My Frostmourne can't be so cute

However, the militiamen seemed to have actively ignored this point. After listening to Ma Long's words, instead of feeling the fear of the orcs, they showed a look of desire one by one.

Of course, this desire for battle and revenge is only because Malone’s previous speech evoked their hatred of the orcs. When it comes to the battlefield, this desire will soon become a stronger fear-after all, not every Individuals are born to face blood and death.

"You all know that my uncle, Anduin Lothar, is the commander of Stormwind. My uncle trained me. He taught me how to fight, how to kill enemies on the battlefield and survive. The skills have been brought to the West Spring Fortress. Now, until a long time in the future, we will teach you these skills."

"Maybe some of you are stupid, and always can’t learn... But it’s okay, I, and the soldiers of the Xiquan Garrison are very patient. We will train you over and over again, until you become like us and become Qualified fighters, at that time... we are like those wild beasts launching a counterattack, let them taste the fear of death!"

Malone shouted.

"it is good!"

Altea took the lead and shouted-in fact, she didn't quite understand what Malone was saying, but it didn't matter, anyway, what Malone said was right in her heart.

"Ahem..."

Ma Long smiled awkwardly at Altea, then waved her hand to signal her to be quieter; the girl nodded sensibly, and continued to stand still, staring at Ma Long with admiring eyes.

"Okay, next, your task is to help everyone in the town fill the water tank from door to door in accordance with the teams that are now divided!"

Seeing the eyes of the militiamen gathered on him, waiting for his next order, Ma Long waved his hand vigorously and said loudly.

Suddenly, the militia team calmed down. Everyone, including the soldiers of the Xiquan Garrison, was stunned in place, and the expressions on their faces were particularly wonderful.

"Hahaha..."

Surrounded not far away, the refugees who were curiously observing how Ma Long would train these strong men were also stunned, and then burst into loud laughter—they couldn’t understand how they could train these militiamen on the battlefield and fetch water. what relationship.

"Okay!...Huh? Why go to fetch water?"

Altea agreed with Malone's words as always, but soon, her face was also full of bewilderment, which was really cute.

"Ahem... Chief Lothar, you said... You want us to fetch water?"

Paul trot to Malone's side, confirming in a low voice whether his hearing was intact.

"Yes, is there any problem?"

Malone asked back.

"No, absolutely not! Guaranteed to complete the task!"

Paul replied loudly, and then ran back to the front of the militia.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and execute Chief Lothar's orders! Get water for me! If anyone dares to be lazy...Punish him not to eat lunch!"

Paul shouted loudly.

The militiamen realized that they were already soldiers. Before Malone had come, Paul had threatened the serious consequences of these militiamen’s disobedience of the military order, so they quickly dispersed and ran to the surrounding houses. .

"Hey, you guys, it's you! Don't run around, just give me a good team to act together!"

Paul yelled after the militiamen seriously.

So the militiamen finally remembered that they were all "organized." When they ran back or stopped to look for their teammates, there was a mess in the square of Night Town.

"Hey, Paul, why did Chief Lothar want us to fetch everyone?"

Robin and a few soldiers from the West Springs Garrison approached Paul and asked in a low voice.

"You don't understand this, drawing water is also one of the ways of training."

Paul said triumphantly.

"Fetching water is also training?"

Robin asked in surprise.

"Of course, you see, there are not enough water buckets in the town. Those who can’t get a bucket can only carry the water tank to the side of the well... Five people carry a water tank. Although it is not difficult, it requires cooperation. You understand. So, Chief Lothar is training their ability to cooperate. At the same time, drawing water can also help you build your body.

Paul carefully explained to his fellow citizens.(To be continued.)

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"Although I didn't understand what you were talking about... but my instinct told me that you were talking nonsense."

Robin also spoke to Paul very seriously.

"Well, I admit that I don't know, but since Chief Lothar said so, we just do."

Paul said with embarrassment after being ruthlessly dismantled by Robin.

"Well, it's not bad to do something for everyone, anyway, idle is idle... let's go!"

Robin shook his head and greeted the soldiers of the Xiquan Garrison around him and walked to the nearby houses.

Seeing the militiamen making a mess, but finally carrying out his orders, Ma Long couldn't help laughing.

In fact, letting these militiamen work in groups to fetch water for the refugees in the town was just a whim of Ma Long.

There are countless ways to train these militiamen in Ma Long's mind, some belong to this world, some come from the earth.

He can strengthen the physique of these militias through various trainings such as push-ups, long-distance running or squatting, combining the modern military training system from the earth and the principles of training the army learned from Anduin Lothar’s memory in Marlon Lothar’s memory. , Ma Long has absolute confidence to build the most powerful army on the mortal level.

But reason told Ma Long that he could not rush for success-no matter what the physical fitness of these refugees before, after the long and arduous journey of the past two weeks, their bodies could not adapt to the sudden high-intensity training.

In Yese Town, the refugees’ food conditions are well replenished, but it takes time to recover from their weakness.

Ma Long didn't plan to start training now, but he didn't want to let these militiamen sit idle either-so he sent them to fetch water.

When taking a bath last night, Ma Long thought about this question-Vera has herself at home so that she can save the fatigue of fetching water; but what about other refugees?What if there are no strong men at home, or houses where women live together?

Now, this problem has been solved very well. After filling the water tanks in the refugees' homes every day, Ma Long also plans to let the militiamen dig out a public toilet on the edge of the town.

——Malone from the modern age can't bear the behavior of the refugees who are big/urinating/pooping everywhere.

Just as he was triumphant about his plan, Ma Long suddenly saw a somewhat lonely figure-the militias had dispersed into the town, but Altea was still standing in place, blinking at those vivid black eyes. By yourself.

"Altea, why are you standing here? Where are the others in your team?"

Ma Long quickly walked over and asked the girl.

"I don't have a team."

Altea replied.

"why?"

Ma Long asked curiously.