"My gods, these Stegians are definitely born warriors, I bet with you!"

Karl, who fled in disgrace, naturally came to Ron's side, patting his chest to assure that these Stirgias were the best quality recruits he had ever seen in his life, and it was true that the recruits of the empire were hard-working and abided by military rules and discipline, but they were indeed inferior in terms of physical fitness.

Ron handed Carl, who had been struggling all morning, a jug full of ale, who took it unceremoniously, raised his head and drank it all, the heat quickly evaporated into his body with the alcohol, Carl wiped the corners of his mouth, "Sir, what are your plans for next." ”

Recruits can be easily trained, trained in strength, physical fitness, and finally their spears, and a batch of fresh cannon fodder can be baked in about a week.

But such recruits are undoubtedly scum with a combat strength of no more than 5, and in the current situation they do not have the capital to waste the lives of soldiers at will. But the problem is that they must see blood in order to train their courage, so that they can understand that in the critical moment of life and death, the most important thing they should do is to maintain a formation with their companions and hold their spears tightly, instead of turning around and running away in fear of the enemy.

That's what most people need to do to survive.

Carl knew that Ron knew this better than he did, so he wanted to know if Ron had any plans to quickly improve the combat quality of the recruits before the enemy soldiers overwhelmed him.

"Yes." Ron said it, but the words were as golden.

This is also a matter of no choice, after all, if you tell Carl bluntly that as long as you let this group of recruits stay with you for one night, they will automatically become high-quality cannon fodder with certain combat skills the next day, which is estimated to make the other party wonder if he has done something terrible to them.

"Okay, you're the boss, just forget it." Karl shook his head, "But there is another problem, that is, our warriors need weapons, and the village blacksmith said that he can make a batch of spear heads as soon as possible, but he really can't do anything about the barrel of the gun. ”

Ron's face immediately sank, this was a big problem at the moment, the barrel of the gun was no better than the tip of the gun, the latter was relatively simple to make, and the former had to take time to polish. Because the gun barrel is not enough as long as it is hard and thick enough, on the contrary, the gun barrel needs to be properly flexible, which can rely on bending to slow down the impact and not break as soon as it is used.

A good gun barrel even needs to be maintained for a year before it can be put into service.

"Time doesn't allow, use quantity to make up for quality, I'll figure out the gun thing, you and Arthur John will be in charge of training."

The recruits don't need much experience to upgrade, Ron made a rough calculation, with the training help of Carl and others, about tomorrow this group of recruits will be able to upgrade from the "Stergia Recruits" of the basic unit of Stegia summarized by the system to the second-level unit "Stergia Warriors" or Stergia Forest Rangers.

The former were excellent melee line infantry, while the latter were decent archers, and the Stegian archers, at least personally, had never caused them much trouble.

And because of the all-round learning of the imperial culture, Sturgia's resistance infantry also likes to hold large shields to face the enemy's arrow rain, if Ron and his hoplites do not disrupt their marching formation, then the Stegia infantry that rushed to the front of the Imperial Legion safe and sound will definitely bring terrifying damage to their own infantry.

That being said, of course, the Stegians had never rushed in front of them with all their beards and tails, and the Praetorian Guards under the Archons had sharp eyes and shot at the gaps between their shields. Moreover, the Senate, which was hurt by foreign enemies, was not a fool, and began military reform one after another, learning from the Kusettes in the East in terms of riding archers.

As long as this group of masters does not directly intervene in the war, then the Imperial Legion will basically not have any major problems.

But the big problem is that these masters just like to meddle in the war.

Thinking of this, being idle anyway, Ron and Carl scolded the archons together.

He watched with Carl as Arthur John taught the recruits how to use their spears, and the hungry people waited for the time to eat, but the annoying Carl appeared at this time, and he demanded that the recruits must walk to the longhouse in an array, and if anyone went wrong, the people in that column would have to sit for lunch in half.

"It's my turn this time." John laughed as he followed Ron as he was tasked with "risking punishment" to sneak food over to hungry recruits.

"Yours are there! Dogs are more human than you! Ron gave a thumbs up to a few of them.

However, the Sturgia recruits were holding their breath in their hearts, and their resentment against Karl was too big for them to make a few people find out too much of a mistake, and even if there were, it was something that would be corrected in the next training.

At mealtime, the women served Ron a bowl full of broth, and the stewed soft beef was piled to the brim, and the appetizing fat floated on top of the soup, and the whole room was filled with a sweet and greasy aroma.

"Thank you for saving my daughter, sir." The woman smiled gently, then turned her head and asked her girl to hand the hero who saved the village the food they had kept for a long time.

