Urban Sims

Two years later.

One day in June.

Glenland Castle, training ground, weapons warehouse entrance.

A group of ragged farmers lined up to receive the weapons issued to them.

There are many weapons in the warehouse, including rusty maces, broken short iron swords, short axes with a corner missing, and pointed wooden shields that are eaten away by insects...

The most numerous ones are spears made of birch poles with a small iron tip on the top.

"Hey! This is your weapon."

A knight attendant handed a spear with a shaft bent like a shrimp's back in front of Zhou Ming.

After taking the spear, Zhou Ming shook his head, lowered his waist and said, "Dear Sir, this spear is too crooked. Can you give me a straighter one?"

"Go and pick it yourself, you farmers are useless anyway." The knight attendant said lazily. There are hundreds of spears in the weapon warehouse, and he didn't bother to help Zhou Ming pick them out.

Zhou Ming thanked him and walked into the weapons warehouse, preparing to choose something that he was very good at among the dazzling array of weapons.

Swords, spears, swords and halberds, bows, axes, shields and armor, javelins and spears, eighteen kinds of weapons, everything is available.

but……

In this warehouse dedicated to collecting all kinds of scrapped and damaged weapons, none of the weapons are easy to use or can be used - except for the hundreds of spears with a little iron tip.

After choosing and choosing, Zhou Ming finally chose a straight and strong spear, and a damaged dagger - he was going to go back and polish it to make it into a small dagger.

After all, this was his first time on the battlefield, and Zhou Ming didn't want to leave his sister Alice to live alone in this dangerous world.

He must be fully prepared.

The reason for the outbreak of this war is very simple: when Baron Connor was hunting in the forest on the west side of the territory, he accidentally found a group of elk. He also led a group of people, crossed the border in a grand manner, and snatched several fat elk in front of Baron Connor.

"Baron García, you bloody thief! Either return the elk that stole from me tenfold, or we'll have a fight at the border, and my knight and I must take the head of you, the old thief. Open the flowers!”

After sending this letter of petition, I quickly received a reply from the other party: I am happy to accompany you.

"Set off!"

In front of the castle, after a brief review of the "army" including 11 knights and 200 farmers, Baron Connor asked the guard knights to raise a black flag with a rose flower on it. Heading towards the territory of Baron Garcia in the west.

On the march, Zhou Ming couldn't help feeling a little nervous. Baron Garcia also had more than a dozen knights in his hands. If these knights rushed towards him, he would be finished.

Although I have never given up training in the past few years, this is the first time I have fought with real guns and live ammunition.

"Little guy, don't be nervous. I have fought hundreds of battles with the lord. You only need to fight twice and you won't be afraid... Let me tell you, as long as you don't stand in the front and don't charge the fastest, you can guarantee You can come home alive.”

In the crowd, a wretched old man with gray hair said to Zhou Ming with half of his black and yellow teeth exposed.

"Old Joey, are you teaching your escape experience to rookies again?"

"Ryan, don't listen to Coward Joey. This old guy runs away without a trace every time he fights. Among those of us who fight, he is the best at running away."

"Ryan, stay with Uncle and me later, don't run around, and don't be afraid, usually nothing will happen in this kind of battle, it's much easier than fighting those thieves." The kind-hearted Uncle O'Neill pulled Zhou Ming When he got to his side he said.

"Thank you, Uncle O'Neal."

Zhou Ming nodded, but his attention was always on the wretched old man nicknamed "Coward Joey".

Perhaps feeling Zhou Ming's gaze, Old Joey turned to him and smiled, revealing half of his rotten yellow front teeth.

After walking for twenty miles, during a break, Zhou Ming quietly moved his buttocks, and sat next to Old Joey, who was lying on a slope, looking lazy and dozing off non-stop.

Touching him lightly with his elbow, Zhou Ming lowered his head and asked softly: "Old Joey, can you teach me two moves? Teach me how to survive on the battlefield intact."

Old Joey opened his eyes with a thin slit, and a ray of light shot out from the slit inadvertently. He yawned a long way and said, "Little guy, look at your physique. You have been training for six or seven years. That’s right, as long as you exert one-tenth of your usual skills, you can come back alive.”

What?

Zhou Ming's face was full of shock, and a wave of horror arose in his heart.

How did Old Joey figure it out?

He usually practices secretly at night, trying not to make any noise, so the neighbors don't even know that this old Joey...

"However, little guy, with your ability, don't even think about confronting those knights. When you see the knights coming, you are still no match for them, no matter how far you run."

Old Joey's tired words came again.

Zhou Ming turned around and saw that the other party had tilted his neck, closed his eyes, and snored quietly.

This is the real actor.

…

Territory boundaries.

A piece of bushy, open grassland.

The two "armies", each numbering around 200 people, were more than 200 meters apart and were in a fighting position.

"Come on!"

"Kill!"

Following an order, the two armies that had been preparing for a long time collided fiercely after a brief sprint.

Zhou Ming, who rushed into the battlefield following Uncle O'Neill, realized that this so-called war was nothing more than peasants on both sides holding sticks, spears, pitchforks and other weapons, fighting each other on a thin line of soldiers. It's just a crazy fight between the brain and the earth.

There is no neat and orderly structure, no indomitable murderous intent, only shouts out of fear and excitement.

As long as you make a slight blocking posture and pay attention to dodge the spear tip coming from the front, it won't be a big deal.

At this time, there was a slight vibration on the ground, and a cry of death came from the cavalry behind.

"No, the Lord Knight is coming!"

"Run! Run!"

"Ryan, throw away the weapon and run toward the woods with me!"

"Help, I'm being caught up by the Lord Knight, someone come and save me...ah!" The man screamed and his head flew into the air.

After the two cavalry teams launched a charge, the entangled farmers quickly threw away their weapons and fled into the woods beside them.

Except for a few unlucky ones who were overtaken by knights and cut into two pieces because they were slow runners, the casualty rate on both sides was close to zero.

The outcome of this battle was determined by the knights of both sides through a one-on-one duel. Baron Connan finally won the victory with a score of 6:4 and received 200 gold coins as compensation from Baron Garcia. …