Wasteland Lord: Starting from Thirty Days to Live

Because of John's report, Vittorio realized that the domestic reforms were making some progress and it was time to pay attention to the military—although he could only command about twenty combat personnel.

For the past two months, Eileen has been busy taking care of the wounded, Vittorio has been busy with training and reforms, everyone has been busy, and Isolde has naturally not been idle either.

She was training troops.

The guards brought from the capital and Stonemill Town had all sorts of problems.

The guards from the capital lacked combat experience and were easily frightened.

The guards in Shimo Town were relatively unruly and disobedient.

To improve their combat effectiveness, Vittorio asked Isolde to train them.

Vittorio didn't just randomly appoint Isolde as coach; after all, some Cavaliers are only good at one-on-one battles, not at organizing their teams.

But Isolde is different.

In the character module, under the "Profession" section, Isolde is displayed as follows.

【Profession:

1. Novice Knight: Proficient in the Silver Thorn Flow Imprint Body Technique, peak of the Shaping Period.

2. Junior Instructor: Possesses certain combat command and military training capabilities.

In other words, besides being able to fight alone, Isolde was also quite capable in combat command and soldier training.

So it's perfect to hand these twenty troublemakers over to her.

Now Vittorio also wants to see the results of her training.

The training ground was set up in an open area outside the castle, where some wooden stakes have now been placed for the guards to train.

When Vittorio arrived, he didn't hear the expected shouts of a young, vigorous man, but instead heard a woman's screams.

Wow! So handsome!

Vittorio walked over and saw three or four teenage girls surrounding the training ground.

Vittorio couldn't recall their names, but their faces looked familiar.

These three girls are rare young women of marriageable age in the camp and are very popular there. I never expected them to come here to watch the guards train.

Vittorio thought to himself, 'They must be captivated by the soldiers' young, strong bodies; that damned youth.'

However, their next words caught Vittorio completely off guard.

"Lord Isolde, you're so handsome!"

wrong!

On the training field, Isolde hooked his hand and knocked down two, three, four at once.

"You haven't mastered it yet, but you've remembered everything I taught you, that's good."

Isolde looked dashing and confident. With a flick of her hair, her golden hair shone brightly in the sunlight. Her face was full of determination and confidence, making her look more elegant and handsome than those men rolling in the mud.

"Oh, I really want to marry her!"

Yes...yes.

Edmund, standing beside him, wore a fatherly smile.

"It's so good to be young."

Vittorio stepped forward and spoke to Isolde.

"Long time no see, how's your practice going?"

"Ah, Lord Vittorio, thanks to your guidance, I've had them focus on the spear formation, and it's already looking quite effective."

The saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger." Even women and children, when trained to wield long spears and lances, cannot be approached by ordinary strong men.

Compared to swords, spears were more suitable for their militia formation.

Therefore, Vittorio advised them to abandon swordsmanship and take up spears instead.

"By the way, how are the samples I asked you to make?"

"I've already instructed them to do it in their spare time."

She came to a practice stake and dragged a heavy object from there.

That was a barricade.

Take three thick old oak trunks, cut them to the same size, and bind them together with a horizontal wooden pole.

The difference between this barricade and other barricades is that, although they are all pointed, the head of this barricade is darker.

Isolio explained the reason.

"Sir, this is as you requested. It was first roasted over a fire, and then soaked in pine resin. Sure enough, it became hard."

Then she took out something else.

It was a long rope made of twisted vines, with some animal bone fragments threaded through it.

"This is a tripwire with a bell, made as you requested. It can be placed far out so that the enemy's movements can be heard."

Edmund crouched down to examine the two items closely, his eyes showing approval.

"That's good. These two items are very practical, and the raw materials are very simple, almost all of them are locally sourced."

Vittorio nodded.

"In addition to that, I also taught Isolde tactics such as digging trenches, pouring hot water from upstairs, and scattering lime bags, and I hope to promote them to everyone in the camp."

Edmund gave a subtle smile.

"Sprinkling lime, pouring hot water, things like that are the kind of things your head would come up with, but I won't refuse anything that's useful."

"In that case, let's produce a batch of these chevaux-de-frise and place them around the castle. We'll also add tripwires and bells, which will lighten the burden on the patrol personnel."

Edmund nodded.

"We'll do as you say."

Vittorio thought to himself that this was all the military measures he could manage for the time being.

Improving military capabilities starts with training, followed by equipment.

In this world, equipment is perhaps even more important.

Because the soldiers are not fighting against humans, but against monsters and demons!

Frenzied monsters are more likely to fight to the death than humans, causing damage, which makes certain protective gear crucial.

Furthermore, it would be great to have ranged weapons to deal with irrational creatures like Warcraft.

Although this world also has technology and things similar to magic, magic is ultimately a privilege of a few.

In Vittorio's view, the technology in this world was completely off track, all focused on biopharmaceuticals and human research.

Conversely, very few weapons of mass destruction were invented.

If we could use the system to recreate the firearms from the previous life in this world.

Rockets, guns...

When the time comes, Daze will use tactical ground control. What Warcraft? Let my individual rocket launcher talk!

Vittorio imagined it in his mind, feeling a kind of ambition spreading in his heart.

But ambition is just ambition. In the current situation, there isn't even a decent iron mine, let alone a skilled blacksmith. They can't even forge the most ordinary swords. It's all just talk.

However, one must take things one step at a time, and Vittorio feels that as long as things continue at the current pace, the future is still very promising.

In short, we can only handle this matter to this extent for now, and then we should continue to train the "will to survive" that Edmund mentioned.

What's troubling is that, as time goes on, more and more monsters have been appearing in the vicinity these past few days, and even the survivors dare not continue to go far away to gather wild herbs and vegetables.

Vittorio and Edmund also increasingly sensed the abnormality of their surroundings, becoming more vigilant and increasing their guard, and deploying as many newly made barricades and tripwires as possible around the castle.

Finally, the unexpected happened one night three days later.

That night was in mid-February, and it was supposed to be a clear night with a bright silver moon hanging high in the sky.

But after midnight, dark clouds drifted across the sky, and the moonlight suddenly became dim and unclear.

The soldiers on night watch in the tower rubbed their sleepy eyes and suddenly saw an extremely unusual sight!

The moonlight... has been swallowed up?

His eyes widened suddenly.

No... it wasn't swallowed up, but rather it was covered up.

It's like someone holding a disc and gradually covering the moon from one side, then letting its light fade away.

If Vittorio were standing here right now, he would know exactly what had happened—a lunar eclipse.

But the soldiers on night watch did not understand.

All he knew was that the white light was decreasing, while the other half was turning increasingly red.

In mid-February, the moon turned red!

This phenomenon only occurs once every ten years or so, and they have a special term for it—"red eyes."

Crimson eyes are usually accompanied by beast tides comparable to the dark blood moon at the end of October.

The soldiers faced the dark forest, where many gleaming eyes were already open, silently waiting for the red light to completely cover the moon.

The night watchman's heart clenched suddenly.

"Red Eyes! Blood Moon Descends! Get up!!! Monster Attack!!!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs.