When I woke up the next day, the little mouse was gone. Leo looked around the camp but couldn't find it, so he asked everyone he met, "Where is my little mouse?" A child pointed to the big river outside the camp and said timidly, "It looks like it's heading to the river." Leo searched for a while along the river bank before he found her on a gravelly shallow beach. At this moment, the little mouse squatted on the river bank, shivering and curled up into a ball, while reaching out its hands to search in the shallow water. Because she didn't want her clothes to get wet, she turned up the hem of her long dress and tied it around her waist, revealing her bare lower body. From the thighs to the soles of the feet, the snow-white skin was covered with shocking frostbite. Olivia had more than one child to take care of, and she didn't have any extra pants to lend to Mouse. Finally, she clasped her hands together and picked up a small fish the size of a finger. She was so happy that her big eyes narrowed into a cute arc. Afraid that the little fish would break free, the mouse impatiently stuffed it into its mouth without even having time to wash the mud off the fish.
The younger children in the pioneer team could only receive food once a day. For the morning meal, they could only eat a few bites from their parents' bowls, or each person would be given a few cooked peas, but obviously no one would call the little mouse. So she could only secretly save a few bites of bread for herself, or find food in the wild. The good thing is that she doesn't have to work with her family like other children of her age, and she has a whole day to look for food. The bad thing is that food is really hard to find in the North in winter. Leo walked up to her, pinched her cheek, and inserted two fingers to try to pinch the fish out. The little mouse hurriedly swallowed the fish, which he had not yet chewed up, with great effort, and covered his head to resist the attack. Then he realized that the person coming was Leo. She lowered her head nervously, like a child who had been caught committing a crime. I was wrong. I should have given the fish to my dad first. Leo didn't even have the energy to teach her a lesson, he just said: "You're too slow in catching fish, watch me." As he spoke, he moved stones, quickly cleared out a small pond, and built a dam. Leaving a gap leading to the river at the small pond, Leo clapped his hands and called to the little mouse, "Let's go, don't play by the river alone, be careful or Olivia won't give you food." "Where's the fish?" "Come over tonight and it will be available." "Where's the bread?" "What kind of bread?" "You promised yesterday..." After Leo's shameless persuasion, Olivia finally showed mercy and secretly gave him a piece of soft bread. Amid the little mouse's admiring gaze and repeated calls of "Dad", Leo gave her the bread as a reward. Breakfast was still hard bread, only half the weight of dinner, and came with a large pot of boiling hot water.
In addition, there is a piece of plant rhizome that is similar to sweet potato but more like yam. This is the deer horn cassava unique to the North. It can survive in frozen soil and can keep you from getting hungry better than bread. Its only drawback is that it is poisonous and eating too much of it can easily lead to death. After finishing his breakfast with difficulty, Leo waved his hand and said to the young man beside him: "Ivan, notify the militia to gather for training." In just a moment, all the members of the militia arrived. There were only twenty people present, several of whom were wearing bandages. The pioneering team was already seriously short of young and strong laborers, and the members of the militia were the main force among them, and they all had work to do during the day. When I was recruited by Uliyang in the village, I could only squeeze out some time before breakfast and after dinner to participate in training. If we talk about the truly full-time soldiers in the entire team, Leo is the only one who doesn't have to farm. The reason why other militiamen initially joined was simply because Ulyanov was able to provide a pound of bread every day as an extra meal for the militia. This is serious, as many poor farmers may not even have one pound of food a day in winter. But after the baptism of this migration, the surviving militiamen deeply realized the importance of armed forces, especially in this undeveloped wilderness. Therefore, once the call was made, except for the seven or eight veterans who were scattered by Ulyan to patrol and guard around the camp, the remaining militiamen gathered quickly, even the injured were not left behind. After more than a year of extra meals and training by Uliyan, these militiamen are obviously a bit stronger than ordinary villagers, and their clothes are also relatively thick. Half of the militiamen were wearing simple protective gear made of various furs, and they looked like a group of Russian hunters from the Tsarist era. Due to the inability to provide sufficient food, the militia basically does not conduct any high-intensity physical training. Most of the time, Ulyan or other retired veterans teach the militia the basics of weapon mastery, offensive and defensive techniques, and combat formations. Many combat skills may seem simple, but they can greatly improve the militia's combat effectiveness and survival rate. Fighting and killing enemies is not as simple as imagined. If only two villagers are equipped with weapons, they may slash each other more than ten times, and no one will be seriously injured or killed even if they are covered in blood. But it is different for soldiers who have undergone training and actual combat. They often only have one or two opportunities to attack on the battlefield, and these one or two opportunities are the key to victory. This is why disabled retired veterans can easily deal with three or five village thugs. In addition to their stronger physical fitness, their attacks are more swift and deadly. Since the previous militia leader left the team halfway through the migration because his wife and children fell ill, Leo, whose combat effectiveness had improved the most, was promoted and became the new militia leader. However, due to the difficulty of migration, Leo has never called the militia for training like Ulian and the previous militia leader. With the mindset of a time traveler, he has a slightly different view on the way of fighting. Close combat is too rough and not elegant enough, long-range attacks are the way to go! Having been bitten to death by a kobold once, Leo was not willing to try it again. Although the original owner's violent and aggressive temper continued to affect him, the time traveler's elegant soul still dominated, and he had a strong resistance to cold weapon combat. Unfortunately, the village where Leo was born was not a village good at archery, and the villagers were all honest farmers. If it were a village that relied on fishing and hunting for a living, just by gathering the men in the village, they could form a powerful team of archers. But it doesn’t matter, they are tough and strong, so you can teach them other things first.
Leo first asked the militiamen to line up before announcing loudly: "Starting today, we are going to practice javelin throwing. My requirements are simple: don't let it fall to the ground within fifty yards, and hit five out of ten within twenty yards. If you fail to meet the standards, your dinner food will be reduced by half." The militiamen looked at each other. A brown-haired young man named Vichi, who was only two years older than Leo, hesitated and said, "But we still need to reclaim wasteland, right? Uncle Ulyan said that we must reclaim at least 300 acres of wasteland in these three months, otherwise we will not be able to make it in time for spring planting in April." Leo was stunned for a moment and asked, "How big is an acre of land?" The militiamen all looked incredulous, and then filled with contempt. The ignorance of the group leader shocked even the illiterate. As a genuine country person, don't you know how big an acre of land is? Leo looked at everyone's expressions and was speechless. How would I know about your mu system? Who knows whether it is acre, public mu, city mu or some other mess? Besides, the original owner has never farmed the land and doesn't even have the basic concept of the mu system.
