He decided it was better to transport the deer back first. As for this big guy, let's leave it to Alexander and the others. Even if some beast comes over, it won't be able to eat this bear for a while.
"All come here, let me see your injuries." George picked up the canon, pulled out the herbs in his backpack, and said to those wolves.
These several wolves all suffered from different degrees of injuries, two of them were the most serious and looked bloodied. The flesh on their backs was scratched and bitten, and the flesh and blood rolled over. Although they still look alive and well now. But after the excitement has passed, I'm afraid to fall to the ground.
...
On the way back, George naturally didn't have any intention to catch a wolf again.
It was already afternoon when the horses and wolves pulled the hay cart back to the territory.
After Alexander and the others heard that the lord had hunted a bear, the training was not engaged, and they directly took their things and went towards the north.
At present, the training degree of these guys has reached 79% on the display of the shelter scrolls. According to this rate, on the eighth day, these people will be truly qualified in the eyes of the shelter.
''There are already people who have reached 17 combat power in the past few days, and most of the others have exceeded 12. The ones with the best potential have even reached a physique of 2.2. Such a physical quality is not too bad even by the standards of noble knights.''
According to the standards of the schoolyard, the level of a knight should be more than 24 combat power, and only if you reach this value, you are qualified to be called a knight - and this is still the standard without riding a horse.
However many noble knights, even in full knightly armor, I'm afraid it is difficult to reach this standard (except for those who wrestled out the title of knight in battle). Therefore, the assessment standard of the asylum is still very strict.
In addition, among these squires, some of them have only increased their base combat power by one or two points. But when the +1 short sword in George's hand is placed in their hands, it is +3. And when the spear is taken, the combat power will be a big jump upwards.
This shows that their physique has not only grown, the degree of use of weapons, but also improved a lot in the constant life and death battles.
It can be said that they are now real veterans.
At present, the most familiar weapon of the squires is the spear. When they strike, they are very decisive and ruthless!
Although this degree can not be compared with those who have been immersed in this way for years, but it is a real sword fighting out of the skills.
Not fancy, simple and practical, and has been engraved into their subconscious.
According to George, these people have long been qualified. However, there have been a few opponents who have not been able to overcome the test of the many virtual shadows. One of the most frustrating for the squires was the gun formation.
Although this gun formation was not the most powerful one among the level 1 soldiers individually, it was the most headache-inducing when combined together.
The small numbers of the squires made it impossible for them to attack by holding them in front, or by looping back to the flanks. These days the squires have found a way to defeat them, but the last few times, they've lost because of recklessness - after all, they've been killing all day, but they still lack basic training. Facing that cold and ruthless, good not to travel opponent, indeed a little oversight can not have.'
Through these trainings, George discovered Alexander the officer's shortcomings in command above - he was too easily emotional and too reckless.
And this stink is now also infected to his subordinates ...
In George's view, Alexander is definitely the top if a pioneer. But he would not be a good commander. Because his head is really too iron...
But if he was given a group of highly skilled, individual strength of a small group of elite, he could absolutely in the frontal battlefield, crush anyone.
At that time, that recklessness will become an unstoppable momentum.
Of course, the premise is that the enemy they are facing is not a cold machine like a vaporous shadow.
'These days Alexander was already close to defeating the Valkyrie that the schoolyard had arranged for him. When the time comes, if this guy can free up his hands on the battlefield, then even if they are reckless, these enemies can be taken down by them.''
George thought while calling out to the two wolves who intended to pee anywhere, and went towards the north side of the castle.
There was a heavenly servant flying busy in mid-air over there.
He had been absent from training for the past few days, including the afternoon of the day he gave Rona a bath.
Because when he arrived at the schoolyard, he found that the squires were losing too badly...
He didn't want to give his men the feeling that they would always lose a battle if they followed him!
If only he could be like Alexander - defeated, but still proud. This would make the men more and more courageous. But he was a total drag!
Obviously if he went up, I'm afraid the schoolyard did not even need to add people to deal with him. Because that big winged Valkyrie, I'm afraid, won't even give him a chance to finish singing a hymn, and will come up and trample him to death on the floor!
Two wolves came over, making George slightly back to his senses.
Those several wolves inside, just these two only suffered a little scratch. But these two were the most fierce in the fight with the bear.
As for the other wolves, although they were healed by him, I'm afraid they still had to recuperate for some time.
These wolves were far stronger than George thought, and after returning to the tavern in the territory, the two more seriously injured wolves were lying on the grass and passed out, but they were not seriously hurt.
The sacred hymn did not heal their wounds completely, but Rona picked up the sewing needle and sewed them up.
For the next few days, Rona would tend to them. Under the effect of those herbs, their injuries would soon recover.
After pinching the ears of the two waves, George drove them outside to catch voles. He then walked up to the wall alone.
Propped up on the women's wall, he had an unparalleled view. The mists in the distance as well were banished to three hundred paces away.
