At the end of May, farmers began to harvest oats planted in spring.

The cloudless sky was as blue as it was. After the temperature rose, the farmers carrying sickles also wore short clothes and walked on the road in groups of three or three. When they went out in the morning and at noon, they could see them carrying oats back to the village.

These crops that can be harvested for three months are usually not for people to eat. As long as they are old, they are basically used for food for animals. In the past, villagers always used these oats as tax deductions for the lords, but now farmers are happy that they were all bought directly by Roddy at a slightly higher price.

Because Roddy had booked dozens of military horses from other villages, and these feeds were only exported to domestic sales.

Thanks to Roddy not only changed his armor, but also bought a large amount of salt, fabric, pig iron and other things that could be traded with the villagers, which barely supported his newly formed "team".

He paid out of his own pocket to improve the soldiers' food, especially to increase the supply of milk, meat and eggs, and the daily meal cost was nearly ten times higher than before. This move was seriously puzzled by the farmers and even called it "luxury", but Roddy ignored these and still strictly required the scouts to implement it.

These changes began in early May, and since the new "training plan" began to be implemented, until early June, the scouts were immersed in this cruel "devil training" all day long.

Running ten laps around the village is a warm-up, and thirty laps is physical training; the weapon used for face-to-face training is no longer a wooden sword, but a real sword wrapped in cloth; in addition to single-on-one battles, there are also various tactics and even bare hands fighting; the pounds of the short bow are getting bigger and bigger, and the required goals are getting farther and farther.

Not only that, every evening, they will also teach a class called "Combat Quality Training". The instructor is naturally Roddy - the content taught by him, including all the combat awareness, tactical sign language, night contact codes, tactical intentions, etc., and there are assessments every day, and every scout who fails the qualification will be punished to run to the village ten laps.

At first, this high-intensity training made the scouts frequently experience coma, fainting, cramps and other symptoms, but a month later, they had completely adapted to this almost perverted training. Each scout's skin color was tanned a lot, and each of them had a great improvement in strength, endurance and combat level. At the same time, the entire team gradually condensed a truly "forbidden" atmosphere.

Everything was going according to Roddy's plan, and no accident happened... What surprised him was that Francis seemed to have no doubts at all, and there was no "stranger" in the village of Nolan to ask about the orcs.

Although he felt strange in his heart, he did not have much energy to monitor the count in Hollier City. He only knew from the occasional information that the other party was always enduring and was relieved. Anyway, no matter how brave the guy was, he would not dare to rush into the "Rose Cross" monastery to kill people. Roddy was much more relieved about Sally's situation.

By early June, the horses ordered by Roddy had basically been shipped to Nolan Village, and a batch of newly ordered bow-making materials were collected. Roddy had already started to make his own suitable short bow... But at this moment, an accident happened, but the scouts of Nolan Village stopped their training.

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June 3, Kerry Village.

Like Nolan Village, this small village on the border of the Kingdom has a similar quiet atmosphere in this summer. Farmers are busy in the fields, occasionally pointing to the distance and talking about something. Children at the entrance of the village are playing, and a little girl's braid is pulled by the little boy hiding behind her, and then she is laughing and chasing.

Just after noon, the scouts belonging to Kerry Village were sitting bored under the shade of the tree at the entrance of the village to enjoy the cool air. The uniforms with the Russiflon family emblem were slanted on their bodies. Because the temperature was hot, they were too lazy to tie buttons, and some even threw leather boots aside, lying barefoot on the haystack under the shade, covering their arms and eyes, with a comfortable posture.

This is the norm for scouts. The word "farm" is the most appropriate thing to give them.

The captain named Hank took a water bag and poured two mouthfuls, leaned against the earthen wall, put his hands on the awning and looked into the distance, and asked, "Hill and the others have not come back yet?"

"It's sunny, I guess I've had heat stroke?"

The team members replied casually that a lazy atmosphere was the norm for this team. For them, what they could do in their lives was to waste day by day on such days - backward life and poor book knowledge. Most of them had never seen what a real city looked like. This situation made them basically not have much imagination about the future.

"Hey, Captain Hank, I heard that there has been a lot of trouble in Nolan Village recently."

"Nolan Village? Haha. I don't know what the captain over there is crazy. I heard that he ordered a lot of horses and had to ask for excellent military horses. I haven't heard that the Duke gave a new order, maybe it was a random pass."

"A few days ago, I saw many old guys happily carrying oatmeal, saying that Nolan Village is buying, and the money exchanged is more than the tax you deserve, and I don't know if it is true or not."

