The next day, the Bright Field was running efficiently like a machine.

The disciples of Weishui Sword House got up early in the morning, and tons of refined iron ore and auxiliary materials were continuously poured into the huge casting furnace, and the flames rising under the casting furnace were divided into eight strands, corresponding to the direction of the eight trigrams, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a refining formation.

Originally, this kind of huge casting furnace needed at least ten disciples who specialized in cultivating the Flame Burning Decisive to provide it with flame assistance, but Chang Hao had collected many magic crystals in the Demon Beast Forest before, and there were many fire attribute magic crystals among them. With the help of Emilia, a genius girl magician, the casting furnace can be initially automated as long as the magic crystal is put in, which makes the disciples of the Weishui Sword Mansion led by Yan Qi amazed.

They forged not a sword, but a three-edged whale lance.

According to Chang Hao's requirements, these three-edged whale hunting guns were modified with barbs and blood grooves, and the tip of the spear was sharp, and the lethality went up more than one step.

These glittering whale hunting guns are exaggerated, weighing up to 100 pounds on a single handle, but in the hands of the strong panda people, they are like bean sprouts.

At the behest of his boss, Panta tried out the Triangular Whale Hunting Gun, clutching the barrel of the gun with one hand, and after a few steps of accelerated trot with his strained ass, he shot the Whale Hunting Gun in his hand hard. The body of the gun made of fine iron rubbed against the air at high speed, making a sound like thunder, and accurately hit a large rock three hundred meters away.

After a puff of dust, the large boulder turned to debris, and only the tail of a whale hunting gun was left on the ground.

The Panda Clan's thunder spear, three hundred meters away, can be decided by one shot.

Panta used only one sentence to evaluate the three-edged whale hunting gun produced by the Weishui Sword House.

"Awesome!

The Pandaren warriors were divided into two groups, one led by Panta to Kotav City to buy supplies, and the other to protect the ore mining work of the geological exploration team.

Ling Xingmao continued to preside over the construction of the main hall.

Chang Ge and Emilia don't know where to slip away to turn the steam engine.

Shen Qingge of Tiangongtang arranged the planting area and planting plan in an orderly manner, and the panda man gave him a few bamboos with a smile last night, and the meaning could not be more obvious. He simply divided a large vast bamboo forest for the panda people, as long as the spiritual power cultivation liquid dripped down, in the near future, the panda people could lie in the lush bamboo forest and eat until dark.

The women and children of the Bright Wild were also determined to do their part for their lords, and in addition to preparing three meals a day and fishing, the skillful women gathered wild flowers and grasses of various colors and weaved them into beautiful fabrics to decorate the temple and give them to the most valiant warriors. Bears and panda warriors sometimes compete privately to see who gets the most and most beautiful wildflower wreaths, and the winner is called "Friend of Women" by their peers.

All the bear-man warriors gathered in front of the main hall, and their boss was giving a lecture.

"The Varonian Wasteland is the gateway to the Orc Kingdom, and opposite us is the desert country of the Human Empire, and we are the first line of defense of the Kingdom. As the lord of the Bright Field, I can tell you responsibly that the army of Kotaav City can condone the rampant trolls and bandits, and can turn a blind eye to the smuggled human caravans, but now that I have met me, this kind of life of being content with the status quo will be gone forever!"

Chang Hao stood on the high platform and spoke eloquently, he seemed to be born with a leader's temperament, and the bearman warriors below listened to it with enthusiasm, eager to pick up the guy now and give a good blood to the parasitic and tumorous troll tribe on the bright field.

"But I must tell you the truth, even with leather armor, weapons, and the courage to never back down, against the two troll tribes, you may win, but you will also lose heavily. You have followed me all the way from Gondor to the northernmost part of the kingdom, and I cannot afford to lose any of you, nor will I allow you to die like this. Chang Hao's gaze swept over every bear warrior in front of him.

The bear-man warriors' breathing grew heavy, and they lowered their heads, their fists clenching. They were both moved and ashamed of why they couldn't get stronger. If they're strong enough, strong enough to easily sweep through the troll tribe, they can take care of the boss's worries instead of having the boss break their hearts all day.

"Boss, what do you want us to do?" Herbert cocked his head.

"I'm going to train every single one of you to be a special soldier. Chang Hao said.

"Boss, what are the special forces? are they powerful?" asked a young bearman soldier who raised his hand.

"Special forces are synonymous with the most capable soldiers, they can easily kill many times the enemy's opponent, and they are the sharp knife that stabs the enemy in the heart in war. When you become special forces, you can fight battles that no one else can win. Even a top-level legion like the Wrath of the God of War will be nothing more than a handful of dust under your feet at that time!"

The bears were in an uproar, as long as they became the special forces in the boss's mouth, even a legion like the wrath of the god of war was no match?

