Let Go Of That Primordial Man

As the snowflakes fell all over the sky, the small village of the Blackstone tribe, as well as the surrounding fields and forests, were once again covered with a thick layer of snow; the activities of the Blackstone tribe suddenly became rare.

This is a habit they have developed in their previous lives. Unless necessary, they will never go out for too many activities in winter, so as to avoid excessive physical exertion and thus need more food to supplement.

Even if the current Blackstone tribe does not lack food at all, this habit is still maintained by them, and it will be difficult to correct it within at least one or two years.

Considering that these natives under his command have worked hard for a year, so it is not too much to rest for a winter. Master Niu also let these people stay in their rooms and enjoy the rare leisurely.

Of course, the two infantry phalanxes of Mr. Niu, who are the standing force of the Black Rock Tribe, did not stop training them no matter how bad the weather was that day.

It’s amazing to change the previous full-day training to the current morning practice, and let them go home to rest in the afternoon; as for whether they will continue to practice their own wives when they go home, it is completely out of Mr. Niu’s consideration .

Under normal circumstances, this kind of training is led by Mang himself; but occasionally when Master Niu is going crazy, he will personally train these fighters.

Often at this time, it means that a group of soldiers, who have been trained to live and die, have arrived...

The moment before dawn is the time when people sleep most soundly.

However, Master Niu, who had just finished his daily Yuan Energy cultivation and repaired the dark wounds in his body with the rough white jade coin, didn't feel sleepy at all.

In the room outside the door, the cute little girl Sanya's little snoring sound was extremely sound even in her deep sleep.

Immediately, Master Niu realized a very important problem: It seems that the vigilance of the Blackstone tribe is still too low. If the chicken tribe is dead, the heart of Blackstone will not die. What should I do if I am sneaked in under this situation? ?”

Even if they didn't come to sneak attack, a powerful beast sneak attack, with the current vigilance of the whole tribe, wouldn't it be a big loss; no, we must help them build up enough sense of crisis, and urgent training is still a must. We must continue to strengthen.

After thinking of this, Master Niu, who was filled with a sense of responsibility, directly picked up the electric horn by the bed, walked out of the room door, and headed towards the center of the village.

If someone could see the excited expression on Master Niu's face at this moment, then they would know what this thing is, and they must strengthen the sense of crisis in the Black Stone Tribe.

It's nothing more than that I can't sleep, and when the bad taste strikes again, I plan to take the militia team out to practice and pass the time.

Of course, Mr. Niu still has some ideas about training the warriors in the tribe so that they can react faster when a crisis comes, but it is unknown how much of it accounts for it!

Attention all the militiamen of the Blackstone Tribe! This is an emergency assembly, this is an emergency combination, the counting is just beginning, one, two... The extremely loud noise rang out in the peaceful and harmonious small village, and it immediately caused countless people to Jifeigou jumped up.

According to the provisions of the militia drill code with only a few clauses formulated by Master Niu patting his head.

Under the emergency gathering in this situation, the relevant personnel must put on all the armor and hold the weapons before Master Niu counts from one to two hundred, and line up in front of Master Niu.

For those who failed to arrive on time and those who were not dressed up to the standard, Master Niu's strange punishment methods, absolutely no one would like to learn.

As a result, countless hurried figures rushed over from different cabins, and while running, they kept arranging their clothes and armor.

At the same time, from the wooden huts in the small villages of the many Blackstone tribes, the sounds of cubs crying and women yelling could be heard; all of a sudden, the whole village was full of vitality.

What makes all the militia fighters very fortunate is that Master Niu didn't go crazy when he counted today.

I counted from one to two hundred honestly, instead of missing dozens or hundreds of numbers directly in the middle, intentionally or unintentionally, as I did once or twice before.

In this way, when the number 200 in Master Niu's mouth dropped, all the panting militia fighters were finally in place and found their place in the formation...

After carefully walking back and forth in the queue for two laps, Master Niu finally showed quite a satisfied look on his face: Yes, I finally didn't take the wrong weapon today, the guy who went out with the fire stick at home ; The armor on his body is still neatly dressed.

Facing Master Niu's rare praise, the militiamen who worked hard to puff up their chests, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, Master Niu raised the big horn in his hand again.

Then a huge roar sounded in the village again: Attention all militia units, the two hundred miles back and forth field training will start immediately, let's go~

After Master Niu's order was issued, the hard-working militiamen of the Black Stone Tribe had no choice but to set off with Master Niu who took the lead with a sad face.

If the round-trip distance was only two hundred miles, it would be no difficulty at all for the aborigines who grew up running and growing up in these mountains and forests.

It's just Master Niu's field training, which is so simple and refreshing.

First, after running out of the city wall collectively, they will be divided into two groups, and they will work together to carry a log weighing hundreds of catties, and then it will be their running time.

The lucky group can often pick a log that is lighter in weight, but only three or four hundred catties. Running down is very choking.

The only thing that kept them from complaining was that whether it was the leader of the warriors, Mang, or the distinguished Master Niu, they all chose a super-large log weighing a thousand catties among the logs, and carried it on their shoulders alone and ran.

And no matter what, Master Niu, who was considered the shortest figure among the fighters of the Blackstone tribe, was always at the forefront of the team and never fell behind.

So no matter how difficult the training along the way is, no militia fighter has ever given up.

It was also like this that the Blackstone Tribe, the only specialized small tribe in the Luolei Mountains, was honed to become sharper and sharper after being continuously honed.

Like a peerless sword, once it is unsheathed, it will definitely shock the world.