After sending off the villagers who had made shocking remarks, Ron and the few surviving soldiers looked at each other, never dreaming that Sturgia's internal problems had accumulated to such a serious level.

So severe that it only takes a slight kick to knock the house down.

However, in comparison, Stegia, who had already accumulated so many internal shortcomings, actually defeated the Imperial Legion.

All of a sudden, the shouting and scolding in the mouths of the five people continued, and the commander who was timid before the battle really should have been raised by a fire.

"Are the people in the Senate a bunch of worms?!"

This is the only thought of this group of grassroots soldiers of the Northern Empire now.

scolded the weak and incompetent insects, but the fatal situation in front of them would not change in any way, so everyone quickly put their energy into reality.

White, the only scout rider in the team, was let out by Ron, whose abilities had been fully recognized by everyone in battle after battle, and Ron ordered him to keep an eye out for the movements of the Stegian soldiers who could arrive at any time, and at the same time map the nearby terrain.

Of course, with the per capita education level of prenatal education in this era, Ron did not expect White to draw a map that could clearly mark all the contour lines, as long as he could clearly mark a few traffic arteries and dangerous terrain, he would be satisfied.

"Guaranteed mission, sir!" White was nervous and excited to be given a heavy responsibility by Ron, he had always been ashamed of the weakness he had left on Ron in prison, and now he had finally waited for a chance to wash away the shame, and he must impress everyone.

After White packed up his equipment and rode away, Ron sent another mission to Carl, John, and Arthur.

At present, they have no idea how many troops the Sturgian nobles can mobilize, but given that Sadie single-handedly entered the city and cut the children of the local nobles into shame, and then left unharmed and dashing, this mobilization must not be too small.

In the worst-case scenario, they would have to pull out all the people in the village who were ready to fight and train intensively.

And at the moment, Ron has the responsibility of coordinating the overall situation, and the training can only be left to the remaining three people to watch, but Ron is not worried about their ability at all, or the same sentence, all the way to the present, the people who can survive until now are definitely the human spirits of the human spirits, if there is no defeat that changes their fate this time, it will not be difficult for these three people to become centurions of the legion in the future or go further.

It's easier for them to train new recruits.

With the brutal physique and ferocious personality of the Sturgians, combined with the way the Empire was organized far ahead of other nations, Ron was eager to see what kind of monster army Karl would hand over.

"However, the most troublesome thing at the moment is food."

After seeing everyone leave the room, Ron once again fell into a state of worry, he didn't know the price of firewood and rice, when he was in the army before, the food was distributed by logistics, although the food actually sent to them was more or less at the limit of the concept of "edible", but at least it was absolutely full.

And now...... Ron didn't dare pack a ticket and say he could keep these people full.

Now that it is about to enter the depths of winter, everything is slaughtered, whether it is vegetation or wild beasts, it has long since withered or fallen silent, and they can only accumulate energy for the next spring, so they can only eat the food they have saved before.

If the situation is based on the past, the people in the village will not starve to death if they save money and eat, and they will be able to survive until the harvest time of the next autumn.

But now it is obviously impossible, firstly that the sea is now frozen and it is no longer advisable to supplement their food by fishing, and secondly, they are about to begin military training, and those who participate in military training cannot distribute food to the extent that they do not starve to death.

One of the most basic factors in maintaining combat effectiveness is to feed the soldiers.

"What a headache!" Pinching the bridge of his nose, Ron closed his eyes and began to recuperate.

The original owner of this body went crazy and wanted to exchange his fief for military exploits, but when Ron himself really accepted the management of a fief that was nominally his own, it was such a terrible situation.

[You have arrived in your fiefdom of Ustock, where the economy is moderate, the people and cattle seem to be healthy and strong, and the villagers are busy preparing for war and farm work]

See, even the system evaluates the supplies of this village as bad.

Fortunately, thanks to the generosity of the dead bandits, Ron and the others harvested a small amount of food, which was more than enough to deal with the current problem of feeding the recruits.

Presumably, the spirits of this group of robbers in heaven will surely leave tears of relief when they see that the food they left behind can still benefit the people.

Ron focused his gaze on the rest of the system panel, and the system was quite intimate in marking out all the important information about the village of Ustok. The reason why Ron had to go through the village books not long ago was to make sure that the previous manager had falsified the accounts so that he could enrich himself.

According to the current data of the system, the head seems to be doing a good job in comparison, and the error between the account book and the data displayed by the system is quite small, and there are only slight discrepancies.

Ron didn't look at the rest, his attention quickly focused on the all-important numbers.

[Population: 500 people]

[Prosperity: 437]

The village has a population of 500, which is a decent number compared to other places, but more important than the number of people is the quality of the population.

According to Ron's observations in the village these days, among the total population of 500 people, the old and weak women and children far exceeded two-thirds, and only about 100 young and middle-aged people could provide combat strength and labor.

