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The tree trunk fibers couldn't withstand their own weight and the force of being dragged, splintering apart as if in the throes of a colossal beast's death struggle, before crashing to the ground with a "boom," stirring up a layer of rotten leaves.
The woodworker came over, made marks for trimming the excess branches, and with the effort of dozens of people, it was quickly cut into sections and hauled away.
Angela divided these soldiers, who had not yet undergone formal training, into three groups, arranging them in the most prudent manner with shields raised and longspears in hand.
Physical training was a long-term plan, but for now, the emphasis was on coordination and formation.
The villagers hauling logs to the village naturally didn't know this and thought that my Lord placed great importance on their safety, which led to an unconscious shift in their feelings.