17 Transforming the Village [2]

Violent was an uncivilized way to solve problems, but sometimes it was better than reason. If people did not want to listen to anything, even the best idea was useless. Kingdom's law was not sunshine that reached everywhere in its territory, the same for this remote village. There was no law here; people just lived their life, no unity in their thought. How could they protect themselves for monsters in a situation like this? It was hopeless.

Heiner wanted to change it, and then he started. After the chief of this village gathered, a young man, taking down an arrogant one, appeared to be a pillar of this nameless village. The strange feeling showed in villagers' eyes, hope. Their lifeless face brightened once they saw what an outsider could do. It was a brand new in this place.

Regenmaer admitted defeat after getting one hit. He respected outsider's strength, and that made this transforming process smoother. Heiner appointed him as captain of warriors group, fighting in melee combat. Training his men how to fight was his task. His group had to patrol all day and night for securing our safety.

The name of the chief's granddaughter was Beyhild. She was the best hunter in this village, proficiency in using bows. Heiner assigned her as vice commander and a leader of the hunter group. She took responsibility for managing supplies, sending bowman to hunt. As a leader of the hunter group, she had to inexperience one to be a bowman, including all women as Heiner, the commander, wanted all women could protect themselves and children.

The rest was construction, cooking, and hospitalization, Eadda was a leader of this convenient service. In fact, Heiner took the most task in the construction part. He planned to dig around the village with his <Extract> skill and use the same ability to get stone for the masonry in Eadda's group. The top priority of workmanship was building a base in the center of the village, a stronghold that would shelter who was unable to fight.

It took Heiner half a day to extract enough stone for masonry to work for days, then he decided the location of the front gate and started to dig a canal, five meters in depth and width. Extracting this much uses a lot of stamina, this young commander was tired and took a rest every fifty square meters. Those cubics of dirt he dug were piled at the center of the village to raise the ground high. The young leader stopped working when the sky darkened, the canal progressed about ten percents at the end of the day. It was too slow. No one knew the schedule of monster invading, and this pace was not fast enough. He needed more contribution points on stamina, but sadly, he spent them all to strength last time.

"Hey! Put more strength when you slashed down." Regenmaer pointed at one of his men and spoke loudly. That person was tired as his face paled, same as others. It was a hellish training, exhausting all the energies they had. Looking from afar, Heiner walked to the training ground and patted on Regenmaer's shoulder.

"Let them rest. Don't train with everything they have. Sparing half of the stamina, in the case of enemy ambushed at night." Heiner interrupted the additional training. Happiness appeared in the eyes of people who struggle in training ground. They are tired to the point of dying. Yes, they all knew that without training, they would die once facing enemies, but Regenmaer's training might kill them first. With Regenmaer's temper, no one dared to speak out and endured until now.

"Okay. Let's called it a day. See you here in the morning, but you and you." Regenmaer pointed to those two who looked better than others. "You two patrols until midnight and then you and you take your turn until sunrise. Now you get your meals and rest."

After finishing his words, Regenmaer followed his commander to an individual table where the principal members were sitting and having their meal. As soon as the big guy arrived, Grimbald, the village chief, started the meeting.

"How about your side, Regenmaer? Are they doing well?"

"I am not sure." Regenmaer looked at a villager who was serving his meal, saying 'thanks' to him and turned his head to Grimbald. "I bet that most of them were holding a weapon for the first time."

"From what I saw, we can't expect them to fight a one-on-one battle," Heiner said seriously. "Let train them to fight as a small group, three versus one. One tower shield at the front and two spears at the back or one spear and one sword with a shield."

"How about bowmen?" Beyhild was curious as they did not have a stronghold, tower, or wall at the moment. If Heiner had the plan in mind, she wanted to know.

"Hmm. It was not a problem if everything finishes before the battle, but it will be troublesome if enemies make their move first." The young commander turned his head to the old man who was eating. "Granpa Eadda, please make four mini towers with wheels by tomorrow."

"Sure. Leave it to me." Eadda replied confidently. As he had the most workforce in his hand, what he needed to do was just pausing other tasks and focusing on making mini towers, that's it.

The key members had a conversation in detail until they finished their meal and left. Heiner did not sleep at Eadda's hut as he had a tent near the training ground. While villagers were resting, the one in the tent did not sleep as he was thinking something. Outside, the moonlight could be seen, reflexing a pair of eyes in the darkness. Something was watching from the tree without anyone noticed. It seemed something bad might happen sooner or later.