The tent set up in winter is not only a triangular hut supported by thick tarpaulin, but also needs to be covered with a thick layer of felt on top of the thick tarpaulin. The inside of the tent must first be paved with pine and cypress branches or logs, and then covered with a thick layer of felt.
Thick fur dog fur mattress, and a well-made sleeping bag with excellent thermal insulation effect.
Almost all of the reserve knights brought over by Karl came from wealthy families, so they were well prepared with cold-proof supplies.
It's just that they only have some sophisticated equipment, but their ability to live in the wild and their hands-on skills are very lacking. Standing outside the security station, just setting up tents in the wild made them confused.
There were basically few trees in the deserted land, and they couldn't find any pine or cypress branches. Some reserve knights simply ran to the village below, directly carried back the wheat straw from the haystacks in the village, and happily spread it inside the tent.
The villagers of Wall Village knew that they were reserve knights and were destined to become master knights in the future. For a while, they hid in their houses and watched helplessly as these young men, who were like robbers, took away the straw.
The reserve knights set up their tents in the open space next to the police station.
The Sheriff's Office was originally a piece of limestone. After the craftsmen of Wall Village flattened such a large piece of limestone, they built a two-story building based on this limestone, which became the current Sheriff's Office.
The place chosen by the reserve knights to set up their tents happened to be a specially leveled garden for planting flowers.
The soil layer here is relatively shallow, and the bottom is entirely made of solid limestone. The iron drill used to fix the tent is wedged into the permafrost layer, and if it is driven deeper, it cannot be penetrated at all.
Worried that the tents would be blown away, they moved some rocks from the reservoir and placed them around the tents. They worked hard until it was completely dark and then built the ten tents.
Originally, dinner was prepared in Wall Village, but Suldak wanted to see the survival ability of the reserve knights, so he did not ask the old village chief to bring over the broth and wheat cakes, but asked them to cook the marching cakes themselves.
rations.
The method of eating marching rations is also quite simple. You only need to find a shelter or directly in the tent, unfold the magic scroll and spread it on the ground, then set up an iron pot, pour some water, and boil the water. Then mix the powder into
Pour the marching rations into another iron pot, add a small amount of water and stir to form a batter, then pour it into the iron pot where the water is boiled. The thick batter is ready.
Obviously these reserve knights had not eaten marching rations.
The marching rations they carry have always been a decoration in their luggage. Therefore, although the cooking method of the marching rations is very simple, situations occur frequently during the cooking process. The marching rations were burnt to a crisp, and the entire camp was covered in smoke.
There was a pungent smell of paste.
The young reserve knights ate this dinner in a very awkward manner. Some of the young reserve knights vomited it up after taking two bites, and some did not eat at all.
They are usually used to being pampered at home and in college, but now that the conditions are a little more difficult, they feel uncomfortable.
In the academy, they learned how to quickly advance their combat levels, but once they left the academy, it was as if they had to start all over again, and everything outside was brand new...
By the time this group of reserve knights went to bed, they had already made themselves sleepy and tired. They did not prepare hot water to wash themselves. Their green faces were burnt black and they couldn't wait to get into their sleeping bags and fall asleep.
No one even cared that those war horses had saddles tied to them, and no one specially prepared a shelter for the horses. Surdak acquiesced to the people in the militia camp to help them take care of these precious war horses, at least giving them a bite to eat.
Consider it food that can be swallowed.
…
The militiamen washed all the iron pots in their camp that had not had time to be washed before freezing into lumps of ice. The burnt marching rations also entered the militiamen's stomachs without any waste.
This is not because the militiamen did not eat dinner, but because they live in a deserted land and are used to hard times. When they see people wasting food like this, they think that they cannot waste the food anyway. A militiaman from the camp said
The militiamen poured the burnt marching rations into the clay pot, added some water and boiled it again, then called on the other militiamen who were still asleep, and gathered together in front of the fire to drink the burnt gruel.
Surdak walked in front of them, squatted down and looked at the brown porridge water in the clay pot, and asked: "Can this thing be eaten?"
