Liu Zheng looked at the pile of crooked melons and cracked dates in front of him, a little speechless.

The hunchback, the skinny one, and the lame one.

In terms of this quality, not to mention compared with Yu Dayou's recruitment, it is two North Korean soldiers worse than the guards and soldiers.

Liu Zheng understood why Yu Dayou had to recruit troops, the source of soldiers was not good, and training soldiers was purely self-inflicted.

There's no way, just make do with it, it's impossible for him and Yun Feng to get on the two of them, and the pile will also kill him.

The bandits of the Misty Mountains would be coming in a few days, and he was going to use a rougher way of training.

"You, go get a stick, and come here." Liu Zheng pointed to the one that looked the strongest.

The strongest villager took the stick and walked up to Liu Zheng nervously.

Liu Zheng didn't say a word, and suddenly pulled out the boy cut and slashed at the villager's neck.

With his current strength, the villagers had no way to react at all, and before they could lift their hands, the blade was already attached to their necks.

Liu Zheng's control was very exquisite, and the blade did not really touch the neck of the villager.

But the villagers still had the illusion that their necks had been cut, and they sat on the ground in fright.

"Arise, and your mother and your wife are looking at you. Like a man. Liu Zheng noticed the two women with concerned faces.

"Yes, sir." The villagers gritted their teeth and stood up with their hands propped up.

Another stab, this time the villager's hand was raised, but it still didn't stop.

The villagers were frightened to the ground again, but this time they didn't need Liu Zheng to speak, and they got up.

The third, fourth, and fifth knives were still not resisted by the villagers, but at least they were no longer frightened enough to close their eyes.

Liu Zheng asked him to go down and experience it for himself, and then changed people.

After concocting all the villagers who went out to fight, it was already night.

After the training was stopped, the village chief first provided a dinner as best he could, and then gave up his house to them and himself to live in Sherwood's house.

"Village Chief, do you think those two outsiders can help us defeat the robbers of the Misty Mountains?" Sherwood was still a little worried.

"When I was younger, I saw the adults of the Dragon Knights hunt out bandits." The village chief recalled.

"You're saying those two outsiders have the same strength as those adults?" Sherwood was pleasantly surprised.

The Dragoons are the national knights of the Raven Kingdom, the main force to resist the northern misty barbarians, and each member of them is a powerful warrior who has experienced a hundred battles.

"No, that young man named Wallace is probably stronger than the adults of the Dragon Knights." The village chief's tone was unsure of whether it was happy or worried.

The next day, Liu Zheng divided the villagers into five teams, and then each lined up and stood close to each other.

Liu Zheng raised his crude short spear and walked back and forth in the queue, then suddenly stopped and stabbed a villager in the throat.

He deliberately retracted his strength, leaving time for the villagers to react, and sure enough, the villagers were so frightened that they took two steps back.

Liu Zheng kept a calm face and poked the buttocks of a whole row of villagers with the tail of his spear.

His power was extremely skillful and did not hurt his muscles, but the pain increased dramatically.

"Remember, a platoon is a team, one person dodges, and the whole team is punished. That kid over there, you seem to be upset, and you want me to poke you in the ass with a spearhead? Liu Zheng glared, and the villager quickly straightened his back and smiled flatteringly.

No, the strength of this foreigner has been demonstrated yesterday, and none of them can be his opponent.

In the evening, the young men of the village came home with their buttocks covered, ate some food indiscriminately, and lay on the bed and wailed.

Strange cries rang out throughout the village, and a strange atmosphere increased.

On the third day, Liu Zheng asked them to stand face to face in pairs according to the queue, and then gave them wooden sticks and wooden boards to wear on their chests.

Liu Zheng held the wooden stick in one hand, made a stabbing motion, and then came in slow motion three times.

"Just like me, two people take turns poking each other, and start."

Liu Zheng walked through the queue with a stick, found that whoever was too bad at his movements was a stick, and then taught it again.

He didn't have the time or the patience to teach these villagers the changes in the stick technique in the Sword Sutra.

Just teach them a spear stab, and when the time comes, they can hold back the enemy.

In order to conserve physical strength, the training was only done for one morning.

Liu Zheng asked the villagers to take out all the furniture and sundries, and blocked the other entrances in the village, leaving only one entrance and exit.

After everything was prepared, Liu Zheng drove them all home to sleep so that they could recuperate.

In the early morning of the fourth day, Liu Zheng asked the village chief to wake up the villagers to prevent the robbers from attacking at night.

With the villagers in a good group guarding the entrance of the village, Liu Zheng divided a few more people to let Yun Feng take him to patrol the village, so as not to be sneaked in by the enemy.

After guarding for a while, the sound of horses' hooves came faintly from afar.

Without Liu Zheng reminding them, all the villagers became nervous and clenched the wooden spears in their hands.

Liu Zheng said loudly: "Don't panic, you don't need to look or hide when you see the enemy, just stab forward." Stand at the front of each of the teams that have been given weapons and armor. Whoever dares to hide back, I will make him feel ten times the pain, understand? ”

"Got it!" The villagers shouted,

Behind them are their families and possessions, and they do not lack a reason to fight, but simply a person who will give them courage and direction.

It didn't take long for the bandits of the Misty Mountains to come to the entrance of the village.

The patriarch of the "Mountain Boar" tribe, Haskar, was a formidable warrior, and since he defeated the former patriarch in his place, he had led the tribe in no less than forty raids.

The "boar" tribe is a small tribe, so he is careful every time he robs, and will never touch those difficult bones.

Just like this attack on the village of Fesdena, he also made up his mind after learning through an intelligence merchant that the viscount would not send troops to relieve the siege.

Surviving between the Great Tribe and the Raven Empire gave him the instinct to perceive danger.

And now, he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

He waved his hand to stop the group, and the shaman next to him asked, "What happened?" Chieftains. ”

He squinted at the entrance of the village: "I feel that something is wrong. ”

The Misty Mountains produce a berry called "dwarf berry", which is rich in vitamin A, so the people of the Misty Mountains have good night vision.

The shaman also looked at the entrance of the village: "There seems to be an ambush at the entrance of the village, do you want to send a few warriors to reconnoitre." ”

Huskar nodded and sent a few men to scout.

Soon, the scouts returned, reporting that the other openings were blocked.

"Do you want to wait?" The shaman asked.

Huska shook his head, this year's autumn was colder than ever, and it was foreseeable that the winter would also be colder, and the tribe did not have enough food and clothing, so it was necessary to prepare in advance.

He didn't think that these villagers would be able to defeat the warriors of the Misty Mountains in a night battle, and if it dragged on, the viscount might change his mind.

"The god Vijovius is with us!" Huskar roared, the enemy was ready, and there was no point in whispering.

"The god Vijovius is with us!" The robbers responded loudly and rushed to the entrance of the village with Huskar.