Village Building Order Frenzy

The night passed quickly.

Surprisingly, only five little monsters with no eyes bumped into them last night, and there was no other movement.

The horrible and tormenting night that Zhang Yang imagined did not appear at all.

But this should also be normal, there can't be too many monsters in one area, not to mention that he has killed three bosses in this area in a row.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang took out twenty units of monster meat and asked the soldiers to set up a fire and start preparing for today's breakfast.

When the smell of barbecue began to fill the air, he saw the spearman captain Wu Yuan leading a patrol team back, 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 firewoods were quite regular, about two meters long, with thin arms, even ends, fine and firm texture, which were obviously carefully selected. of.

"Master Village Chief!"

When they came in front of Zhang Yang, Wu Yuan and the others unloaded the firewood and saluted him in unison. The awe of the subordinates towards the superior was engraved in his bones. If his previous guess was correct, these soldiers were bound by seals before. In the village building order, there must be some reason why they dare not resist any order of the village building order holder.

Of course, Zhang Yang was just thinking about it in his heart, on the surface he was still very kind, and even stepped forward to pat the dew on Wu Yuan's shoulder.

"You worked hard last night, come and have breakfast, um, what are you going to do?"

"Master Village Chief, I took some time to bring these back 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 faced those Scary monsters, their attack methods are still too thin, 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 very serious expression.

Zhang Yang looked at him carefully, and then laughed, "Okay, that's it! Do I need to recruit another craftsman?"

"Master Village Chief, there is no need. I have always believed that the first priority of a good soldier is to be familiar with his own weapons. If the weapons that his life depends on are not made by himself, then what qualifications do he have to survive on the battlefield? You deserve to die."

"Hey, this sentence makes sense. That's right, I didn't misunderstand you!" Zhang Yang really admired Wu Yuan more and more at this time, as if this guy was born to be a hero template. So, should we start the hero trial?

No, let's wait.

Followed by a pleasant breakfast.

After eating and drinking enough, the spearman captain Wu Yuan officially began to teach the soldiers throwing skills. The six elite archers did not need training, they were responsible for daily vigilance.

12 elite sword and shield soldiers, 7 elite spear soldiers, and Zhang Yang also joined this training. Well, although Zhang Yang claims to be a magician, in front of survival, everything is just a cloud. He said that he learned how to throw a wooden spear, even if he wanted to learn how to steal chickens and dogs, he would not hesitate to steal incense and jade.

However, Wu Yuan’s training was really ingenious. 20 trainers were given 10 rough log sticks, plus a long knife, and started cutting by themselves. When did they think they had finished cutting the wooden spear? .

Although he was puzzled, Zhang Yang was still quite serious. To study, of course you have to have a learning attitude. If you don't understand anything, you just know what it is. If you don't know why, it's very cheap.

And 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 no joke.

After a while, Zhang Yang cut the first wooden spear. He himself felt pretty good, or it was related to the soul of B-level strength, and the power of E-. His hand holding the long knife was very stable, so The cut wooden spear is also very beautiful, which can be seen as smooth.

But when Wu Yuan walked over, his expression became very strange,

"Master Village Chief, please forgive me. Although you are serious about cutting, I think you lack respect for this matter. If you still want to continue learning wooden spear throwing, I want to be bold and let you experience what it is called Awe."

"Awe?"

Zhang Yang was a little puzzled, he thought he was very serious, and he was really focused, without any distracting thoughts, look, the other soldiers didn't even cut out the first wooden spear, and they were all ugly.

"I don't quite understand, can you explain more clearly?"

"Master Village Chief, I'm sorry, and I can't explain it, but I do feel that you are not respectful enough for this matter, please forgive me." Wu Yuan seemed to be distressed as well, as if some memory had been fragmented.

This made Zhang Yang more sure of his previous guess.

"Okay, then you can use the way you can express, let me feel what awe is." Zhang Yang laughed, not paying attention.

"Thank you for your understanding, sir, please be careful."

Wu Yuan bowed, took the wooden spear that Zhang Yang had just cut, and backed away about 100 meters before making a gesture of preparing to throw it.

To be honest, until this moment, Zhang Yang didn't pay much attention, he thought Wu Yuan was teaching by example.

But in the next second, when Wu Yuan's body twisted at an insignificant angle and pointed the direction of throwing the wooden spear at Zhang Yang, everything changed.

It was as if a great terror had descended in an instant. Zhang Yang felt that the hairs all over his body stood on end, his heart stopped beating too fast, and everything outside was abruptly cut off by an invisible force.

Death, these two words really appeared in Zhang Yang's soul. He felt that he was placed on a red-hot chopping board, placed in a world of ice and snow, and thrown into an endless abyss of darkness.

He couldn't even cast the confinement spell, and it was even more impossible to escape. The only thing he could do was to watch Wu Yuan throw the wooden spear from a hundred meters away.

"Buzz!"

The wooden spear thrown this time did not break through the speed of sound, but passed accurately between Zhang Yang's legs, pierced the ground, and trembled. He didn't get hurt at all, but he seemed to have walked a circle of hell, soul The children were frightened, their brains went blank, they were trembling all over, and they almost peed their pants!

A few seconds later, Zhang Yang sat down, feeling exhausted, but he didn't feel any embarrassment, or anger, or embarrassment, because he finally knew what Wu Yuan said, his lack of awe what do you mean.

It's very simple, what he lacks is the awe in the face of death.

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

Even when he killed the first red eagle, he had used the 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 much to face the great horror of death.

"My lord, please punish me!"

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

"No—it's okay, I understand, you—you did a good job." Zhang Yang couldn't speak very well, but he really understood, let Wu Yuan stand up, and he silently went to cut the second A wooden spear, this time, he is still him, the knife is the same knife, and the wooden stick is the same original wooden stick, only the attitude is different.

Before cutting the wooden spear, although he was engrossed and concentrated, he regarded it as a game in life, a job, and at most it was a work of art with a sense of accomplishment.

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

He is the head of the village, he has the second-level protection, he has the spell of confinement, and he has soldiers who go through life and death for him. Even if he was afraid or worried, it was all indirect. He has never faced the great horror of life and death.

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

This kind of cutting and training is not only a technique, not only an attitude, but also a torture of the will, the soul, and the heart.

Are you ready to face life and death?