A crockpot with a strong ominous aura was placed in front of Ron, and the slightest twitch of his nose almost made his head twitch at the thrill of reaching the sky.

"What is this? Sir, did you bring the dead rats all the way here?! ”

Carl's assessment was a good reflection of Ron's state of mind, but the situation forced him to put on a smile and take out a pickled fish from the crockpot that was dripping with fragrant mucus, which had long been unrecognizable and could not be called a fish.

Follow the local customs, follow the local customs.

With these words in his heart, Ron swallowed the pickled fish without changing his face, and the whole action did not drag the mud and water in the slightest, for fear that the refreshing aroma would catch up with his palate.

"It's very fresh, it's very tasty."

Ron smiled and sent the mother and daughter away, thanking them for bringing him the most traditional canned herring in the most authentic old Stedian way.

After eating like this for a while, Ron suddenly raised his head and glanced around the longhouse, and he noticed that there were a few people who were missing from the scene.

However, he did not show anything wrong, chewed the air-dried beef cleanly, and after eating it a little, he ordered the 70 people who had been eliminated by Karl and the others and could only serve as auxiliaries to prepare to leave the village.

Their destination was the tall and dense woods on the far west side of the village, where Ron could see the snow on top of the trees, a sign of how many years these tall trees had grown on the land.

If it is used to make warships, then the ships made of keels made of woods in this woods are definitely an invincible arma that can cross the seas in this era before muskets and artillery appear, and the solid wood can greatly improve the survival rate of the crew even in the face of the uncertain sea, not to mention the ballista ships of other countries, which are simply scratching.

However, to build the so-called Invincible Armada, now that manpower and material resources are stretched, Ron simply stops at the point of thinking.

The next thing they had to do was to waste a lot of this fine wood. The soldiers needed to arm themselves with spears, which in turn needed sturdy and reliable barrels, and a lot of timber was needed to build fortifications around the village, and at the very least, enough horses to restrain the nobles' cavalry and force them to dismount and fight on foot.

No matter how much they feel like a pity, no matter how wasteful they are, they have to be cut, otherwise they will have to be cut down by the Sturgian nobles.

The well-fed people carried axes and drove the carriage to prepare to leave the village, but before the mighty procession could go out of the ordinary people, the long snake formation was stopped and cut off by the uninvited guests.

"You can't go there! Can't go! ”

The old men, whose lives had already been broken in the wind, gathered together, shouting hoarsely, and the old man, who still had the strength to do so, directly grabbed the juniors who were related to him, wanting to stop the team from moving forward.

Their behaviour was so effective that young people were constantly being dragged out of the ranks, and the speed of the entire logging team was artificially slowed down.

Hearing the commotion coming from the back of the group, Ron quickly turned his horse back to the center of the commotion, and of course, he should not be expected to have a good face when this happened.

When he turned over and dismounted and stood in front of the group of old people who were in the way, Ron completely gritted his teeth so that his emotions did not get out of control.

"We're going to cut down wood to build the village fortifications, and I'm curious why you're holding back."

The old men were silent, treating Ron like air, even though he had a sturdy physique that could not be ignored, the old men continued to pull the descendants of the family passing by as they could.

The pace of the procession was getting slower and slower, and the front team, which had already left the village, found that the rear was badly disjointed, and they all returned one after another to find out what was happening.

The current situation is quite troublesome, these old people with high status in the village are the ones who decisively opposed Ron's ascension to the throne when electing a new leader, Ron is grateful for his help to the village, he is willing to stay and help surround the village, they are even more grateful, but if they want Ron to become the leader to lead them, then they will not allow it first.

Even now the danger lurks.

Violating the customs of the Sturgians has always been a trivial matter, and the most critical issue is profit.

The change of power naturally brought about a change in the rentier class, and Ron was not related to them, and they did not believe that Ron would defend their interests like the old man.

Ron knew what they were thinking, because that's how his own family had fallen.

But it was one thing to know, it was another to act, and he would not allow his prestige to be challenged at such a time, otherwise how could he make the soldiers forbid?

Unable to do anything to these transcendent old men, Ron can still command those young people, Carl is already as terrible as the devil in their eyes, and he can manage Carl obediently, and in the eyes of young people, he is more devilish than the devil.

"If you still think of yof as men, as soldiers, as warriors who want to protect your wives and children, your land!"

"Then you're going to get me back in line! If not, military law is engaged! ”

"Stop, all of you!"

In the center of the old man's pile, the leader of the group, who had lost power a few hours ago, stepped forward, and although his figure was still rickety, the power accumulated over the years still stopped the young man who had returned to the queue.