The battle plan had been finalized, and the entire legion, including the village of Ustock, was methodically operational, and everything was moving in a good direction, except for the daily system and the increasingly conspicuous losses in the account books, which were about to make Ron want to borrow John's hair.

The next day, after all, the reconstruction of the lumber yard was almost completed, and the first giant tree since the rebuilding of the lumber yard was cut down in the evening.

The soldiers stationed around the lumber yard in charge of guarding all responded that they had the chilling feeling they had at the beginning, but these Stegia warriors were not the original militia, some of them had already experienced the battlefield of life and death, and even the soldiers who did not participate in the war had made great progress with the blessing of the Ron system, so although they felt that there were many ill-intentioned eyes in the forest watching them, they did not feel much fear.

At the same time, the training of the soldiers did not fall behind, and White, who returned to the Legion, participated in the work of stepping up the training of long-range troops after just one day's rest, after all, with the return of this figure, even Ron had to bow down, and could only resign himself to the second place in the Legion's marksman rankings, barely ranking in the top six.

On the third day, the work at the lumber yard made encouraging progress, and the soldiers pushed the boundary between the forest and the flat land nearly five meters deeper into the forest, while the foresters, who had suffered heavy losses again, still chose to lurk and not move.

On the fourth day, there was no trouble.

On the fifth day, there was no trouble.

On the sixth day, there was singing and dancing.

Because today is the traditional day of spring in Sturgia, their Nord ancestors arrived in the New World by boat and settled here, driven by the warm southwesterly winds of spring. Ron also gave the soldiers who had been training intensively a day off, telling them to leave the barracks and go back to the village to do something that should be done in the spring when everything was revived - sow seeds or something, otherwise they would run out of food this year.

Unfortunately, even after all the appearances were done to this extent, the people of the forest were still unmoved, and John, who was ambushed near the lumberyard, was furious—if you have the courage to burn it once, why don't you have the courage to burn it a second time? Burn! Send someone to burn it! Why not burn!

But no matter how angry John was, he could only hold back his thoughts of wanting to rush into the forest and pull out the people one by one to reprimand the fearless rats, after all, the bloody lessons of the Battle of Pendrake are still vivid, and the only result of rashly entering a forest with unfamiliar terrain is to be used as a military ATM.

There was no way, he could only take the lead in cutting down a few more trees in retaliation.

On the seventh day, the weather was clear, the air was crisp, the coolness of the wind was no longer biting but just enough to lift people's spirits, and there was a roar in the flat and wide training camp, as if it could tear the clouds in the sky like sheep grazing leisurely to pieces.

Compared with the embarrassed appearance of being frightened by wild beasts and running away in all directions at the beginning, the current soldiers of the Wild Boar Legion in the North can more or less see the prototype of a strong army, and they can react immediately when the military order is issued, although there are still fly in the ointment, for example, once three or four people fail to keep up, the whole team will be paralyzed by a chain reaction like dominoes collapsing.

However, for this, Ron can't force them more, although the system can improve the personal strength of the soldiers, but if you want to clench their strength into a fist, you still need to polish the bloody battle with real knives and guns, which is definitely not something that can be practiced in the training camp, even if it is forcibly practiced, it is an orange cat with the word "king" painted on its face, and it will scatter as soon as it rushes, and it is in vain.

The team of about 40 people in front of him was divided into two formations, and they continued to practice, until everyone was so tired that they were about to stand unstable and were not allowed to stop and rest, because the more tired they were, the more they needed to lift the last breath in their chests, and they must not let go.

However, even the legionnaires present were sweating profusely, and even some of them could not bear the high pressure accumulated for several days and fainted, and no one dared to complain.

The strict and ruthless military regulations are secondary, and what can really stop the soldiers' mouths is that the legion commander Ron himself is trained together among all of them, and there is no link that he has not joined in, even if there is dissatisfaction in his heart, when he sees Ron suffering as hard as them, he is not so angry, on the contrary, he has the idea of wanting to compare with Ron.

"Carl! Come over to me! After a round of drills, Ron yelled with a cold face, the most bold and free captain on weekdays, as soon as he heard Ron's voice, he became like a rat fleeing in a hurry, and his cautious appearance could be regarded as an eye-opener for all the soldiers.

"Tell me, why is it that since we came back, on the seventh day, your team still can't complete a training session without missing a beat?!"

"Report to the Legion Commander!" Karl quickly straightened up, not daring to slack off in the slightest, "It's all for a reason......

However, Ron didn't have the temperament to listen to him ramble on the reason, but directly interrupted him, "I don't care what your reason is, and I don't want to know what the reason is!" If you don't do it, you don't do it! Or you go to the battlefield and explain to your enemies why you can't form a formation in time?! ”

This was already quite a harsh reprimand, and Carl realized that if he dared to defend himself, he would definitely be beaten again, so he immediately corrected his attitude and seriously reflected on his mistakes.

"Is it useful to just reflect?" Ron scolded, "When you go to war, can you kill your enemy by introspection?" ”

His ears hurt from Ron's loud voice, and Carl could be regarded as having experienced the feelings of the pirates who were scared by Ron's roar on the salt pan and couldn't move, and sighed inwardly, and Carl also understood that Ron was dissatisfied with the uneven training results of the soldiers, and this was to use himself as a warning again.

At the thought of this, Carl's back, which had not healed, ached again.

"Explanation doesn't work, reflection doesn't work, is it useful for you to let people beat me to death in front of thousands of troops on the battlefield?" After a careful remark in his heart, Karl was ready to be punished.

"Someone!"

There was another roar, and two of Ron's own soldiers came over with a wooden stick, and the momentum was so fierce that Karl's scalp was about to explode.

"The slack training of the sergeant is all thanks to the relaxed connivance of the commander!"

"Twenty sticks!"

Mother, kiss! Twenty more sticks! Karl closed his eyes in agony, silently waiting to be punished.

Those two pro-soldiers were the same two people who got along with Carl last time, and at this time, with the experience of the last time, this time they were even more familiar with Carl, and directly pulled off the opponent's shirt.

"The depravity of the officers is the beginning of the beginning of one defeat after another for the Legion! The slackness of the officers is the alarm bell for the demise of the regiment! ”