"Three people, one horse, two ridges", the corn harvesting team in the form of small groups to move forward, along the two parallel ridges to the end, the two large baskets of corn cobs on horseback are already piled up, the three of them together lift a basket of corn into the roadside cart, fill a cart and send it back to the commune, to be peeled and dried by women, old people and children who cannot do heavy physical work.

The "three people and one horse" harvesting team squatted in the field to drink two sips of water, smoke a bucket of cigarettes, and the horses also chewed a few young corn leaves for a short rest, and then started work again, and turned around along another ditch to kill back. The commune paid each group according to the piece rate of corn harvested, and each person who received an extra ridge of corn earned 1 silver thaler, which was definitely a "high salary" for the countrymen. An extra drop of sweat will give you an extra income, and the benefits that can be seen and felt will bring great encouragement to these peasant men who advocate diligence and thrift, and they all spontaneously go to work in the fields without waiting for dawn to be supervised by the leaders of the commune.

When returning to the team, the formation remains the same, but the person who leads the horse is changed, so that the two positions with different labor intensity of pulling the horse and breaking corn are replaced, and the three of them can take turns to rest. The man in charge of leading the horse took the reins from his companion and also received a whistle tied to the rope and hung it around his neck.

Working in this vast cornfield like the ocean, except for the companions around you, there is rarely a chance to see the members of other groups, as if you are trapped in a large maze of green and boundless, although as long as you walk along the ditch you will not get lost, but any country man with a little experience knows that the cornfield is definitely not a safe place! Especially during the autumn harvest season, there are many thrilling encounters with wild boars in the fields.

The wild boar, a strong, brainless creature, is one of the most feared beasts in the countryside. Especially the wild boars that broke into the corn field before the winter "sticking to the fat", all of them were fat and fat, and the body was extremely ferocious, who dared to disturb it to gnaw corn, even if it was the king of heaven, it dared to rush up with red eyes. The average farmer is no match for the wild boar, and if he notices the signs of a wild boar, he will blow a whistle and call for the militia patrolling the fields to come to their aid.

In the six months since Nikolai came to the valley village, his main work was to form a reserve militia force, and there are 120 militiamen in the valley village, all of whom are young and strong boys, who usually work on the farm and participate in strict military training under Nikolai's guidance on weekends. In just half a year, this militia company has been trained decently, all the militia have mastered the basic combat skills, what is even more rare is strict discipline and tacit understanding, although the combat effectiveness is not as good as the regular army with extraordinary professions, but it is more than enough to deal with the goblins, jackals and others who harass the countryside, and it is also the work of the militia company to drive away the wild boars that go down the mountain and destroy the farmland.

Nikolai led a patrol around the fields early in the morning. The 120 well-trained militiamen were divided into 12 squads, and the militia with outstanding martial skills was selected as the captain, each responsible for a defensive area.

The 15,000 acres of farmland is so vast that twelve militia squads patrol the area, like sprinkling pepper noodles into a large frying pan, and it is difficult to take care of them. Due to the shortage of manpower, Peter and Bavra also joined the patrol team temporarily, following Nikolai around the fields, ready to drive the wild boars at any time.

Most of the wild boars come down at dawn and break into the fields to graze on corn, and most of them will flee the fields after sunrise if no one disturbs them. Since the time period of corn harvesting in the valley village coincides with the time when wild boars are active, conflicts are commonplace. From dawn to the rising sun, for three hours, the whistles in the fields continued, and the twelve militia squads were very busy.

Occasionally, the stupid pig who didn't know what to do tried to resist, and in the blink of an eye, he was shot down by the crossbow that rained down, and the militia squad stepped forward and stabbed with a spear to ensure that the wild boar was killed before it was dragged away and sent to the commune canteen to be cooked, adding a soup of stewed meat to the hard-working members.

When the rising sun climbed the crater of Balre, the brilliant light dispelled the morning mist, and the wild boars in the fields were either driven away, or they were lucky enough to eat and drink, and their bellies were round, and they slipped away before they were discovered by the members, and the whistles in the cornfields gradually thinned out, and the tired militiamen could finally breathe.

Nikolai sat in the saddle and looked out over the field, his arm shaking lightly, and his horse slowed down in his crotch as he waited for his companion to follow.

Behind him, there was the sound of horses' hooves, and the laughter of boys and girls came from far and near. Pavra jokes that Peter is a "monkey on horseback", and Peter doesn't show weakness by mocking her for being a "kitten on horseback".

Katie the rabbit, who shared a horse with her master, raised her paw and wiped her face, as if sensing something unusual, suddenly turned her head and glared at the cornfield by the roadside, let out a low roar, and the hair on her neck exploded.

"Katie, what's wrong?" Catwoman druids quickly grabbed the reins and looked back at their animal companions.

Katie meowed, jumped off her horse, and plunged into the cornfield, disappearing in the blink of an eye. While Bafra was wondering, there was a sudden shrill whistle in the field.

Nikolai immediately became alert and turned to the militia captain beside him.

"Jossen, bring your people over and have a look."

"Yes!" Qiao Sen, a carpenter, dismounted, raised his spear and led a group of militiamen to the field where the whistle sounded.

Nikolai dismounted and climbed the dirt slope by the side of the road to look out over the fields. About five hundred yards from the dirt slope where he had stopped, a large patch of corn had fallen and several black shadows could be seen scurrying between the dense plants, sometimes with a shrill howl.

"It looks like a big herd of wild boars, and the whole family is out and about!" Peter also climbed the dirt slope and stood beside Nikolai, looking out over the fields where the wild boars were scurrying.

Nikolai nodded and said softly: "Jossen, they have accumulated a lot of experience in dealing with wild boars these days, and there should be no problem. ”

However, before he could finish speaking, the whistle suddenly sounded again in the place where the militia was fighting with the wild boar, and it was even more rapid and high-pitched than before.

"What's going on? Aren't they already in the past? Peter muttered blankly.

"That's not right! Josson: They're in big trouble! Without thinking, Nikolai jumped down the dirt slope and strode towards the place where the whistle sounded.

"No wonder Katie thinks something is wrong over there, there's a good show to watch now!" Bafura's emerald eyes flashed with excitement and ran past Nikolai's back.

"Hey! What the hell is going on? Peter hurriedly asked.

"It's none of your business! Stay here and don't run around! Pavra dropped a word of advice and rushed into the cornfield without looking back.