Chapter 16

The night passed quickly.

Unexpectedly, there were only five goblins without eyes bumping into each other last night, and nothing else happened.

The terrible night in Zhang Yang's imagination did not appear at all.

However, this should be normal. There can not be too many monsters in an area. Besides, he has killed three bosses in this area in a row.

With this in mind, Zhang Yang took out 20 units of monster meat and asked the soldiers to set up a fire and start preparing today's breakfast.

When the smell of barbecue began to fill the air, he saw the gunner captain Wu Yuan leading a patrol team back, each with a large bundle of wood on his back.

At first, Zhang Yang thought it was the firewood collected by Wu Yuan, but then he found that the so-called firewood was quite regular, about two meters long, with thin arms, even ends, fine and firm texture, which was obviously carefully selected.

"Mr. village head!"

When Wu Yuan comes to Zhang Yang, they unload the firewood and salute him neatly. The awe from the bottom to the top is almost engraved in his bones. If his previous guess is correct, these soldiers were bound by the village building order before, then there must be some reason why they dare not resist any orders of the village building order holders.

Of course, Zhang Yang just thought about it in his heart. He was still very kind on the surface, and even came forward to pat Wu Yuan on the dew on his shoulder.

"It's hard for you last night. Come and have breakfast. Well, what are you doing?"

"Mr. village head, I took time to chop them back this morning. I'm going to cut them all into wooden spears, which can be thrown. Yesterday, your words reminded me that our soldiers are too weak to attack those terrible monsters. If they all master the skills of throwing wooden spears, it will undoubtedly make us more tolerant Easy to hang those monsters. "

Wu Yuan said in a loud voice with a serious look.

Zhang Yang looked at him carefully, then laughed, "OK, that's it! Shall I recruit another craftsman? "

"Mr. village head, no need. I always think that the first priority of a good soldier is to be familiar with his own weapons. If the weapons that depend on his own life are not made by hand, what qualifications are there to survive in the battlefield? He deserves to die."

"Eh, this sentence is very reasonable. Yes, I didn't mistake you!" Zhang Yang is really appreciating Wu Yuan more and more at this time, as if this guy was born to be a hero template. So, start the hero trial?

No, just wait.

And then there's a good breakfast.

After eating and drinking enough, the gunner captain Wu Yuan began to teach the soldiers throwing skills. The six elite archers didn't need training, they were responsible for daily guard.

Twelve elite sword shield soldiers, seven elite spearmen and Zhang Yang also joined the training together. Well, although Zhang Yang claims to be a magician, everything is a floating cloud in the face of survival. As long as he can survive, let alone learn to throw wooden spears, he will not hesitate to learn to sneak chickens and dogs, steal incense and steal jade.

However, Wu Yuan's training was really ingenious. Each of the 20 trainers gave out 10 rough log sticks and a long knife, and he began to cut his own wood spear. When did he think he had cut the wood spear, when did he stop.

In spite of the doubts in his heart, Zhang Yang is still quite serious. In learning, of course, he has to have a learning attitude. If he doesn't understand anything, he will know that he has no idea why he is yelling. It's very cheap.

At the beginning of cutting, Zhang Yang didn't think it was easy or difficult. After all, from childhood to adulthood, in addition to the regret that he was not a Xueba, his hands-on and destructive ability was very strong. After all, having a father of a mechanical engineer was not a joke.

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But when Wu Yuan came, his face became very strange,

"village head, please forgive me. Although you are serious, I think you lack the awe of this matter. If you want to continue to learn how to throw wooden spears, I would like to show you what awe is."

"Awe?"

Zhang Yang is a little confused. He thinks he is serious, and he is really attentive. He doesn't even have any distractions. Look, the other soldiers don't even cut out the first wooden spear, and they are ugly.

"I don't quite understand. Can you speak more clearly?"

"Mr. village head, I'm sorry. I can't explain it, but I really feel that you don't have enough respect for it. Please forgive me." It seems that Wu Yuan is also very distressed. It seems that some memories are broken.

This makes Zhang Yang more sure of his previous guess.

"Well, let me feel awe in the way you can express it." Zhang Yang laughs and doesn't like it."Thank you for your understanding. Please be careful."

With a bow, Wu Yuan took the wooden spear that Zhang Yang had just cut and retreated back about 100 meters. Then he made a preparation to throw it.

To tell the truth, until this moment, Zhang Yang didn't care too much. He thought Wu Yuan was teaching by words and deeds.

But the next second, when Wu Yuan's body twisted a trivial angle, the direction of throwing the spear at Zhang Yang, everything was different.

It's like a kind of great terror comes in an instant. Zhang Yang feels that his sweat all over his body stands up, his heart stops because it beats too fast, and everything outside is cut off by an invisible force.

Death, these two words really appear in the soul of publicity. He feels that he is put on the red chopping board, on the ice and snow, and into the endless abyss of black prison.

He couldn't even try to cast the imprison spell, let alone escape. The only thing he could do was watch Wu Yuan throw the wooden spear from 100 meters away.

"Hum!"

This time, the wooden spear didn't break through the speed of sound. It just accurately passed between the two legs, stuck on the ground and trembled. He didn't get hurt at all, but it seemed that he really walked around the hell, his soul was scared away, his brain was blank, his whole body was shaking, and almost peed his pants!

After a few seconds, Zhang Yang just sat down and felt exhausted. But he didn't feel embarrassed, angry or humiliated, because he finally knew what Wu Yuan meant by his lack of awe.

Simply, what he lacked was the awe of death.

He never faced death, at least, not alone, completely helpless.

Even when he killed the first red hawk, he also used the first level of protection. Maybe he could argue that he was brave, but that was still far from enough.

At least at that time, he didn't face the horror of death.

"My Lord, please punish me!"

Wu Yuan came over and knelt down on one knee to plead guilty.

"No - it's OK, I get it. You - you did a good job." It's not easy to make a public statement, but he really understood. When he asked Wu Yuan to stand up, he quietly went to cut the second spear. This time, he was still him, the knife was the same knife, and the stick was the same log stick, but his attitude was different.

Before he cut wood spears, although he was also engrossed and concentrated, he regarded it as a kind of game and work in life. At most, it was a work of art with a sense of achievement.

So Wu Yuan is right to say that he lacks awe.

He is the head of the village. He has secondary protection. He has imprisonment magic. He has soldiers to fight for him. Even if he was afraid and worried, it was indirect. He never faced the great terror between life and death.

But now, the log stick in his hand is no longer the log stick, but his life. On the battlefield, his only friend, weapon and even a part of his body that he can rely on between life and death.

This kind of cutting, training is not only technology, not only attitude, but also a kind of torture to will, soul and heart.

Are you ready to face life and death?

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