Early the next morning, Zhang Yang went to the Training Ground.
The Training Ground was no longer the cramped little enclosure it had been more than a month ago.
The newly built city wall stood to the east, Residential Houses stretched across the north, vast emerald-green Farmland spread to the south, and the entire western side was occupied by the Training Ground.
It was 200 meters from north to south and 1,000 meters from east to west. Log fences encircled it, giving the place a grand and imposing look.
At that moment, the 100 new recruits were training inside, drenched in sweat. It was quite a spectacular sight, though even so, they were occasionally beaten and cursed at by their instructor, Qin Ge.
Seeing this, Zhang Yang was in no hurry. He waited at the edge of the Training Ground, but before long, he felt that something was wrong.
I sent over 100 new recruits five days ago. Are there enough of them now?
He looked left and right, counting them again and again, but the number of recruits remained at only 87. Damn it, thirteen are missing!
At that moment, Zhang Yang felt as if his fur were about to stand on end. The village population was so desperately tight right now that every single person was a precious treasure. Suddenly losing thirteen of them was no small matter. Fortunately, he didn't have a heart condition, or the story would have ended right there.
After taking a deep breath, Zhang Yang went over to look around the Barracks, but he found no sick recruits. He opened the Training Ground's attributes in the Village Building Order, and the information inside made him furious.
"You have 87 new recruits currently undergoing training."
"What the hell?"
It was one thing that 100