And among the more than 100 people, according to the uneven physical conditions in all aspects, it is estimated that those who can really become soldiers will have to make a discount on this basis, and most of them can only play the role of auxiliaries, just like the recruit militia in the Imperial Legion, all the dirty work is handed over to them, and when they really fight, they have to act as cannon fodder to bear the greatest casualties.

A cursory glance at the village's population data gave Ron a new feeling in his heart. No matter how sad the young man had been at the oppression of the nobles, Ron had never seen such a scene in person, and it was really hard to empathize with them.

But the data does not deceive people, the cold numbers look simple, but many times they can bring people a kind of pain that they can't breathe, just like a short sentence in the history book "The year is hungry, cannibalism", read and read it, basically will not have any impression, but it is a real starvation for thousands of miles, and there are dead bones on the road.

In a village of 500 people, more than four-fifths of the population is elderly, weak, women and children, which is an extremely unreasonable population distribution.

So, where are these men who are supposed to be young and middle-aged in the village?

The answer has already been given.

Haned.

Haned.

Still hanged.

With the command level of the group of masters in the Senate of the Northern Empire, do you still expect them to lead the Imperial Legion to kill the heads of the Stemgians? Maintaining the battle line and not being pushed back is the result of the desperate efforts of the imperial soldiers.

So, it's no wonder that the native-born Stemians would say that they would rather hack the nobles to death first.

Ron sat in the room again, consuming a dozen exuberant hairs on his head and coming up with a few more ways to deal with the current crisis.

However, when these countermeasures are to be concretely implemented, it will have to be put to a later date.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye it was noon, hunger drove Ron out of the house, smoke rose from the longhouse in the middle of the village, and the women took out the dried beef, chopped it, and cooked it with the beetroot in a large pot.

It is unknown if it is a tradition of piracy and raiding inherited from Nord's ancestors, but the Stirgias do not eat in small households, but usually gather in a ship-like house in front of Ron's eyes, where food is distributed by people of prestige.

It's inexplicably a little god-like to the way of life that he is most familiar with, but Ron also knows very well that that life has completely gone away from him, and all he can do now is to look forward.

A woman walked briskly past Ron with ingredients in her arms, and Ron realized that his eyes were somewhat impolite when he looked around, and then it dawned on him that perhaps it was this strange look that revealed their identities.

"You'll have to pay attention in the future." Ron admonished himself.

The aroma of food fills the air, but it's still some time before the meal starts, so Ron heads to a wide clearing outside the village, where Carl and his fellow soldiers train.

Before he could get close to the training ground, Ron heard the men's roars from a distance, but their voices sounded too low at the moment, which showed that Carl was really ruthless when he trained the militia.

"Look at you guys! Like a man? If you think you can't hold on, let me know sooner! Bastards! ”

Cal pinched the branches he had picked up at random, and walked past the rows of Stedia men holding logs, and if he found anyone trying to be lazy, the branches in his hands would fall on them like a whip.

As a fierce man who was once qualified to compete with Ron for the position of officer, Carl knows too well how recruits like to fish, not to mention that he himself has been fighting all the way up from the recruits, and he definitely eats a lot of whips.

"Oh my God, I saw someone's arm shaking! Are you playing with the girls in the city? ”

Carl stopped in front of a recruit whose face was already red, and his veins were about to burst under his skin, and deliberately shouted loudly.

"No, sir! I was just bitten by a wolf not long ago, and the wound hasn't healed yet! ”

"Oh! Sounds pathetic! Look at this guy! Karl laughed out loud and leaned in front of the recruit with a wink, "Maybe when the noble lords come, you can also tell him, 'I was really bitten by a wolf, please let me go!'" Let's see if they'll hang you! ”

"Alright, that's enough! Carl, they're just recruits, there's no need to be so demanding. Arthur noticed the movement in hindsight, sent Carl, who was still trying to be weird, away, and then thoughtfully helped the old wounded recruits to rest.

Ron watched all this silently, and said in his heart that these old slippery heads were really playing tricks on the unworldly recruits.

The way to make a group quickly cohesive is to create an enemy for them out of thin air, and Carl, who is naturally a little in arrears, is naturally the best choice for this "enemy", he first inspires the common resistance of the recruits, and then puts Arthur, who seems to be Mr. Good, on the side of the recruits.

It won't be long before they are inseparable from each other.

At least in the Imperial Legion, this method has been tried and tested repeatedly.

Sure enough, the soldier who had been helped down by Arthur, after being comforted by Arthur's kind words for a while, resolutely returned to the queue with a limp and continued to take the wood, and his companions cheered for him.

And Carl, who has always looked down on the recruits, can only walk away "grayly" as if defeated.

You see, doesn't the sense of collective honor come all at once?