And the main gate of the city wall along with the surrounding few meters of the wall had been demolished. It was wide open in all directions, as if intending to welcome some giant object. And in that original location of the gates and walls, there were six more Heavenly Servants in a large pit that kept flying.
There were large pits like this one in front of the gates on all four sides of the castle. But even with the efficiency of the Heavenly Servants, only four were made in the past few days.
These four pits, each reaching a depth of about twenty meters. Even with the efficiency of the Heavenly Servant, it took many days to form such a scale. This morning, George felt that the northern one was not wide enough, and thought that when shooting down with the crossbow, the angle might not be enough. So he asked the servants to dig again - and deepen it a bit more by the way.
He had been studying the map, and he found that the area where the giants were operating was, in fact, unimaginably large. I'm sure Jack had also discovered this, and so was fretting about it.
But in any case, what is certain now is that the shelter is in the middle of its activity area.
Since the encounter with the lumberyard with that giant, the giant seems to be quiet for some time - Alexander's blow, although not enough to kill, but that damage is also the giant can not ignore. So it is possible that it should be recuperating from its wounds.
But within two days, this giant with superb recovery ability suddenly became active. At first it seemed to go crazy and searched a large circle along the river bank. Then it seemed to find that there was no point in doing so. So it began to look for one village after another.
Look at it, it seems to be planning to walk every place, all stupidly once.
It was as if it was painting the walls, very regular.
In the past few days, it had brushed against the Johannes territory. Scared George trembled all night. But in the end, the giant did not choose this direction where the shelter was located, but went to the other end.
However, from that day onwards, it had to move to become confused. This made George began to feel confused.
But whether it was a storm, chaotic walk, or normal walk. George had been able to determine that with such a range of motion, it could not dig traps in the so-called active area.
"Hey... Jack, you have to follow the Lord ah. Otherwise I don't know when that giant will come over, and from which side..."
The scroll can show the danger area range, only a few kilometers. If Jack lost the giant, or if there was an accident. I'm afraid that by the time the shelter finds the giant, everything will be too late.
With its big feet, the start, I'm afraid the people are too late to retreat to the castle!
According to the current preparations, as long as the giant does not make a surprise attack, he is still sure to attract the giant to the intended location.
Of course, if something goes wrong, the giant can just hand over those 'small dirt walls' in front of him
"I hope it doesn't go around to the south and have enough fun inside the village before coming over. Otherwise it will be a bit of a chore then..."
Patting the vats, George sighed - there was not enough kerosene at the moment, and the resin collected was not more. So some of what was contained inside these vats was spirits.
These soju he tried, it is possible to ignite.
He looked at the other wall opposite with some heartache, which was also filled with five or six oak vats. These spirits plus the amount of kerosene and turpentine, basically enough.
But his small coffers, but to shrink a large part of it.
"Goron, I'll fuck you..." Wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes, George turned around and headed for the tower.
He really had no way to ignite that Goron's thick skin and fat, relying on those few barrels of oil alone could not. And the pit below and dug very, more than 20 meters deep, enough to bury five or six floors to! If there is not enough stuff, I'm afraid they will have to spill on the four walls.
After reaching the castle's bell tower, George made sure that the clock had been rehung, and then headed back.
These days the food has been transferred to the castle. And the people have basically finished harvesting, and it is estimated that in a day or two, they will be able to start planting autumn potatoes.
When he returned to the tavern, George saw Rona was squatting next to the fire pit to deal with the deer. Next to it were two wounded wolves pretending to be pitiful and were licking her arm ingratiatingly.
'The increase in food through hunting is really quite a lot, this one deer with the bones removed is also enough to reach about 60 units!'
On average, these days he brings back 30 or 50 units of food every day!
Recently the training volume is relatively large, these pot-bellied man no one has to eat four or five pounds a day, Alexander is a man topped seven or eight. But the daily consumption of the tavern is also about eleven or twelve units of food. So these days George hunted back the food, indeed a lot of surplus.
But these meat is not stored for so many days, and because of the lack of salt, so half of the meat are mixed with grain thrown into the pot of the people - the hundred or so people a day consumption is about 15 units, so these days food is not only not consumed, but also increased a little!
Of course, if there is salt, the stored food will be more.
Looking back, George was just in time to see Rona throwing some offal to the wolf, looking at him with a face of flesh pain. He knew that people here never eat offal, but at a time like now, no one cares about that. What's more, after chopping it up and stewing it inside the cauldron, no one could tell.
"Rona, these dogs just eat rats, you've been feeding them so well these past few days, they're not even trying to catch them!"
Rona took a look at the wounds on the two wolves, directly ignored the words of the black hearted lord, and she well turned around and turned her butt towards him.
"..."
George a burst of speechless, he found out, this stinky girl since familiar with himself, they have developed two habits - ignoring him, back to him.
Sometimes even dare to roll their eyes at him!