Othua's War Banner

Chapter 32 0032: The courage of the peasant

【Number of Residents: 35】

On the second day after the banquet, almost all the refugees devoted themselves to reconstruction work.

The fisherman team has added new members, there are a few more pairs of hardworking hands in the kitchen, and there are groups of strong men with axes.

【Simple wooden house (restored)】

The original scorched building has been almost demolished during this period, and materials that can be reused have been put in, and a row of old and new houses have been built to meet the current housing needs.

Scholars came in handy.

On the basis of retaining the northern style, Burke designed a brand-new 【Sturdy Wooden House】, which has enhanced wind and rain resistance.

Not only that, but also the follow-up upgrade plan, advanced styles of stone and red brick versions, and steel architectural drawings are also provided.

Ken agreed and ordered to build according to the drawings.

After all, living in a damp and cold room, occasionally interspersed with whines like weeping wind, is not at all cozy.

When Sandon Kaya can mine [stone] and use a furnace to smelt [steel], these things will come in handy, making the living conditions of remote tribes close to the most prosperous city in the north.

Burke's students, I had a great time getting along with the villagers during this time.

Not only can they participate in physical labor, but they can also explain the more complicated parts of the drawings to them. The two parties have worked together to increase the efficiency by more than [-]%.

Yates started a child care program.

She became the focus of the village, and neighbors often came to visit, bringing some fruits or potions cooked with earthen formula, which made her feel the warmth of her long-lost home.

For refugees, Kane provided a safe haven.

Everyone works as hard as they can, not only to repay Zhanjing's kindness, but also to seek benefits for their own homeland.

Coincidentally at this time, Ken announced his conscription.

He prepared a simple [school field] at the entrance of the village as the registration point for Sandon Kaya.

Villages are still under a rationing system, and without the assistance of other incentives, joining the army is all about blood and courage.

Even so, everyone enlisted in the army one after another.

Yates' husband was also actively involved, and his wife was well looked after by everyone. The hardworking farmer could not allow himself to be inactive.

When he came to the edge of the field, he found that there was already a circle of people.

Everyone talked a lot, and there were exclamations and applause from time to time.

"Excuse me, thank you, please let me go."

He squeezed in, slipped on the thin ice, and when he looked up, he saw running piles, dummy vegetation targets, and artificial angled slopes simulating mountain running.

"name."

Kuima walked over with a recording board in his hand, but he found that this person did not have the slightest bit of hostility, and he seemed too gentle, so he said uncertainly:

"If you're just here to take a look, you should go back later, so as not to be accidentally injured."

"No, I want to join the army, please write Torroby Sylvie here."

"It's you," Kuema said with a dazed expression, "Does your wife know? After all, it's very dangerous. Think about your unborn child."

Torobi nodded foolishly.

"Mother Dong, are you willing to do nothing when you look at that man's back?"

He pointed to Ken who was sitting high on the wood pile. He was wearing a winter jacket with a steel sword at his side, which could give every subject a sense of security.

Kuima put pen to paper, after all, he knew the kind of admiration best.

At this time, cheers erupted from the crowd, and a young man jumped out of the slope, swung a steel knife and chopped off the head of the wooden dummy.

Panting, he came to the center of the field and picked up a bone whistle.

Everyone held their breath, the sound of the whistle spread slowly, and then a wolf cub rushed out of the team. It also saw the performance of this young man with its own eyes just now.

Feilang galloped fast, bared his teeth, and suddenly pounced.

He put down his weapon, followed the previous procedure, closed his eyes and opened his arms, apprehensively accepting the final test of courage.

The pups did not harm each other.

He was flung down on the soft muddy ground, feeling the wet tongue with thorns licking his face - this is the performance of being recognized.

The crowd raised their arms and chanted, bursting into admiration.

Kuima took him to choose a suitable weapon, and then returned to the team beside the battle banner, where many people were already standing.

"As you can see, there is the last Fei wolf left here."

The crowd whispered to each other, betting who could get the mount.

Later, two refugees went up, but one fell from the stand because of poor balance, and the other was unable to climb over the corner due to lack of strength.

It was Toroby's turn.

The farmer's physical fitness is rather embarrassing. He has some physical strength, but his running skills are very clumsy, and the posture of holding the weapon is completely wrong. He only cut one corner and almost chopped off his toes.

The crowd watched in embarrassment, as if they saw themselves.

After all, most of them are not eligible to join the army.

The falling wolf walked briskly, but it stopped when it ran to the center of the field, because Toroby was so frightened that he was so frightened that he almost passed out.

His performance is lamentable, except for one person.

"Are you hurt?"

Torobi shook his head, when he saw the battle banner appearing in front of his eyes, an indescribable shame and anger spread all over his body.

"I'm very sorry."

"It's nothing to blame, and I see in you a more rewarding path than joining the military, to be honest."

A gleam flashed in Ken's eyes.

The world becomes silent until the distant discussion is also swallowed up by nothingness.

He came to his own spiritual world.

There are already many figures waiting in the open space ahead.

[Number of Troops: 14]

【Details: Wolf Rider X12 Blademaster X2】

Kuima is still standing at the forefront, and his phantom is also carrying the bow and arrow of [excellent] quality.

[Follower: Kuma]

[Identity: Falcon Shooter]

Since the upgrade, he has been thinking about his own direction for a long time. After days of training and precipitation, he has already touched the threshold.

[Advanced Arms: Ice Front Picker]

[Qualification requirements: 3.0 (not achieved)]

[Intelligence requirement: 1.8 (not achieved)]

[Ability Requirement: Elemental Affinity (Not Achieved)]

Sure enough, after a certain stage of physical ability, in addition to the improvement of skills and equipment, magic power must be involved.

This mysterious power is the most notable feature of the Usua continent.

Ken sighed with emotion, not forgetting his purpose of coming here.

He raised his head, and in the darkness above the troops, among the billowing mist, there were already sporadic glimmers of light shining.

Their brightness is lower than the empirical value.

It looks heavy and deep, and each mottled dot hides a fresh life with endless talents and colorful destiny.

【That is your subject, life gathers into a sea of ​​stars, and you are the light source they yearn for. 】

　Four more tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)