The night passed quickly.
Surprisingly, only five little monsters without eyes bumped into me last night, and there was no other movement.
The terrifying and torturous night that Zhang Yang had imagined did not appear at all.
But this should be normal. There can't be too many monsters in an area, not to mention that he has killed three bosses in this area in succession.
With this in mind, Zhang Yang took out twenty units of monster meat, asked the soldiers to set up a fire, and started preparing today's breakfast.
When the aroma of barbecue began to fill the air, he saw the spearman captain Wu Yuan returning with a patrol team, each carrying a large bundle of wood on their backs.
At first Zhang Yang thought it was the firewood collected by Wu Yuan and the others, but then he discovered that these so-called firewood were quite regular, about two meters long, thick as arms, even at both ends, and had a fine and strong texture. They were obviously carefully selected. of.
"Village Chief!"
Arriving in front of Zhang Yang, Wu Yuan and the others unloaded the firewood and saluted him uniformly. The awe between the subordinates and the superiors was simply engraved in their bones. If his previous guess was correct, these soldiers were bound by seals before. Among the village building orders, there must be some reason why they dare not resist any order from the holder of the village building order.
Of course, Zhang Yang was just thinking about it in his heart, but he still looked very friendly on the surface, and even came forward to pat the dew on Wu Yuan's shoulder.
"Thank you for your hard work last night. Come and have breakfast. Well, what are you going to do?"
"Mr. Village Chief, I took the time to cut these back early this morning. I plan to cut them all into wooden spears, the kind of wooden spears that can be thrown. Your words yesterday reminded me that our soldiers are facing those The terrifying monsters' attack methods are still too weak. If they all master the skill of throwing wooden spears, it will undoubtedly make it easier for us to strangle those monsters."
Wu Yuan said loudly, with a serious expression.
Zhang Yang looked at him carefully and then laughed, "Okay, that's it! Do you need me to recruit another craftsman?"
"Village Chief, no need. I have always believed that a good soldier's first priority is to be familiar with his own weapons. If the weapons that his life depends on are not made by his own hands, then what qualifications do he have to survive on the battlefield? You deserve to die."
"Hey, this sentence makes sense. Yes, I saw you right!" Zhang Yang really admired Wu Yuan more and more at this time, as if this guy was born to be a hero. So, shall we start the hero trial
No, let’s wait.
What followed was a delightful breakfast.
After eating and drinking, the spearman captain Wu Yuan officially began to teach the soldiers throwing skills. The six elite archers did not need to be trained, and they were responsible for daily vigilance.
12 elite sword and shield soldiers, 7 elite spearmen, and Zhang Yang also joined in this training. Well, although Zhang Yang claims to be a magician, in the face of survival, everything is a cloud. As long as he can survive, don't worry. He said he was learning how to throw a wooden spear, but he didn't hesitate even if he wanted to learn how to steal things.
However, Wu Yuan's training was really ingenious. Each of the 20 trainers was given 10 rough log sticks, plus a long knife, and they started cutting by themselves. When did they think they had finished cutting the wooden spears, and when did they stop? .
Although doubtful in his heart, Zhang Yang is still quite serious. When it comes to studying, of course you have to have a learning attitude. If you don't understand anything and just yell without knowing why, it will be very cheap.
At the beginning of cutting, Zhang Yang didn't think it was easy or difficult. After all, apart from the regret that he was not a top student since he was a child, his hands-on and destructive abilities were very strong. After all, he was a mechanical engineer. Dad, that's not a joke.
After a while, Zhang Yang finished cutting the first wooden spear. He felt pretty good about it, or it was related to the soul with B-level strength and the power of E-. His hand holding the long knife was very stable, so The whittled wooden spear is also very beautiful, which is called smooth and discernible.
But when Wu Yuan came over, his expression became very strange.
"Village Chief, please forgive me. Although you are cutting very seriously, I think you lack the respect for this matter. If you want to continue to learn wooden spear throwing, I would like to be bold and let you experience what it means. Awe.”
"Awe?"
Zhang Yang was a little confused, he thought he was very serious, and he was really focused, without even a single distracting thought. Look, the other soldiers hadn't even whittled out the first wooden spear, and they were all ugly.
"I don't quite understand. Can you explain it more clearly?"
"Village Chief, I'm sorry. I can't explain it, but I do feel that you don't have enough respect for this matter. Please forgive me." Wu Yuan also seemed to be very distressed, as if some of his memories were fragmented.
This made Zhang Yang more certain of his previous guess.
"Okay, then use the way you can express it to let me feel what awe is." Zhang Yang laughed and didn't take it seriously.
"Thank you for your understanding, sir. Please be careful."
Wu Yuan bowed, took the wooden spear that Zhang Yang had just cut, and stepped back about 100 meters before making a move to prepare to throw.
To be honest, Zhang Yang didn't pay much attention until this moment. He thought Wu Yuan was teaching by words and deeds.
But the next second, when Wu Yuan's body twisted at an insignificant angle and aimed the wooden spear at Zhang Yang, everything changed.
It was as if a great terror suddenly came over him. Zhang Yang felt that the hairs all over his body stood on end, his heart stopped beating too fast, and everything in the outside world was abruptly cut off by an invisible force.
Death, these two words really appeared in Zhang Yang's soul. He felt like he was being put on a red-hot chopping board, placed in the ice and snow, and thrown into the endless abyss of black hell.
He couldn't even cast a confinement spell, and escape was even more impossible. The only thing he could do was watch Wu Yuan throw the wooden spear from a hundred meters away.
"Buzz!"
The wooden spear thrown this time did not break the speed of sound, but passed through Zhang Yang's chest accurately, stuck on the ground, and trembled. He did not suffer any damage, but he seemed to have really walked through hell, and his soul was gone. I was so frightened that my mind went blank, my whole body was shaking, and I almost peed my pants!
After a few seconds, Zhang Yang sat down, feeling exhausted all over, but he didn't feel embarrassed, angry, or embarrassed, because he finally understood what Wu Yuan said, that his lack of awe was What does it mean
Quite simply, what he lacked was the awe in the face of death.
He had never faced death head-on, at least not alone, alone, completely helpless.
Even when he killed the first red hawk before, he had used first-level protection. Maybe he could argue that he was brave, but that was still far from enough.
At least at that time he didn't have to face much of the horror of death.
"Sir, please punish me!"
Wu Yuan came over and knelt down on one knee to apologize.
"N-it's okay, I understand, you-you did a good job." Zhang Yang couldn't speak clearly, but he really understood. He asked Wu Yuan to stand up, and he silently cut the second wooden spear. , this time, he is still him, the knife is still the same knife, and the wooden stick is the same wooden stick, but the attitude is different.
He was cutting wooden spears before. Although he was concentrating and concentrating, he regarded this matter as a game in life, a piece of work, and at most a very fulfilling work of art.
So Wu Yuan is right to say that he lacks awe.
He is the village chief, he has secondary protection, he has confinement spells, and he has soldiers to go through life and death for him. Even if he has ever been afraid and worried, it was only indirectly. He has never faced the great terror of life and death.
But now, the log stick in his hand is no longer a log stick, but his life. He is on the battlefield, his only close friend, weapon, and even a part of his body that he can rely on between life and death.
This kind of cutting actually trains not only skills and attitudes, but also a torture of will, soul, and heart.
Are you ready to face life and death