"Get it!"

Winters sent an arrow to Wahika, Samujin and another veteran, Tamas.

The arrow has numbers engraved.

These three were the chiefs he selected.

Winters originally wanted to organize staff according to his origin, but he realized that it would not be worth the cost.

So he broke up all the soldiers and the veterans served as the chief of the tribe.

The other three people he trusted the most: Pierre stayed with him and became an adjutant; Angelu and Charles also stayed with him, serving as messengers and military police.

"Arrows are your tokens, and they must not be broken. If they are broken, everyone will be whipped." Winters seriously admonished the ten men: "No, you must be separated. One soldier will be separated, and the rest will be stationed together! Including you!"

The three newly promoted ten husbands focus on the key points.

At this moment, Winters could not see the gentle expression he usually had on his face, only murderous intent:

"Marchs must not be made noise! ​​Those who make noise can whip! Those who disturb the enemy will be beheaded!"

"If there are enemies who break through your siege, don't chase after them. Just continue to surround them and drive the rest of the enemies to the intended location."

"Try to live! Don't die!"

After declaring discipline, Winters took out four maps, three small and one large.

The small map was sent to the tenth husband, and the large map was spread out in front of everyone.

Winters took out three more horse-headed chess pieces, cooperated with the map, and began to explain the marching route to the ten men.

Just as Lieutenant Colonel Jeska once explained the terrain to him.

Vahika, Samujin and Tamas were straight and listened in a daze, nodding desperately.

Winters suddenly discovered something. He stared at the three of them and asked coldly: "Can you three... look at the map?"

Vahika habitually continued to nod.

Winters raised his leg and kicked him: "You're going to be a big deal! You've got the map backwards!"

Vahika did not dare to dodge, so he got a boot and hurriedly turned the map back.

Seeing that his partner was being cleaned up, Angelo covered his mouth and laughed.

"The grammatical spelling rules that Monk Reed taught you." Winters looked at Angelu again: "How much do you remember?"

"Ah...ah?" Angru stammered: "I've almost forgotten."

Winters sighed from the deepest part of his chest, and he was in pain. The pain of Ned Smith traveled through time and space forty years ago.

He slapped his forehead and slapped his thighs: "After dinner, I'll come to me!"

"What do you want to...for?" Pierre asked cautiously.

"Attend class!"

...

At dawn, the sun is about to emerge

Vahika led eleven soldiers under him to walk in the woods, and they pulled into a loose line.

Everyone held pig hunting spears and slapped the tree trunks with the spear poles while walking.

The length of the pig hunting spear is less than two meters and does not require formation. There are two side branches at the tip of the spear, which can prevent the spear from being too deep and unable to be pulled out at one time.

The beasts in the forest heard the noise they made from afar and fled.

In the distance, the same slap sound could be heard vaguely.

Winters and Pierre and others were guarding the encirclement, and he was so angry that he was crazy: "Where are the people of Samujin and the others? Where are they dead?!"

Pierre, Charles and Angelo didn't know either, they waited anxiously.

The organizational form of Winters' troops is degrading from the [agricultural militia] to the [fishing and hunting tribe] with the naked eye.

The main reason is that there is nothing to eat, Ellen Mitchell helped him collect some food, but it was far from enough.

Winters can't wait to sit and eat the whole world, his troops must also participate in production.

With the natural conditions of the newly reclaimed land, the most immediate production method is "hunting and gathering".

So it’s not that Winters wants to return to the primitive society, there is nothing he can do.

Living in the Hed tribes for three months gave him a deeper understanding of different forms of social models.

As a branch of the Hed tribes, the Palatus gradually chose to farm for a living. It was not because farming was simple, but on the contrary, farming was much more difficult than herding sheep.

Winters can only choose a simpler path now.

It is July, midsummer, which is not a particularly good hunting season.

Moreover, most of Winters' subordinates were farmers in the past and had never managed to hunt.

Fortunately, Winters and the veterans had accumulated some experience: during the Battle of the Styx, Winters led his troops to hunt wild animals across the bridge.

It would be great if the little hunter was there, he would save a lot of trouble.

But Winters thought again that if Bale came back, he would definitely bring the little guy back too.

It's hard to feed him forty mouths now, and the little guy's bloody mouth can easily destroy him.

He only has forty people now, so if he can't do big hunting, he will do small hunting.

So Winters was very cautious when choosing the target and aimed at a small group of horned deer in the forest northeast of Wolf Town.

The three groups entered the forest one hour before sunrise, gathered from three directions, frightened the beasts and drove the horned deer to the location where Winters was.

The pits were dug in advance, and the most "violent" spellcaster officer in Palatu was personally in charge.

As long as the beasts are in place, there will be no mistakes.

Unexpectedly, something went wrong - Samujin's group disappeared.

Winters was so angry that he didn't care about hiding and shouted: "Angru!"

"Yes!" the ponytail replied conditionedly.

"You go find Samujin! Tell him! Let the deer run away, I tie the whole team of his team to the tree and beat him!"

"Yes!" Angelu jumped onto the horse and galloped towards the direction Samujin should have appeared.

The originally quiet forest is now in chaos.

No matter how deer, deer, rabbit, fox, or wild beasts flee in panic, and the sarcasm sounds one after another.

Angelu couldn't bear it, and he suddenly thought that before humans appeared in this forest, these animals might have lived here for hundreds or thousands of years.

Just like these horned deer, their settlement here has been much longer than humans.

They used to be free to forage, court, and reproduce.

But now that humans—Angru—have arrived, the deer herd was about to usher in their catastrophe.

Angru felt sad.

"Is this right?" he thought to himself.

...

...

"Yes!" Angelo chewed the roasted deer ribs, with only one thought in his mind: "It smells so good!"

The soldiers ate poor meat on deer, such as internal organs.

Good meat, such as deer legs and deer belly, were used to exchange food for villagers in each village.

The villagers don’t want the ribs, they dislike the lack of meat and make Angelou cheaper.

The group of Samujin looked at the others enviously. They only divided half of the meat of the other two groups, and they were all the worst meat.

Because they failed to arrive at the predetermined position on time, nearly half of the deer escaped from the encirclement gap.

Sa Mujin was also very lucky - they actually encountered a black bear halfway.

So they not only have half a portion of meat, but each of them also remembers the account of five whips.

A small campfire, cooking a pot of broth, Winters and Pierre are doing the "post-war" summary.

"What should I do if deerskin?" Pierre took a small notebook and acted as a temporary scribe.

In this army, only Pierre and Winters can read and write.

"Take it for food." Winters took a sip of venison broth.

"Where is the corner?"

"Save it for now and see if you can take it to Revodan to sell it."

"Where is the deer blood?"

"Feel the dog?" Winters suddenly remembered something and asked Pierre: "Don't your dad have four good terriers? Where did you go?"
To be continued...