The sin of wearing a crown

Frank, a retired military officer, was awarded the Order of the Golden Oak Leaf and Silver Sword.

This medal is specially designed to reward all front-line officers who miraculously used hand-to-hand combat to collapse the morale of the enemy's entire defense line in the barbed wire trench warfare under the enemy's chaotic artillery fire during the Battle of Minced Meat. Quoting from the report of the Hopes Federation, the barrels of the machine guns of the gendarmerie responsible for supervising the battle at that time were even red, but they still could not stop the rout of their own soldiers.

What kind of bloody scene happened on the battlefield at that time?

Because the Battle of Minced Meat was so brutal at the time, there were no reporters and no humanitarian relief organizations. People could only piece together the truth from the words of frontline soldiers.

Frank lost an eye in that battle, his cheek was cut open by a bayonet at the corner of his mouth, and two bayonet marks were left on his chest. After that battle, he retired due to injuries.

He was once handsome and graceful, but now he is just a strange man with disfigured appearance and some inconveniences in his legs and feet.

Wounded bodies always suffer from asthma attacks in cold weather.

These physical tortures cannot destroy the man who crawled out of the hell of blood and organs. What really makes him sleepless at night is that when he closes his eyes, he often returns to the trench, with the bright bayonet pointing at him. They were stabbed directly in the face, and there were people lying in a pool of blood everywhere who had been stabbed with bayonets, dead or waiting to die. As a result, he often fell into an unexplainable rage. Even treatment by extraordinary people had little effect. His spirituality was too seriously damaged.

The only thing that can comfort Frank is family love.

"He is your pick. Why does he look so weak?"

In the Krupp factory, Frank, who was dressed like an ordinary worker and whose hair had turned gray early, looked at the young gentleman wielding a whip from a distance. Obviously, for this officer who was born in a military academy

"Uncle Frank, I said he was a clerk." Eveni called him uncle, not afraid of his terrifying face.

"What's wrong with the clerk? When those barbarians from Krupp rushed up, didn't our staff also bayonets and fight with all our might." Frank dotes on his martial niece very much. Ever since she was a child, Evonne has been pestering him about how to become a qualified knight. Of course, the first impression of Linn's weakness was dissatisfaction.

Eveni pouted her lips unhappily. If it weren't for Lin En to adapt as soon as possible, she wouldn't have invited this uncle who had been on the battlefield and fought with a bayonet.

Regarding his niece's unhappiness, Frank could only say that he would know what to do when training later.

As for what he was thinking, God knows.

The little gentleman's nightmare began.

When Frank came up, he threw him a wooden bayonet and chain mail. At first, Linn looked at this old man with weak legs and feet, and couldn't help but worry about whether she would send him to serve the gods in advance. Then Frank, who was gray-haired and misjudged his age, taught Lynn a lesson about not looking down on anyone.

Even if it was just a disfigured old man with gray hair and poor legs and feet.

The wooden bayonet stuck on the rifle.

As soon as Lin took up his stance and approached the instructor, he was directly hit and passed through the empty door. Frank's bayonet accurately stopped in front of his nose. Even if it was a wooden bayonet, the moment Lin En was approached, he felt a chill rush to his forehead, and his breathing stopped.

Next, Linn suffered crazily like he was fighting a BOSS.

"Legs! Your legs are wrong. You will sprain your feet at any time while standing like this on the battlefield! Do you think you are ballroom dancing?"

With the smallest movement, he skillfully pushed aside Linn's rifle and stabbed it directly in.

Even though he had withdrawn his strength and was protected by chainmail, Linn still let out a painful groan, as if he had been punched in the stomach.

"Hands! Your hands are wrong. Who taught you to hold a gun like this? A farmer hunting in the countryside? Keep an eye on it, hold it like this, and swing it smoothly! If it's too close, just swing it with the butt of the gun to make sure his head is blown!"

Being stabbed caused cramp-like pain in his chest and abdomen. Linn's blocking hands went numb, and he was knocked back several steps. His physique was of little use when facing this retired officer, and his skills were completely exhausted.

"Move slowly! Don't jump around like a monkey, keep your stamina and stab your opponent to death with the smallest movements and angles! Seize the opportunity and don't be afraid. That's what bayonet skills are. Let's stab each other face to face. Whoever is afraid will die!" If you die first, you will have no strength. The bayonet will only make a small cut on you!"

Demonstrating what small and powerful movements are, Frank tripped Lynn several times and pointed the bayonet directly at his face.

Linn was a little scared.

The greatest physical hardship he had ever endured before and after time travel was during military training in college, where a large blood mark was wiped out from the dagger exercise. What is it now? Wearing chainmail, having wooden bayonets stabbed at various vital points again and again, including the chest, lower abdomen, subclavicle, neck, and face. In addition to the unbearable severe pain, it is more of a feeling that I almost died. The fear of death.

It was obviously a wooden bayonet, and he was wearing chain mail, but every time the old man stabbed him, his cold and confident eyes looked like he was already a breathing corpse.

Especially when Linn subconsciously turned on his spiritual vision and wanted to see Frank's spiritual movements.

The violent spirituality spurting out at close range is like a bright sharp blade, pointing directly at the fatal points everywhere! Frank seemed to have turned into a monster that was more terrifying and cruel than the demon spirit. Linn was so frightened that she almost knelt down!

However, in this kind of near-death persecution, Linn's inner resilience was also stimulated.

Every time Linn was knocked down by Frank, he could ignore the painful trembling of his muscles and force himself to face the fearsome jet-black bayonet.

Afraid?

It's okay to be afraid. If you're afraid of death, you have to stand up. Otherwise, others won't wait for you to recover unless you have trained them.

"Get up! Stand at attention and speak to me! Are you lying on the ground a man? Are you crawling slowly into the ditch? Do you have flowers on your butt?"

Frank was actually a little surprised, but he always looked fierce.

Lin En's appearance as a spoiled pretty boy, with his tender skin and tender flesh, was obviously that of a squeamish young man sitting in an office. Except for the cruelty to maim him, he used all the other tools needed to tame the thorn-headed recruits. Not to mention the pretty guy, even a tough guy would probably be so scared that he would curl up on the ground and beg for mercy.

After all, the bayonet struck quickly and hard, not just once or twice, but the mental oppression was actually very strong.

Unexpectedly, Lin En could not cry for mercy even once on the first day.

'interesting……'

Lin En, who was born in the common class, would appear to be a middle-class person and have a lowly temperament if he were not forced to do so. But we absolutely cannot completely deny the possibility of falling in love with someone because of this. This world does not have the kind of princes, generals, and generals who would give nightmares to nobles and kings, so they have ignored the untouchables under their feet for too long. possibility. I feel that cheap people are born poor, lazy and cowardly.

Frank's violent teaching is precisely tempering Lynn's energy and resilience bit by bit.

Lin En, who was gritting his teeth, was showing off the dazzling brilliance of a petty temperament, which is called absolute equality in personality. Who dares to bluntly say that he is superior to others and wants to ride on my head to dominate me?

Who dares to say this? I’ll invite you to the first class of street lamp!

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