Chapter 3

The stables are located in the northeast corner of the manor, which has domesticated more than 100 war horses, accounting for one tenth of the area of the old knight manor. More than a dozen servants took good care of the horses day and night, and dared not let the horses be wronged. It is no exaggeration to say that every war horse consumes three or five times more money than a servant.

Before going to the stable, kukas returned to his room, where he put on the unique armor of the knight's retinue.

A helmet with a visor, half body plate armor, iron leg guards, iron gloves with missing fingers, an ox horn Tomahawk and a horn shield.

The equipment is more than 80 pounds, of which the heaviest are ox horn Tomahawk and horn shield. Here we have to talk about horn shield.

This kind of shield is also very famous in castu area. It belongs to one handed shield, which is only qualified for use by knights and squires. It is more than twenty pounds, oval, and has two seven or eight inch long horns up and down. The horns are extremely sharp, much sharper than ordinary spears. The Knights grabbed the shield and pierced the log, which could easily pierce in.

After wearing the squire equipment, kukas weighed almost 300 pounds. The heavy boots pounded on the stone slab, and the servants in the stable saw kukas, a bald man, from a distance, and took his war horse out as fast as possible to get everything ready. The servants knew that the fierce squire in front of them was not only grumpy, but also extremely cruel. In just three years, seven or eight servants in the stable were killed alive by kukas because they couldn't take good care of his mount.

"Katyusha!" this is the name of the kukas war horse. This magnificent war horse was just bought by the old knight at the beginning of spring this year. Because kukas was too lazy to name it, he let it inherit the name of his predecessor. In other words, kukas has changed four or five war horses in the past three years, and the name of each war horse is Katyusha.

Unlike other knights and squires, kukas turned himself into a war horse alone. The baldheaded squire carried a shield in one hand and a battle axe in the other. He roared fiercely, "let's go! Katyusha!"

The black horse neighed and ran out of the manor. Kukas dropped his shield, hit the shield with the handle of the axe, and made strange noises. "Forward, Knight! Forward, Knight!"

"It seems that Lord kukas can't be transferred to a knight in a short time." a servant wiped his sweat, turned his head and looked around carefully.

"I dare say that if Lord kukas hears you, he will give you an ox horn Tomahawk, prepare you with armor and horses, and comment on whether you are right in a man's way." a servant secretly grabbed a handful of soybeans from the feed and stuffed them into his trouser legs. He wants to take these soybeans back to his son.

The servants continued to be busy with their own affairs. The knight's retinue kukas also rushed out of the manor and came to a hill in the north to exercise his knight skills.

Dozens of thick logs stand irregularly on a flat ground, and more than a dozen logs of different lengths are thrown on the ground as obstacles. Seven or eight servants came here early. They took more than ten cubits of white wax poles in their hands and scattered them among the logs. They leaned lazily on the stakes and waited for the knight to arrive.

"Forward, Knight!" kukas roared. The shield leaned forward for puncture, and the Tomahawk waved for chopping. The target was a servant standing in front of the log.

The servant didn't dare to resist directly. He lost the white wax rod and rolled behind the log. The other servants took the opportunity to wave the white wax rod and stab kukas.

With his excellent riding skills, kukas dodged seven or eight white wax poles and took the opportunity to kill the next servant.

The servants not only avoided kukas's attack, but also took the opportunity to carry logs on the ground and throw them around, so as to stop the impact of the knight's retinue.

After tossing for a while, kukas ordered the servants to stop and rest, while he jumped off the horse, took the axe and shield and began to chop a log.

It is said to chop logs, but the axe in my hand will stop whenever it is about to cut on the logs. After a spell, he stopped.

The war horse had finished resting, and the bald kukas jumped on the war horse again and began to control the war horse to cut logs, while the servants swam around and stabbed kukas with wax poles. What kukas did was to keep avoiding those attacks and not let the white wax rod hit him.

Throughout the morning, kukasdo and these servants wandered around the wooden column for training. Until noon, when a servant brought a lot of food and water, the people took a temporary rest.

The servants gathered together and whispered and laughed, while kukas thought to himself.

According to the rules, after lunch, kukas jumped on the war horse and said to the servants, "take a break here and get ready for the next. I'll go to inspect the manor territory."

The servants quickly nodded and agreed. Such a rule has lasted for more than three years. Since kukas came to the manor, there has been such a rule.

It is said that he was visiting the manor. In fact, kukas was very bored and practiced riding alone on the hills. Since he came to the manor as a knight and escort, no mob has rushed here to destroy crops and attack the manor for food. Because all the mobs who set foot on the manor territory were beheaded by the bloody and cruel kukas. Even if the mobs surrendered, the knight and squire would not let them go. He would bind them with strong hemp rope, and then expel them from some heavy labor, such as building manors, reclaiming wasteland, building underground secret rooms and so on.

It can be said that the old knight's manor can look like what it is now. In addition to the previous management, it can not do without the credit of kukas's slaves. Of course, because of those slaves, other knights and squires despised the bald kukas and thought he violated the rules of a knight. But the old knight never blamed him, so kukas continued to capture the mob as slaves.