The militiaman smiled with wrinkles on his face and said straightforwardly: "It is a bit bitter, but the taste of this porridge is okay. If these are left in the iron pot to freeze all night, they will freeze into ice lumps one by one. Tomorrow morning
I'm afraid these knights can't find any usable iron pots. We want to help them wash the iron pots. It would be a pity to throw away these porridges. Look, Lord Baron, it smells like meat and salt. It tastes like
It’s oatmeal with salt added, but it doesn’t taste bad at all!”
Another militiaman smiled at Surdak and said: "When the dry season came, we also chewed tree bark, ate grass roots, sawdust, and moss. The taste of those things was not as good as the taste of these meat porridges."
"Lord Baron, what we eat is approved by them. We help them pack up the iron pots and bonfires..." A militiaman was worried that Surdak thought they were eating on the sly, so he quickly explained.
Surdak stood by the campfire and looked at this group of lean militiamen. Under the firelight, they looked at Surdak nervously.
"Since you have joined the militia camp, my promise to you is that I will not let you experience the kind of famine in the past. Remembering these days of starvation will be the most precious treasure in your memory in the future!" Su
Erdak said to these militiamen.
…
A strong north wind blew all night, and the reserve knights set up ten tents. Four of them were blown away by the strong wind overnight. These young people hid in the tents of other knights until dawn, and then they all came out of the tents.
Get out and look for the tents that were blown away by the strong wind.
If the militiamen from the militia camp hadn't come out to help clean up the mess, these reserve knights might not have been able to pack their gear all morning.
Breakfast was provided by Wall Village, which consisted of a large bowl of vegetable porridge and a bag of whole-wheat bread. These reservist knights had also been hungry all day and had not eaten much last night, so they naturally wolfed down the breakfast.
Karl stayed at Suldak's house last night. After having breakfast, he rushed to the police station early.
When he rushed over, these reserve knights had already finished their breakfast. Looking at the empty porridge buckets and the few whole wheat bread left, Karl said with emotion: "Their adaptability is not bad, these things are all good."
I can eat it..."
Surdak didn't think this was a big deal. He stood behind Karl and said, "Of course you will eat anything when you are hungry!"
After breakfast, when these reserve knights washed the iron pot, they thought the water was too cold, so they just poured water into the iron pot, rinsed it casually, and put the iron pot into their canvas pockets regardless of whether it was clean or not.
A group of reserve knights sat around in the courtyard of the public security station. No one spoke. Everyone was dirty and their morale was extremely low.
Surdak stood up and said to these young reserve knights:
"Everyone! Our actions have just begun from today."
"For a long time in the future, we will be marching in uninhabited deserts. We will live in marching tents every day. The cold wind in the desert at night is stronger than here. We will eat these unpalatable marching rations every day. Occasionally,
You will also encounter desert bandits and face the threat of severe cold and death."
"If anyone wants to retreat now, it's too late. Don't wait until you enter the desert to regret it. It will be useless to regret it later, but the time will not give you more choices. Either you continue to follow us deep into the desert, or you can go alone.
Turning around and leaving, I think no matter which choice I make, it is not a wise move."
The young reserve knights looked at each other, not knowing what to decide for a moment.
Seeing the group of young reserve knights in the yard looking at each other in confusion, hesitating about what to choose, Suldak patted Karl next to him on the shoulder and continued:
"If someone wants to return to Helensa City with Captain Karl, I will never stop you, but if you choose to stay now, you will be my subordinates for a period of time in the future, and I will tell you how to become a qualified
The knight!"
Seeing that all the reserve knights chose to remain silent, Surdak looked at the rising sun between the mountains on the east side and said, "You still have two quarters of an hour to think!"
…
Just when the fifty young reserve knights of the security station's guard battalion were having a hard time making a choice, Suldak's cavalry battalion was also experiencing frequent situations.
These veterans were recruited from various villages by Surdak and the old village chief. Everyone has rich war experience, but they have been struggling to live in the deserted land for several years. These years of hard life seem to have faded away.
