In his previous life, Luo Ming once felt that civil engineering was a strong skill belonging to the Celestial Empire's army, and it could even be called a racial talent.

But after coming into this world and actually training an army, he knew that his conjecture was wrong.

This is not so much a talent unique to the people of the Celestial Empire, but rather a talent that belongs to any farming nation. It's just that the army of the Celestial Empire has always retained this tradition.

This is especially true when most of the soldiers are peasants.

Farmers work with the land every day, ploughing, ploughing, and dredging canals...... It's a daily job that I have to do every month of the year.

And when they are not working, they often use poor craftsmanship to make some rough wooden objects, such as benches or fences.

For Luo Ming, this is a rare and valuable quality.

After a period of relatively scientific training, his soldiers were absolutely outstanding in civil engineering.

This has also allowed many tactics that would have existed only as an idea to be realized.

For example, now, Luo Ming led his troops to the route to be intercepted three hours in advance, precisely to carry out a big project here.

What can you do in just three hours?

Sometimes it takes more than two hours for students to clean up.

But for this group of soldiers, who were originally peasants, it was enough for them to dig a trench around their barracks that was one and a half meters wide and deep.

The excavated earth was piled up behind the trench and became a wall of earth that reached the height of a normal person's chest.

The height of the earthen wall and the depth of the trench add up to about three meters, a desperate height for a human soldier, and even monsters who are adept at climbing with their claws will find it difficult to climb up immediately.

In addition, some of the militia took axes and went to the woods beside them to cut down a lot of thick branches and the trunks of a few small trees, and fixed them with nails prepared in advance, so as to make simple horses and deer.

These obstacles were piled up outside, and their density was just right, and it would take a lot of time to find a way around it, jump over it, or simply destroy them, even if Luo Ming himself wanted to get past this pile of obstacles, it would take two more seconds.

Eventually, a huge balloon was finally filled with heat, staggered off the ground and raised, and eventually, was held twenty meters above the ground by four ropes.

The four soldiers threw away all unnecessary burdens to reduce weight, and then climbed up the gondola of the hot air balloon via a rope ladder.

The four of them were Luo Ming's subordinates with the best eyesight, and the four of them were responsible for condescending and looking out in four directions.

In this way, Luo Ming does not need to climb up and down by himself.

And it's much easier for four people to share one side than to take care of the overall situation by one person.

Soon, a cry came from overhead, and a soldier directly wrapped a small roll of linen cloth around a rope and fell it.

They are not highly educated, and even a year ago they were standard illiterate.

But Luo Ming spent some time teaching many soldiers some basic knowledge in the winter when the snow was too deep to train.

For example, the most basic numbers are written, as well as the words commonly used in armies, such as south, east, west, north, west, left and right, spear, monster, and cavalry.

Although their handwriting is crooked, they are also able to understand.

"South-east, within a kilometer, five hundred meters away. Forty monsters, more than twenty people, hundreds of ...... Livestock?"

The soldier had apparently forgotten how to write the word livestock, so he sketched a cow's head and a sheep's head in a stick stroke.

Luo Ming laughed dumbly, but also did not forget to give orders and arrange work.

Although this is just an appetizer and not enough to pose a threat to his troops, it can be regarded as a warm-up before today's tough battle, and it doesn't hurt to be a little serious.

Waiting for the group of enemies to get closer, Luo Ming sent out 500 militiamen to dig a trench a little deeper.

Anyway, in the current observation of the hot air balloon, there is no threat or ambush in the vicinity except for that small group of enemies.

Well, of course, the fortification thing needs to be repaired!

Luo Ming selected two squadrons from the regular army, and three squadrons of militia, and gathered a whole brigade of more than 400 people, let Granty lead it, directly back to this fortification, and outside the fortifications to meet the small group of enemy troops who came to meet the approaching enemy.

To put it mildly, the regular army of the two squadrons, as well as Grant himself, belonged to the nanny and the press.

Luo Ming just wanted to let the militia of those three squadrons see blood in advance and gain some combat experience.

Anyway, such a big numerical advantage is here, and it is impossible to lose.

When it came time to fight, it was quite uneventful.

The regular troops of one of the squadrons rushed slightly as spearheads, and then the militia on both flanks completely crushed the weak forces of the opposing side.

Not even a single cannon was fired. There was only one hapless militia dead here, and there was one serious wounded and three minor wounded left, and the loss rate was really negligible.

The only thing worth mentioning is that there is a mage and a warrior mixed in the monster horde.

However, both of them deserved the word "weak chicken" in front of Granty, and before the mage could cooperate, the warrior was beheaded by Granty's sword, and the mage himself was knocked unconscious by Granty's kick and brought back as a prisoner.

After all, no matter how weak the chicken is, no matter how bad the deeds of following the cultists, this guy is also a mage - only one or two out of a thousand people may have mage qualifications, and in fact, even fewer mages can grow up.

If you have the chance, you can recruit him. Even if this guy would rather die than surrender, Luo Ming can resort to the last resort - sell him to professional big slave traders, who will definitely welcome a mage slave, and professionals like them also have a way to deal with a weak chicken mage.

Next, Luo Ming asked the soldiers to quickly and urgently clean up and clean up the battlefield.

There were thirty-seven monsters killed.

If it weren't for Luo Ming's deliberate release of a few monsters to escape, let them go back to serve as a messenger...... I'm afraid there will be more than forty corpses here.

And those twenty or so people are the population captured by the cultists after breaking through a small village with monsters - the remaining more than twenty people have already entered the belly of the monster.

When they saw Luo Ming, they quickly knelt down, some cried, and some thanked them...... But a few people immediately gritted their teeth and pointed at the two herders.

"Wise and merciful lord, please punish these two wicked people!"

Although Luo Ming didn't say anything on his face, he was already curious in his heart.

What made this group of little people who would tremble when they saw the noble lord actually gritted their teeth, and did not hesitate to risk angering the noble lord, but also punished these two people?

In other words, what kind of bad things did they do?