becoming a militia was to open the scoop of the wild boar that often came to destroy the cultivated land, and let the more than 90 people in the village eat a delicious meal of pork.

After that day, the simple villagers pressed the title of 'pig hunting hero' on the head of Ice Hunt, and Ice Hunt also enjoyed it, and then out of control, the wild boars around this village can pour blood mold this time, in just one month, there are six wild boars under the mallet of Ice Hunt, turned into durable sausages and cured meat to fill the village warehouse, poor villages rarely eat meat.

There are no resources worth mentioning around this village, and the only thing that can be produced in the village is food, fish, and medicinal herbs that grow in the grassland environment, but because the village cannot be built. Because of the trade factory, these medicinal herbs cannot be roughly processed into easy-to-preserve bundles as quickly as logging and farming, and if you want to dispose of them, you can only rely on manual cleaning, drying and bundling, and then sell them to trading ships passing through the small docks of the village in exchange for daily necessities and currency, which is also the only way to earn money in the village, but the daily life of this village does not need money, all the resources in the village are managed by the elderly village chief and distributed to each family, because the distribution is very reasonable, so no one complains about it。

Because the adults are busy with their own work, the work of collecting and processing medicinal herbs is handed over to the children who are not yet adults in the village, not that the children cannot enjoy the benefits provided by the functional buildings, but because the children's work efficiency is too low, only half or even less than one-tenth of the adults, and only in the war years, when most adults are forced to join the army, will let the children work.

This world is much more chaotic than the real world in Ice Hunt's memory, because of the extremely high production efficiency, so those ambitious leaders often find various reasons to go to war, the scale of the battle ranges from dozens to hundreds, according to the village chief who once followed the lord to the battlefield as a guard, he once participated in a big battle with thousands of lords and hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

At that time, in order to strengthen his chances of victory, the lord pulled all the thirteen or fourteen-year-old children into the barracks, and at the same time forcibly requisitioned resources from the villages in his territory.

Fortunately, this village is a Gothic village, and the local lord is also a Goth, so he was not killed by the grain collector, and the lord trusts him the most is the Gothic guard of fifty people under his command, and it will not be good if he is sued.

The village chief's deceased wife, a kind person, mobilized the villagers to go to the villages where they had no one to take care of their children back to their villages, and then reunite them with their families when the war was over and the soldiers and retired laborers were released.

However, in that war, their lord was a loser, his army was almost completely wiped out, and although he himself was desperately saved by his Gothic Guards, he died of illness not long after returning.

Many of those who fought in that war never returned, and there are now more than two dozen families left in the village, which was once a hundred families, and that's counting those who had to settle here because the village was completely destroyed.

The village chief's words made Bing Hunt sigh, the people of this world use the same language and writing, weights and measures and units are the same, the only difference is only race, appearance and some customs, but their war is more cruel than the real world.

With the help of collecting resources and training soldiers, things called 'functional buildings' make it easier for lords to wage war to satisfy their ambitions, or simply see it as a terrible game of fun.

Another big difference between the humans in this world and the real humans is that each different race has its own unique national talent, and it's funny to say that these racial talents that Ice Hunter heard about can all correspond to their real world history.

The way to identify the race here is to go to the center of the town and the monastery, as for what the talent of each race looks like, and who first discovered it, no one can say these things clearly, some of the racial talents that the village chief knows, a large part of them are occasionally heard when guarding the lord, and some of them are common sense that everyone knows.

For example, the Goths are good at hunting wild boars (villagers have +5 attack against wild boars), Gothic hunters can carry more meat than hunters of other nationalities (hunters carry +15 food), Gothic infantry can be trained with very little resources (since feudal times, Gothic infantry training costs have been reduced by 25%), Gothic infantry is very good at siege warfare and destroying buildings (Gothic infantry attack +1).

And the Goths can be trained in castles and barracks, and then become their own special troops - the Goths (Guards), they are equipped with strong large iron shields, the defense of projectile weapons is ridiculously high, and it is even more powerful when fighting in formation, and it is recognized as one of the best infantry in the world, many lords who are not Goths also like to recruit Goths as their personal guards, they can not only resist the flying arrows on the battlefield for the lord, but also resist the dark arrows.

The one who used to beat the lord of the village chief on the battlefield was a Frankish lord, and the Franks were able to build fortified castles with fewer resources (castle construction costs 33% less), and cavalry trained by the Franks had better survivability on the battlefield (cavalry HP +20%), and the Franks were also one of the best at farming (free upgrade of farmland).

It is said that at the beginning of the battle, the Frankish lord rushed up with his knight force of nearly 200 men, trampled the Goths' formation to pieces, and the spearmen and swordsmen in front of them were scattered on the spot.

"If Ice Hunt can be born a few years earlier, maybe you can catch up with that war, although you are not a Goth, but with your skills, you are definitely qualified to serve as a swordsman centurion, maybe you can become a famous warrior, and then get a fief!"

Once again, the village chief sighed because of the bad luck of the ice hunt, as a Goth, he was not tired of war, or the national characteristics of the Goths doomed their warlike nature, and the restless Gothic lads would often leave without saying goodbye, take up arms and go to the battlefield with ambitions, even in the far east, you can see the Goths on the battlefield.

And Ice Hunt was not impressed by the village chief's words.

'I'm here to find a doctor to live, not to fight for ambition and territory. ’

Carrying the old man on his back, Bing Hunt pursed his lips disdainfully.

Although I also like fighting, this kind of meaningless and unchallenging battle is a ghost fight. ’