"Whatever the boss says, we'll do!" Panta saluted the boss.

"I will conduct a week-long devil training for you, and if the training results are not up to standard, you will consciously go to the sentry tower to change shifts. The flame in Chang Hao's heart is blazing, and he wants to train the bearman warriors into real war machines.

"Yes, boss!" the bears replied with thunderous voices, swearing in their hearts that they would pass the training. They can't afford to lose that person!

Women cast their nets to catch fish and shrimp along the stream, and children gather wild flowers while piling pebbles from the bottom of the river into small towers. Just as the small tower was about to be completed, the earth suddenly shook regularly, and the cobblestone tower was shattered, as if thousands of troops were rushing towards it in the distance.

The hard-working women hurriedly looked up at the watchtower and saw that the bears above were waving at them to signify "all safety", so they settled down and put their hands on the pergola and looked into the distance, wanting to see what could make such a big move, wouldn't this disturb the lord?

As the movement drew closer, the women and children finally saw the situation.

It was five huge, neatly stacked logs jumping towards them.

The children's eyes widened, and the pebbles in their hands slipped silently to the ground.

Behind him were all bears, and they were carrying thick and hugging logs, but they didn't carry as many as the lord, only two.

The lord, who carried the five logs without breathing for a few moments, still had the strength to make a grimace when he passed by the children, but the bears were different, their faces were either blue or pale, and their faces were full of hemorrhoids and constipation at the same time.

Herbert now felt like his body was on the verge of falling apart, and he was even hallucinating in front of him, as if he saw the bear god Volibel beckoning to him.

When the boss took out a bunch of logs before, they couldn't help but laugh secretly, thinking that the devil's training that the boss was referring to was running with weights, and it was too difficult.

They had done this kind of thing before when they lived in Gondor, such as carrying two logs over the mountains and mountains, which was not a trivial matter.

But they never imagined that the lord would ask them to do a frog jump with a log on their backs, and this jump was a full 20 laps around the perimeter of the planting area!

Frog jumping can strengthen the leg muscles, especially after weight-bearing, it can exercise the muscles of the whole body, and the effect is remarkable. But this kind of exercise is extremely physically demanding, at least ten times stronger than ordinary weight-bearing running, and people with poor physical fitness can't do this kind of perverted weight-bearing frog jump, which will only backfire.

Fortunately, the bearman warriors themselves have strong physical fitness, and if they were to change to others, I am afraid that they would have muscle cramps and convulsions if they couldn't jump a few times.

The faces of the bear-man warriors were full of bruises and muscles, and a strong feeling of soreness drowned them out like a tidal wave, as if a voice whispered in their ears: Stop this boring training, throw away these pesky woods, and get some sleep.

The bears roared with their heads up, they were ashamed of their momentary wavering, the boss's words "sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in wartime" still in their ears, they crossed the limits of their bodies one after another, the refreshing feeling of feedback after exceeding the limits and the soreness of the whole body contrasted sharply, making them painful and happy.

At the end of the first day of training, not a single bearman was left behind.

By dinner time, the bears had more than tripled their appetite, and the huge quantities of river fresh and army rations had all penetrated into their stomachs, and the sound of their gobbling was like the endless thunder of winter from a distance.

Chang Hao asked people to grind mountains of shrimp shells and fish bones into powder and stir honey for the bears to drink, which is the fastest and most direct way to supplement calcium.

Each disciple of the Weishui Sword House has an ancient method of medicinal wine in his hands, which can invigorate the muscles and bones and effectively repair the physical damage caused by the frequent striking of iron casters.

They generously took out half of these medicinal wines and gave them to the bears, so that they could ensure that the bears could repair their body damage and activate their muscles and bones in time through external massage every night during this kind of high-intensity devil training, so that they would not be sore when they got up the next morning, and could continue to be in pain and happy under the training of their senior brothers.

Panta used it once and fell in love with this magical oriental medicinal wine.

The monks set up a spirit gathering array to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the core area of the bright field, and the barracks where the bears rested were also built on the spirit gathering array. When the bears snored loudly, the silent spiritual power quietly baptized their bodies, making the bears stronger than ever at every moment.

In the early morning of the next day, the seven-day devil training continued, and a series of modern military training programs, such as long-distance running with weights, strength training, and actual combat drills personally conducted by the lord, were put on the agenda, and everyone was in pain and happy.

When they wake up to train, eat after training, and sleep after eating, the bearman warriors are rapidly transforming in such a "boring" life of three points and one line.

Since day one, none of the bears have been eliminated because they have failed to complete their training, and the bears' eyes have begun to become as determined as their bosses.

The desire to become stronger is the most solid backing, and they never admit defeat.

They want to make the war cry of the bear people resound in every inch of the bright wilderness.