White and his men had only returned in early April, returning to the village of Ustock later than Ron had expected, but again, they had a very fruitful trip.

A dozen men led a dozen horses that were not suitable for riding and fighting, and behind these animals were a large number of weapons and equipment, and they were all Steggia-style equipment created by special craftsmen, not ordinary goods looted by robbers and bandits everywhere.

A rough count shows that there are more than a hundred people.

Naturally, this could not have been the result of the White's upright battle, but it was purely their good luck that they had dug out hundreds of frozen corpses from the melted avalanche and pulled them out of them.

Seeing this full of serious armor, the legionnaires who took the equipment from the dead people could not help but feel frightened, but fortunately, the avalanche came at the right time and skillfully, just enough to swallow all the Stegian soldiers who had nowhere to escape.

Otherwise, with the military strength that the Northern Boar Legion had not yet trained at that time, and the unfinished defense facilities in the village of Ustok, it was really hard to say what fate would end in the face of such a group of regular Stagian troops.

Of course, their dead bodies still had to be disposed of, and even if the legionnaires were not willing to dig a pit for the men who used to ride on their heads, they had to do so, or they would bring a terrible plague when the spring was fully warm.

"On this trip, in addition to the few small villages we visited before, we went to some other villages, and without exception, the situation was not very good."

White sat down in Arthur's place that night, and the same was the water glass in his hand, but White's face was full of gloom at this time, and he obviously didn't have the time to pay attention to these details, "According to your request from the Legion Commander, we will try to get in touch with those villages......"

Speaking of this, White sighed and shook his head.

"You were kicked out as robbers?"

In these years, there were wars everywhere, and in places that were not directly affected by the war, there were more food and money to be levied, and there were not too many people who were overwhelmed and abandoned their land and fled to become robbers.

And these people in White, at best, they dare to fight the elite, to put it bluntly, they are full of fierce faces, and the eyes they pick out are full of murderous energy, and it is strange that they can not be vigilant.

"It would be nice to be kicked out as a robber." White smiled wryly, "The problem is that there is no one!" The soldiers remembered that there was no one in the village that could barely eat their stomachs! God knows what happened. ”

If there was no exaggeration in what White said, then it would be really weird, and Ron couldn't think of a reason for a while, so he had to let it go for the time being.

It seems that the attempt to connect the large and small villages in the vicinity has unfortunately failed in the first step.

But Ron is not discouraged, there will always be a chance in the future.

After all, the village does not have long legs and cannot run, as long as the villagers still want to live, they will definitely come back to farm in this precious spring ploughing season.

The rewards given to the legionnaires who returned from the mission caused the new soldiers in the logging village to be amazed, and the doubts in their hearts inevitably disappeared a lot.

And the recruits' various performances that have never seen the world fell into the eyes of a group of old fritter soldiers, although they were not ridiculed, but the sense of superiority above them was spontaneous.

This kind of fart can also be called meritorious service? This kind of fart feats can also attract you so much admiration and envy?

Lao Tzu, I fought with hundreds of people who drove you as pigs, dogs, cows and sheep, and chopped off I don't know how many people I don't know, and I don't know how many scars have been left on my body that have not healed so far.

That's the real credit!

So, in order to prevent the recruits from seeing such a meager exploit, the old soldiers of each family could not walk, and then they lifted their clothes one after another, and showed off the scars on their bodies.

For a time, it became a wonder of the village of Ustok.

Time flickered, and two or three days passed, many complicated things were pressed, and the recruits gradually became accustomed to the high-intensity training and labor life, and when the Northern Boar Legion slowly got on the right track, Ron finally began to form the legion's own shock cavalry unit.

Of course, in the current predicament, it is only a matter of starting to form.

The only horses they currently have are the few that Ron and the others brought with them when they escaped from Fort Ustok, and although there are some horses in the village of Ustok, they are pack horses and horses, and the slightly stronger ones are also prioritized for the scout troops.

But people can't wait for horses, just like they can't build an atomic bomb without a mainframe computer? Now there is no good enough war horse, so learn theoretical knowledge first, master the theoretical knowledge well, and when you implement it yourself, you can have a spectrum in your heart.

