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As the snow of the sky continues to fall, the small villages of the Blackrock tribe, as well as the surrounding fields and forests, are covered with a thick layer of snow again; the activities of the Blackrock tribes suddenly become scarce. (free full novel
This is the habit they developed in their previous lives. Unless it is necessary in the winter, it will never go out too much to avoid excessive physical exertion, which requires more food to supplement.
Even if the current Blackrock tribes are not lacking in food at all, this habit is still maintained by them, and it is difficult to correct them at least within a year or two.
Considering the local goods of the men, it has been a hard work for a year, so it’s not too much to rest for a winter. The cow master can also let these people stay in their rooms and enjoy it. Leisurely.
Of course, as the two infantry infantry phalanx of the Blackrock tribe standing forces, even if the weather was bad again, the cattle master did not let go of their drills.
It’s amazing to change the amount of training all day long into the morning exercise, and let them go home to rest in the afternoon. As for whether they are going home to continue to practice their own mother-in-law, it’s completely out of consideration for the cow’s master. .
Under normal circumstances, such training is done in person with the goods; but in the occasion of the cow master crazy, he will personally drill these soldiers.
Often this time, it represents a group of warriors, and the hard time for being forced to die is coming...
The moment before dawn is the most sweet time for people to sleep.
However, just after the completion of the daily meta-cultivation, and using the white jade coins to repair the cows after the dark injury in the body, there is no trace of drowsiness.
The ear was worn in the room outside the door, and the cute sister of the three sisters was very smooth and snoring.
Suddenly, the cow master realized a very important question: "It seems that the alertness of the Blackstone tribe is still too low. The black chicken heart is not dead. If this situation is sneaked in, what should I do? ?"
"Even if they are not attacking, they will attack the powerful beasts. With the current vigilance of the tribes, it is not a big loss to make a living. If not, you must help them build enough awareness of the crisis and urgently train this. We must continue to strengthen."
After thinking of this place, the heart of the cow full of responsibility, directly picked up the electric horn on the bed, Shi Shiran out of the room door, to the center of the village.
If someone can see the expression of the face of the cow's face at this time, then you will know what the goods are, and strengthen the awareness of the Blackrock tribe.
It’s nothing more than a situation in which you can’t sleep, and when you have a bad taste, you’re going to take the militia team out to practice and pass the time.Of course, practicing the warriors in the tribe so that they can come in the crisis, can reflect the thoughts faster, the cow master is still a bit, but how many proportions of it, it is not known!
"All the Black Rock tribes have noticed! This is an emergency collection. Here is an emergency combination. Counting is now the beginning, one, two..." Huge incomparable noise, sounding in a peaceful and harmonious village, suddenly let countless people The chicken flying dog jumped up.
According to the slap in the head of the cattle master, the provisions of the militia code with only a few articles.
Under the emergency collection of this situation, the relevant personnel must wear all the armor and weapons before the cow master from one to two hundred, and arrange the formation in front of the cow master.
For those who fail to arrive on time and who are not qualified to wear, there is absolutely no one who is willing to teach.
As a result, countless hasty figures flew from different cabins, and while they were running, they kept sorting out their clothes and armor.
At the same time, in the wooden houses of the small villages of the Blackrock tribe, there were voices of the little sisters crying and the women shouting; all of a sudden, the whole village was filled with a vibrant taste.
Let all militia fighters feel very fortunate that today’s cattle masters are not mad at the time of counting.
It is honestly counted from two to two hundred, instead of being one or two times as before, directly in the middle of intentional or unintentional, missing dozens, or hundreds of numbers.
In this way, when the number of two hundred in the mouth of the cow fell, a group of gasping militia fighters were all in place, and found the position they belonged to in the formation...
After carefully walking back and forth in the queue for two laps, the face of the cow master finally showed a quite satisfactory color: "Yes, today, I finally did not take the wrong weapon, and I went out with the fire stick at home. The armor on the body is also neatly dressed."
In the face of the rare praise of the cow master, the militiamen who worked hard to raise their chests had not had time to loosen their breath, and they saw that the cow master raised the big horn in his hand again.
Then the huge roaring sounded again in the village: "All the militia forces noticed that the two hundred miles of field training began immediately, starting ~"
After the orders of the cattle masters were issued, the hard-working militia of the Blackstone tribe had to bitterly face with the leading cattle master.
If there are only two hundred miles back and forth, there is no difficulty for the indigenous people who grew up in these mountains from small to large.
Just a cow master
Field training, where is just so simple and small and fresh.
After the collective ran out of the city wall, they will be divided into two groups, together with a log of hundreds of pounds of weight, and then their running time.A group with good luck can often pick a light weight, but it is only three or four hundred pounds of logs. If it is not lucky, the logs picked are more than six hundred pounds, then all the way. Running down is very embarrassing.
The only thing that made them complain is that no matter whether it is the leader of the warrior or the honourable cow lord, they pick a super-large log of a thousand pounds in the log and run alone on their shoulders.
And no matter what, the oldest man in the Blackrock tribe, the shortest figure is always in the forefront of the team, never dropped.
So no matter how difficult the zipper on this road is, no militia fighter has ever given up.
It is also the case that the only specialized tribe of the Black Rock tribe in the Loire Mountains has been sharpened and sharpened by constant tempering.
Like a peerless sword, once it is sheathed, it must be shocking the world.
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