All the edges and sharp edges on their bodies were sharpened. Many of the veterans were not cavalry in the military camp before. They were not very familiar with horses and their riding skills were average.
Suldak didn't know how to ride a horse when he was in the heavy armored infantry regiment. He then asked veterans with excellent riding skills how to get along with their horses. Most of the veterans chose to spend the night in the stable.
Sleeping on horses can eliminate their vigilance, but obviously the effect is not as good as imagined.
In the morning, the veterans of the cavalry battalion wanted to take their horses out of the stables and go for a ride outside the village, but they did not expect that they still caused people to fall over in the village square...
If the ogre Gulitum hadn't appeared, the riots might have continued.
Whether it's a war horse or a camel, they can only crawl in front of the ogre. The ogre Gulitem knew the dilemma faced by these veterans, and laughed and said to the veterans: "You should not treat these horses."
You have to use carrots and sticks to make them obedient and honest. Blindly pleasing them will only make them think you are easy to bully. You must use your actions to tell them your bottom line...'
Surdak rushed to the village square and happened to hear Gulitem say this. He was a little speechless. The ogre Gulitem had been in the human world for a long time, and he seemed to have begun to learn to think about problems with his brain.
, and started to feel less upright!
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What Surdak didn't expect was that the young reserve knights, and I don't know what they were thinking. Just when the large army was about to assemble, these young reserve knights came to Surdak and started talking to him.
He expressed that he would stay in Wall Village to undergo the next rigorous training.
Although Surdak was reluctant to accept these knight academy students, there was no better reason to drive them away at this time.
We can only let them pack their bags and prepare to set off with the large army later.
This time, when he entered the desert to kill the bandits there, Surdak planned to let Samira stay.
In any case, the current Vol Village needs someone to stay and guard. This time Suldak summoned the militiamen from the militia camp. She can still stay in the village to train these militiamen, at least let them improve their archery skills.
This time, Surdak brought back a batch of alloy bows from the Helensa Military Logistics Office, and this time he prepared to distribute them to these militiamen.
As the commander of the cavalry battalion, Andrew needs to get along with the 200 veterans of the cavalry battalion. Everyone is not very familiar with each other...
Gulitem naturally wanted to follow Surdak into the desert. The ogres may have eaten too many camels and goats recently. He heard from the hunters in the village that the meat of the wind wolf in the wilderness was sour. Suddenly
On a whim, I wanted to make soup with wind wolf meat, so I followed Surdak early and never left!
As a result, Suldak couldn't even say goodbye to Selena in private.
The embarrassment of these militiamen, reserve knights and cavalry battalion veterans in Wall Village fell exactly in Viru's eyes. Surdak has been too busy to stop these days. Viru has never found Surdak.
There was no chance to talk alone, but he was very patient. He almost walked all over Wall Village in the past three days, standing at the highest point of the reservoir and getting a bird's eye view of the entire mountain col.
I also went to the river bend and tidal flats downstream and saw the artificial canals built by kobold slaves and the large tracts of land reclaimed.
I saw the neat rows of small buildings and straight cement roads in Wall Village.
Almost word for word about what Surdak had done over the past year reached Vilu's ears. The Surdak in front of him made him feel a strong sense of alienation. The familiar person in front of him, the one who once
His best friend, who could give his back completely to him on the battlefield, now seemed so unfamiliar.
When did he suddenly have such vision and ability...
But when he saw Suldak's face, those frank, upright and fearless eyes, and saw the scars exposed from his collar, these told him that the person in front of him was the Jonbach he knew, no matter what.
...just stay alive!
Weiru shook the scorching bow hanging on his shoulder. At this moment, he was a little eager to fight. Perhaps only fighting could awaken their past memories...
The mercenaries in the rowhouses at the front of the village had already prepared themselves early. They tied their horses to the big tree at the entrance of the village and were doing morning exercises in the snow outside the village.
The brand-new cavalry battalion in the village square also lined up slowly out of Wall Village...