"Ha, it seems that I have bought a lot of horses? Hey. I still have to feed oats. Is there really no place to spend it? Is it true that Lord Kirk is going to fight? He secretly makes these things. Can the Duke not know?"

"Hey, my husband. I haven't been here for a long time. Didn't Master Francis and Miss Sally come too? If that happened, it would be really-"

"Orc attack? Will this kind of thing be fake? They said it has noses and eyes, but no one saw a real orc, such a thing."

Captain Hank waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, we can't care about the real or fake. Now the masters above don't want to see any trouble, so."

"Captain, they seem to be back."

Looking at the guy in the distance, he interrupted Captain Hank's words. He sat up from the haystack, shook his clothes covered with grass, stretched, and looked into the distance, "Ha, isn't it just a little late to come back? Could it be that they are all learning how to line up in a row? Hey, these tampers really think they are knights..."

Because the temperature rises, the figure on the horizon in the distance is somewhat unrecognizable because of the twisted air. However, no one can come at this time, and the scouts didn't care. Captain Hank clapped his hands and signaled everyone to prepare for the afternoon patrol, tightening the sword that he had not drawn out for a long time. When he was holding his horse, his eyes looked into the distance again.

This time, he noticed something strange.

"What is that?"

A scout riding on a horse suddenly asked.

No one answered their question, because the black shadows that appeared in the distance were not the team led by Captain Hill in the imagination, but a large area of ​​strong guys rushing across the grass slope. The mounts that were rallied as they were not like war horses, but wolves?

"Isn't it... this is a wolf?"

"Wolf...Wolf Cavalry? Orc?"

The discussion came to an abrupt end, and a group of scouts could not accept the scene in front of them - because the topics that were still discussing just now seemed to be extremely far away from them became a reality in a flash. This strong contrast made their heads collectively stunned for a moment.

While hesitating, the team in the distance had already begun to sprint with all their might. Although the dozens of wolves who appeared clearly in their sight were not as tall as a war horse, their upright hair, sharp teeth as sharp as a knife, and the orcs holding giant scimitar sticks on their backs all showed their true identity.

Wolf cavalry, the most terrifying mobile unit of orcs.

"Run. Run! Why are you still standing there?! Retreat quickly—"

Hank opened his mouth, and the words "preparing for battle" were ultimately unable to say them because of the timidity in his heart. There were only nine scouts beside him who were making a living, while the other party had thirty powerful orc warriors riding wolves! The consequences of rushing up to fight can be understood with his knees!

This sentence made the scouts lose their morale at all...or they had never had any morale themselves - when the wolf cavalry was still a thousand meters away from the village, the scouts riding on horses scattered and did not even have the consciousness of resistance.

"Enemy attack! Run! Run--"

Some scouts did not forget to warn the villagers loudly, but they also understood in their hearts that such warnings were no longer of great use.

At the entrance of the village, two little girls with pigtails finally chased the boy who pulled her pigtails. She was panting and saying something, but got the answer made by the boy with a grimace. The girl pouted and wanted to twist the other person's nose. The boy smiled and wanted to dodge... Then, their movements were interrupted by the dull footsteps.

The two turned their heads curiously, and on the road across the village, some guys that had never been seen appeared. The soldiers riding on the wolf's backs and ferocious faces swept across like black waves. In the rolling smoke, the weapons in their hands were waving mercilessly.

The little boy was stunned, as if he had remembered something, and wanted to pull the scared girl behind him away, but just as he turned around, the blood-stained sword had already tore the air and slashed straight towards him.

"puff--"

The broken corpse flew out, blood splattered all over the ground. The scared girl wanted to escape, but was hit directly in front of her chest by a wooden stick that passed through the sky. Her small body was almost blown away by this blow, and her twisted body rolled on the ground. She was soon trampled by the whistling wolf, and she could no longer see what she was like.

The orc riding the strongest wolf slowly stopped in the square in the middle of the village, holding the head of the butler of the Kerry Village.

He threw his head on the ground casually. The orc stood by the low wall where the scouts were not long ago. The orc behind him was reporting the things he had snatched.

Grain, jerky, bread, oats...

"Take what can be taken away, what can't be taken away... set fire, burn everything, leave no living."

The orcs in the team leader looked at the village where the wailing gradually disappeared and whispered: "Xosa will not let down Lord Sarota's expectations. You must remember that the blood debt must be paid for it!"
Chapter completed!