Seven or eight hills were only thirty or fifty miles away, and the bald kukas finished his inspection in just two magic hours. He was disappointed that the mobs did not come to the knight manor, otherwise he would capture a group of slaves to build the granary in the manor.

You know, after some instructions from kukas, the servants in the manor have improved some planting skills, so as to greatly increase the grain output. Almost every season, a large amount of grain is discarded outside for rats to eat because there is no enough warehouse.

After the boring tour, kukas returned to his training ground, where he had enough rest, and the servants were ready for the next training.

Kukas took off his armor and only wore a cowhide shorts in this cold winter. A servant took the ointment mixed with essential oil and carefully applied it to every corner of kukas, even the place wrapped in his leather pants.

A standard horse step was stuck there, and seven or eight servants stabbed kukas with more than ten cubits of wax poles. Chest, back, neck, head, leg abdomen, arms, etc.

These servants are tall, seven cubits tall, and their strong muscles make them look very powerful. Wax sticks poked at kukas one by one, and kukas only felt the burning pain, which began to pass from his whole body to his brain.

A servant's wax stick poked in the wrong position, and kukas angrily scolded: "Damn it, do you have to draw a circle on those special positions to poke? Don't stop, hurry up."

The servants were terrified, but the movement of their hands did not stop. They tried their best to poke kukas, and every time they poked, they felt a numbness in their wrists. That's kukas's strength to mobilize his muscles to fight back according to the knight training method.

"This knight training method is the same as some external skill training methods in the previous life, but it's a pity to use the external skill training methods in the previous life. Most of them can only cultivate one place, but can't stimulate the whole body to burst out fighting spirit. Damn it, why didn't I cultivate the Kung Fu of golden bell mask and iron cloth shirt in the previous life? If I practiced those two external skills, it can't be said that they have already stimulated fighting spirit And become a real knight. "Feeling his muscles trembling, he seemed to feel a trace of heat flow released at the blow. But he knew that the heat flow was not a fight, but his illusion.

The servants poked almost every muscle and joint on kukas, which took a magic time. After this stabbing, it was the end of the knight's cultivation. However, kukas didn't stop. Instead, he asked the servants to change the guys. These servants took sticks and knocked on him for a while, but they didn't exert too much force, but carefully controlled their strength. After all, this is the cultivation method explored by kukas himself. Such a little practice is not afraid of any big problems.

The sky darkened, and the cold wind, as usual, roared from a distance. With the help of the servants, kukas applied a large amount of ointment mixed with special essential oil on his body, and then he wore armor.

"When you go back tonight, choose the strongest one among those slaves for me to use tomorrow." kukas twisted his neck around and heard a sound of GA jumping from his neck thick and thin with ordinary people's thighs. The servant on one side quickly nodded and agreed, not daring to look at kukas wearing armor.

"Clean up here and go back!" after wearing his armor, kukas jumped on the war horse and ran to the manor.

He returned to the manor shortly. It was dinner time. After habitually arguing with other knights and squires, he returned to his own room.

The heavy armor was hung on the wooden frame, the sharp ox horn Tomahawk was smeared with liquid for maintenance, and the white soft cloth was constantly wiped on it.

After finishing the maintenance of the weapon, kukas took off his clothes and lay on the stone bed to prepare his next homework.

The iron chain at the head of the bed was pulled down by him. After listening to a creak, a crack opened in the ceiling above him, and a long blue stone slowly fell from inside.

The long bluestone was more than a hundred kilograms, tied with seven or eight chains, and put it down a little bit, and finally fell slowly on kukas's chest.

The heavy boulder pressed on his chest, making it difficult for kukas to breathe. Fortunately, he was used to such practice. After using a special breathing method, he soon adapted to it.

Under the special breathing mode, kukas's muscles began to tremble slightly, and the muscles kept wriggling, causing slight turbulence to the long bluestone weighing more than 100 kilograms. But if the chain is pulled, you don't have to worry about falling down.

With the muscle wriggling, kukas felt bursts of slight tingling from his body to his head, which had appeared for a long time.

With the tingling becoming more and more intense, a trace of heat flow was born from his body. However, as soon as these heat flows were born, they dissipated again. So repeatedly, there was no change except that the sting became more and more severe.

Although there was some pain in his body, it was only a small problem for kukas. It didn't make him cry out at all. Of course, it was just a small problem for other knights and squires. Because of this way of exercise, they have started since the day they become knights and squires. After a few years, they are used to it.

After three magic hours, kukas pulled the bedside chain again and pulled the boulder up. After that, he jumped out of bed and ate some meat and honey to supplement his consumption.

The next morning, kukas woke up early. He dressed in a simple squire costume and put on the black cloak in the wardrobe. He didn't react until his cloak covered his body. "Damn it, I didn't have to go to the town to buy food. Now the task of buying food has been entrusted to the curly squire. Well, what do you do? I haven't read for a long time. Maybe it's time to see the old knight's collection."

Kukas scratched his head hard. Years of work ended suddenly, which made him a little uncomfortable. But this is a good thing. At least he has more time to enrich himself.