Twenty of his guards were selected to look clever and strong, and Ron explained them how to tame the horses so that they would identify with him, and how to take care of them so that they would not be strained from time to time.

Once he had roughly sorted out all the relevant knowledge in his head, Ron began to ask questions to the twenty soldiers.

Wheat beetle

Ask, do you want to feed the war horses at night?

A: I don't know.

Q, what should I do if my horse is frightened?

A, I forgot.

Q, how to match concentrate and roughage.

A: I remember the last question you asked, but I forgot about it now.

All kinds of performances made Ron's teeth itch in anger, and he really wanted to pick up the whip and open their heads to see what was inside.

But this is also a helpless thing, Ron knows that he can't think they are stupid just because they can't remember things, just like most people think that the black corn is born with mental retardation, but if he does go to Africa, he may be deceived by their rhetoric.

Because, thinking about memory, in the final analysis, is actually a professional skill, but modern people have turned this skill into a passive skill after a long period of hard training.

And the group of legionnaires in front of Ron, who not so long ago were just livestock and tools in the hands of the boyers, would they have the leisure to teach them what thinking is and what is memory? Keeping your life to work is already a great kindness.

But this kind of thing is the brain, if you don't use it for a long time, it will rust, even if it's Ron himself, after graduating from college for so many years, you ask him to do a paragraph of analytic geometry now, and he will be confused after writing down the word "solution".

The so-called ignorance, the so-called numbness, really can't be blamed on the legionnaires.

That's just the way it goes.

Gritting his teeth, Ron struggled to put away his reprimand, but smiled at the annoyed and frightened soldiers, "Forget it, that's all for the theoretical things, you still have to get started in person to make you remember clearly." ”

Anyway, Ron brought in the horse he had stolen from Fort Ustoke, a very tall but wild horse, presumably left by the defenders to be kept for breeding.

But now it doesn't.

Ron named it "Loud Nose" because the big guy was sneezing so loudly that it had disturbed the whole village when he was in heat some time ago.

But now it doesn't.

Nose was meekly dragged over, and Ron patted its stout buttocks, "It's actually quite a dangerous move, although the horses' eyes can see on both sides, their eyesight is not good, if you approach from behind, they only know that there is a living creature approaching and do not know that it is the owner." ”

"So the right thing to do is to yell twice before approaching it."

It was another long explanation, but this time the soldier must have made great strides after coming into contact with a serious war horse like Loud Nose.

How to approach, how to ride and shoot, how to chase and fight, and how to impact and pursue, asked one by one, although the answer was still unsatisfactory, but after all, there was something to say.

Of course, this is also thanks to the excellent quality of the sound nose itself, or the training of its previous owner, this big guy has obviously undergone qualified desensitization treatment, and does not react too much to strange crowds and noisy noises, only showing a slight discomfort.

This kind of war horse with an excellent foundation is the empire that wants to get it into its hands and breed the next generation as if it is crazy, but the Stegias protect this aspect very well, and do not scatter around like the craftsmen who have mastered cutting-edge technology in the empire.

Of course, Ron was heartbroken to castrate this excellent breeding war horse, but the situation forced him to do so, if he really waited until the eve of the war when this thing smelled of the mare and ran away, Ron who was sitting on it wanted to cry without tears.

After the explanation, seeing that Loud Nose was really not too afraid of the living, Ron asked one of the most advanced soldiers to try to control Sound Nose, looking at the other party's hurried appearance, Ron suddenly had a feeling of fear like a driving school master.

The result was naturally not too wonderful, and I don't know where this soldier didn't greet him, and he was accidentally thrown down, fortunately not his head hit the ground first, but he just fell out with some bruises.

"Legion Commander!"

While there was a lot of confusion here, White who had left went and returned, followed by two soldiers, who approached all the way with a man who had been tied up with flowers, "We caught a Stitchiapoye's tongue!" ”

"Not the tongue! Not the tongue! You are mistaken! We're friends! Friend! ”

The man who was being held was so anxious that he was about to cry.