"Whew-"

The dull sound of a horn pierced the silent night.

also alarmed Samwell, who had not fallen asleep.

He jerked up from the ground and shouted:

"Line up! Lined up! ”

After a brief moment of panic, the recruits quickly lined up around Samwell.

Discipline and order have been at the heart of Samwell's training of recruits for more than four months.

After constant emphasis and repetition, it finally melted into the blood of the recruits and became a muscle memory thing.

In the hazy moonlight, Samwell could already see dark shadows in the passages in and out of the valley.

The savage took the bait.

After hearing the sound of the trumpet, the savages knew that they had been discovered, and they simply did not hide their intentions, and let out strange howls:

"Whoa—"

For a moment, the howl resounded through the valley, waking up countless sleeping beasts and birds.

It also shocked everyone in the camp -

There are too many savages!

Under the cover of the night, they couldn't see how many people there were, but listening to this voice, this momentum, I am afraid there must be thousands!

Can such a huge disparity in numbers be maintained?

Samwell stood on the small mound at the mouth of the valley, looking at the dense black shadows in front of him, and rushed towards him like crazy, but his heart was unusually calm.

Calm enough to surprise him.

There is calm in every major event.

This is a state of mind that he could not have attained in his previous life.

But I didn't expect that after crossing, I inexplicably mastered it.

He had hesitated before he decided to kill Carter last time, and even after the killing, he felt afraid, panicked, and even disgusted.

But when he faced Carter, who was hanging upside down in front of him, he was extremely calm, and even if Todd Fohua roared and rushed towards him, he could not hesitate to kill Liwei.

It's the same this time.

Before the war, he had also been unable to sleep, worried that Todd would really betray him, worried that he had miscalculated the number of savages, worried that his four months of military training was just a joke, and worried that he would die tragically on a small nameless mound before he could participate in this game of thrones......

But when the wild man who was really facing the black pressure rushed towards him, Samwell suddenly became distracted.

At this time, he had lost all hesitation, worry, and fear, and there was only one thought left in his mind - to fight to the death!

"Put!"

With Samwell's order, the soldiers pushed the rolling stones and logs that had been prepared down the mound.

Boom - Boom –

Driven by gravity and inertia, rolling stones and logs tumbled down the slope and smashed into the ranks of savages who had just rushed into the valley mouth.

In an instant, flesh and blood flew and screams continued.

This wave of preemptive voices dealt a severe blow to the arrogance of the savages, and also relieved the recruits who were nervous for the first time.

"Stand on the shield!" Samwell's voice rang out again.

The soldiers in the front row reflexively stood their huge wooden shields in front of them, and looked at the rushing savages with apprehensive eyes.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, the hideous face of the savage can already be clearly seen.

Although there was inevitable fear in their hearts, they did not move.

Because the companion is behind him, and the lord is behind him.

For more than four months, Samwell did not teach them complex combat techniques, but only made them constantly repeat the simplest and most basic combat movements, the only requirement was that they must be neat, they must be unified, and they must obey orders!

Countless boring repetitions have made these soldiers have formed muscle memory, no matter how nervous and scared they are, but after hearing the password, they will subconsciously complete the tactical action.

If they are fighting alone, these recruits all have fatal flaws, stiff movements, lack of flexibility, and rigid and monotonous...... But if they line up in an array, they will become terrifying killing machines!

I'm afraid even Samwell himself may not know what such a prohibitive, orderly army means for the war of the Cold Weapon Age.

And tonight, this embryonic army will show its bloody fangs for the first time in the depths of the Crimson Mountains.

Bang bang bang!

Many of the recruits in the front row closed their eyes and stomped their feet on the ground, struggling to withstand the first round of the savage's onslaught.

Fortunately, the wooden shield was not broken.

This is not unexpected.

Although the protective ability of the wooden shield is not strong, you must know that the savage weapons on the opposite side are even worse.

Living in the Crimson Mountains, they have no mastery of advanced smelting skills at all, and there are very few iron weapons, most of which are primitive weapons such as stone hammers, wooden spears, and animal teeth.

In addition, they are attacking from the bottom up, and the lethality is greatly reduced.

Samwell looked at all this with a cold gaze, and gave the second order:

"Bayonet!"

Whew!

The spearman hiding behind the shield soldier immediately stabbed the spear in his hand along the gap in the wooden shield!

Whoop!

The sound of the tip of the spear piercing into the flesh came and went.

After a few rounds of gunning, the ranks of savages who rushed into the valley were instantly much thinner.

"Out of the knife!"

With Samwell's third order, the soldiers in the last row drew their long knives and slashed through the spearmen and shieldmen at the screaming wildlings.

After a round of replenishment, before the next wave of savages could rush up, the swordsmen immediately withdrew into formation, and the shieldmen re-established their shields for the next round of attack.

And so on and so forth.

After a few rounds, Samwell saw that the soldiers were showing signs of fatigue, and ordered:

"The first group retreats, change to the second group!"

Due to the narrow terrain of the valley mouth, Samwell had already divided his soldiers into three groups and took turns to fight.

Of course, the arms and tactical arrangements of each group are exactly the same.

Shields, bayonets, knives......

Monotonous, repetitive, and boring.

But it's extremely effective.

Not long after the battle began, a layer of savage corpses was already covered with the slope of the valley mouth.

Even the new recruits were amazed at the damage they had inflicted.

Of course, after all, it is the first battle, and they will inevitably be nervous and make mistakes, but even so, it is difficult for the wildlings to do much damage to them, because they still have a leather armor on their body to protect.

Excellent equipment, favorable terrain, tacit cooperation, reasonable tactical arrangements, Samwell's calm command on the scene, in the rotation after rotation, killing after killing, the recruits are becoming more and more proficient and confident.

The blood stained their bodies red, and washed away the greenness of their bodies.

In fact, the steps for a recruit to become a veteran are as simple as that - go through a battle, kill an enemy, and survive.

The more than 100 recruits who were recruited by Samwell from the docks of the Elmdeb River are undergoing such a transformation.

Over time, their movements have become more uniform and more concise and efficient.

No matter how fierce the wildlings charged to the death, they could not shake this seemingly thin line of defense, and could only leave corpses at the mouth of the valley.

The strong smell of blood filled the valley, and the soldiers on the hills, under Samwell's command, seemed to coalesce into a machine made for killing.

Life is its fuel, blood is its lubricant, and the fear of its enemies is its highest glory.