Strictly speaking, Winters' training intensity is not high. He marches about fifteen kilometers a day, with only weapons.

If it is a standing army, the field marching must travel at least twenty kilometers a day, or if it is carried with a full set of weapons and battalion equipment.

The little Dusaks were still tortured to cry and call her parents. According to Gillard, Pierre even urinated blood. However, the boy never said anything depressing and fell asleep when he got home.

Pierre suffered, and the Mitchells saw it in their eyes and felt it hurt in their hearts.

But Gillard still patted his chest and said to the lieutenant: "Train this kid hard, he will be mine to exhaust him."

But Ellen Mitchell became increasingly unbearable. Every bruise, redness, swelling and blisters on Pierre were tormented.

Winters was surprised to find a subtle change in the direction of the Mitchell home.

Mrs. Mitchell, who strongly advocated sending her son to the militia, hopes to hire someone to serve Pierre, or simply let Pierre leave the militia and wait until it becomes Ding.

Gillard, who had originally firmly opposed Pierre's entry into the military, now said that he would not agree to substitute or let Pierre leave the militia.

The Mitchells had another big fight.

In the end, Pierre made his own decision: "Dad, mom, stop arguing, I want to stay in the militia."

...

Time passes by in a hurry.

On the fourth Tuesday of October, a foggy day, Winters received a transfer order.

The militia gathered in the town square and the family came to see him off.

The son leaves his parents, the husband leaves his wife, the father leaves his children, the brother leaves his younger brother... It is a miserable scene.

Even if he had experienced it many times, Winters could not feel numb about it.

He couldn't bear to see it, so he went to help Gillard load the car.

Xinken land is sparsely populated and has to camp in the wild most of the time along the way. Cooking utensils and grain are loaded with four double-set trucks, and the tent is carried by the militia.

Gillard bought both the horse and the cart with money from the town. Gillard Mitchell was not only a good mayor, but also a good man. Winters was only grateful to him without saying anything.

Winters bought an additional double-set cart, which only said to be the second lieutenant's suit, but in fact the young lion was hidden inside.

Bell was no longer able to take care of the young lion, and Winters took the lion from the Osman's house to the security office and fed it with cooked minced meat mixed with goat's milk.

Seeing that the little guy's size was getting bigger and bigger, he had grown to 17 pounds in a blink of an eye, and he was like a big dog when he picked it up.

Winters couldn't help but seriously consider Bell's proposal: hand over the "White Lion" to a certain Hed tribe on the grassland, and then there is no need to worry anymore, because the other party will definitely happily present the White Lion to their Khan King.

It sounds ridiculous at first glance, but it is feasible when you think about it carefully.

He couldn't bear to die when he saw him, and he really couldn't bear to kill the little lion who would lick him affectionately.

No matter how bad it is, bringing the lion to the wilderness far away from Wolf Town to release animals is also a way.

So Bell and the Lion Lion both appeared in the team, and Bell served in the service instead of Ashley Wilkes.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind it! But the little hunter didn't know that Winters privately returned the money paid by the Wilkes family.

In writing, Bell is not a substitute, but a voluntary service, and can also deduct the period of Dusak's first phase of active service.

Ralph should also hope that his son can be accepted by the Dussa again.

No one came to see Bell, nor did anyone come to see the ponytailer Angru. The two boys who lost their parents sat in the cart and looked silently at the militia in the town square and the family.

Among the people who came to see him off, there was another person who shouldn't have appeared here: Franz's "famous teacher" Schmidt.

Winters walked to the southeast corner of town square, and in the unobtrusive corner, the old gray-haired executioner was talking to his grandson.

The executioner grandson wore a simple gray coat, which was completely different from their costumes on the execution ground.

The old executioner came to send his grandson Heinrich Schmidt.

Seeing the second lieutenant coming, Franz took off his hat and bowed deeply: "Thank you for giving Heinrich a chance, sir."

"A handful."

Anyway, the executioner is killing people. This is a cursed profession, and the "bad type of executioner" is the most vicious swearing.

People need executioners, but they also despise, despise, and stay away from executioners.

Because there is no other industry, the crowd accepts them, and the executioner often becomes a family craft in the end.

Many executioner families were assigned to be executioners because of their reputations, and this was the case with the Schmidt family.

The famous teacher Franz dreamed that he could restore his family's reputation. If not, at least he would let his descendants get rid of the fate of the executioner.

The draw in Wolf Town is an opportunity. After serving as a soldier, Heinrich will have the right to purchase new land in the Republic first.

There, he might be able to hide his identity, bury his family's past, and have the life of an ordinary farmer.

"Don't be afraid of hardship, don't miss home..." Franz told me in a nagging manner.

Heinrich nodded, but his grandfather's next move surprised him.

The old executioner took out the beheading sword from the carriage and solemnly handed it over to his grandson.

"Bring this." Franz said word by word: "Remember the pain this sword brings to the Schmidt family, and always remember it."

"What should you do, Master?" Heinrich held the sword in panic.

Franz sighed: "It's time for me to retire, too."

...

"Brother Winters! The car is ready!" Charles ran to Winters and said unhurriedly: "When will you leave?"

"Shar." Winters patted Shire on the shoulder: "You have to call me a centurion now."

The Wolf Town Hundreds Team, with 80 soldiers, two military police and one officer, have all arrived.

Two military police quotas were appointed by Winters to Schal and Heinrich Schmidt.

The team was arranged in two neat columns, and Father Kaman presided over the blessing ceremony for the departure.

After the ceremony, Kaman pulled out two horses from the back of the church yard, one with a saddle and the other with a bag.

"How can you do without a military priest?" the young priest asked with a smile.

Monk Reed came over from the crowd who saw him off: "Brother Kaman, are you going with him?"

"I'm not relieved if I don't follow you." Kaman said as if begging for forgiveness.

"Oh, you're gone, it's not interesting for me to stay here." Reed sighed and said to the lieutenant: "Boy, are you still missing a scribe?"

Winters didn't say nonsense either: "I'll ask Char to pack you up."

"What kind of clothing do I have?" The old beg monk laughed: "When I came, I only had a clean and honest sleeve, and naturally I only had a clean and honest sleeve when I left."

"Angru!"

The little ponytail ran over.

"Prepare the red mane with saddle and ride it for monk Reed."

"You kid, I think you want me to die." The old monk glared at the lieutenant: "Let me ride a horse with this old bone? You can think of it. Don't you have a big car? I'll take the car."

After saying that, the old monk walked towards the carriage in a cool manner.

Winters stepped into the strong fortune and glanced at the soldiers' faces. The town of Wolf was filled with morning mist, and the forests, mountains and thousands of years of snow were hidden in the distance.

"Start." He gently snatched his horse's ribs and walked out of the town square the first.
Chapter completed!