Gould's mercenary captain Yevro, now he does not really become Rurik's mercenary captain, but has become the instructor of a group of boys.
At first, the boys had strong suspicions about this tall but not so strong man.
They naturally compared this man with their strong father, and almost everyone doubted whether he was really strong.
If you want to establish prestige among a group of children, you must first become a target and be beaten by these brats.
But a group fight? How is that possible?
Jevro holds a wooden stick as a sword and a wooden shield in the other hand. He acted like a sword-and-shielder, shouting with all his strength: "Come on! Which of you is the brave man? Come and attack me and defeat me!"
The brave and fierce boys are like a ball of firewood. , just one spark is enough to cause a huge fire.
Long-term military training has honed their courage. Since the current challenge is a single challenge, which is the most common form of competition among tribes, some boys mustered up the courage and, under the cheers of the guys, held up Wooden Shield calmly rushed over.
A boy ran as fast as he could, trying to knock over Yevlo's lower body with his brute strength.
However, there is only one round of wrestling.
Jevro raised his legs high, and along with the child's shield, he knocked him to the ground and ate the mud.
"You? Like a ram, but it's a pity that you can't knock me down."
The child lying on the ground bared his teeth and looked unwilling.
The other children were also gnashing their teeth with hatred. They really couldn’t imagine how Boss Rurik could bring over such a big devil.
"Let me do it!" Kanuf volunteered, and the children also chanted his name.
Another little boy, maybe a little stronger than the one before. However, Yevro had already estimated that these children had received Rurik's single training for too long, and none of them knew how to kill the enemy alone.
"Boy, are you strong? Come on!" Jevro deliberately faced Kanuf with his whole chest, "If you can touch my leather armor, I will count you as the winner."
Isn’t this a provocation?
"I will teach you a lesson!" Kanuf was so angry that he couldn't think of any combat skills and rushed towards him like a bull.
If Kanuf is already a strong man, his impact will naturally be powerful and heavy.
Today, this child is still just a child.
His attack was still unorganized, but Yevro was interested in playing with him.
With a warning turn, Yevlo dodged the child's collision, and then kicked Kanuf in the back.
The wooden sword fell off, and the wooden shield fell off as well. Kanuf got up with his face covered with dirt. He felt that this situation was so familiar.
He still fought back undaunted, and this time, he wanted to attack Yevlo’s bottom plate with his bare hands toProve the effectiveness of the grappling skills he learned from Rurik.
Jevro was a little surprised. This kid rushed over with bare hands?
"What a reckless man. People like you will die in the first battle." Jevro was bullying children, and this beating was a sign of love for these future Russian warriors. Because now they still don't know what fighting is.
If they were all so reckless, Jevro estimated that his little master Rurik must also be naive about fighting. This fatal naivety must be eliminated, otherwise the Russians will also be destroyed.
The shield slapped Kanuf in the face with some force. When the child got up again, the left side of his face was already red. He sat on the ground covering his face, feeling aggrieved all over his body. With a mournful face, he wailed to his friend: "Fisk! Revenge me!"
At this moment, Fisk seemed to be the hope of the whole village. .
Ah, the Ross tribe is indeed a kind of big village.
The enemy is very strong, there is no doubt about it!
The cautious Fisk didn’t want to end up being a mouthful. He learned to remember his father’s practice of fighting, holding a wooden shield against his chest, holding a wooden sword in his right hand, with the tip of the sword pointed at the enemy. Make a preparation for thrusting. He was still riding a horse and moved forward slowly.
Yevlo's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but become cautious. He could see that the child was taller than the others and obviously older.
The most special thing about this child is his bald head. It’s not that the child has a hairless head, but it’s just because he likes this hairstyle?
The two approached cautiously, and the distance between the shields continued to be only one centimeter.
Yevro Yi looked down at his brave "enemy" and deliberately provoked: "Boy, your lower body must be as hairless as your head. You are too young, so give up. I I'm afraid I'll beat you to tears, just like your companions."
Fisk suddenly felt angry, but this anger was concealed by his calm face with many freckles.
He swung his leg sharply, and the kick hit Yevlo's leg joint without any hitch.
Yevluo felt the pain, but the entire lower body was still stable.
"You are a bit like a warrior. So, go to hell!" Yevro shouted loudly, and pushed the shield quickly, while Fisk tried his best to block it.
At this moment, while Rurik was struggling to train the group of little girls on what left and right were, he was also disturbed by the sound of the collision of shields.
Rurik was happy to see those children being educated in Yevlo, but the process was a bit unexpected. He didn't expect Yevro's special strength, nor did he expect Fisk to have some other abilities besides brute force.
Rurik simply paused the training and let a group of girls rest in place under the guidance of Carlotta.
He rushed to the boys' training area to watch a good show.
Fisk attacks again! childThey clamored for it.
But this time, Fisk was knocked away by the side of Jevro's shield, and then, the tip of the wooden sword was close to Fisk's torso.
"This is the third time. You have died three times. Do you want to admit defeat?"
Fisk still bared his teeth, and he had no intention of crying, even though his face was full of tears. There were some wounds and one ear was very red.
Fisk picked up the wooden sword and continued the attack staggeringly. The fourth attack was still easily resolved.
Rurik sees everything that is happening now.
It can be said that Fisk's failure is doomed. A ten-year-old child fighting with a twenty-five-year-old professional mercenary is not looking for abuse?
Even so, Rurik saw the wonder of Jevlo's attack.
As expected, this Jevro is indeed a respectable opponent. He has no intention of having fun, and all his offensives and counterattacks are killing moves.
A real life-and-death battle is like this. The moment the two counter-attack sergeants come into contact, huge casualties often occur.
On the battlefield, there is no opportunity for you to come and fight with me. Everyone is a professional soldier, and their job is to kill the enemy with one move.
Even a thousand years later, when the two sides' line formations fired two or three rounds at each other, since neither side retreated, they could only engage in a brutal bayonet battle. The moment the bayonets connected, huge casualties occurred.
The moves that Jevro used were extremely simple, mostly blocking with a shield, and then using his dexterous right hand to hold a wooden sword, making jabs like flowers. Obviously, even a wooden sword can cause internal bleeding. Yevro did not want to seriously inflict serious damage on his opponent, but even though he was able to hit it, Fisk was still beaten to the point of bleeding from the nose by the hammered wooden sword. If this was a real steel sword, Fisk's head would have been flying into the air.
The boy was already in a trance. Fisk got up, picked up the wooden sword, and continued fighting without saying a word.
At this time, Yevluo felt more and more interesting.
He felt that this child was somewhat similar to his former self, a boy who was indomitable and fought hard.
The boy launched his fifth attack while swaying. The onlookers watched with worry, still chanting the slogan "Urafisk". Because Rurik told his guys that the so-called "Ula" means "we must win".
Fisk was clearly inspired.
A wooden sword stabbed away, and Jevro pushed hard with his shield. The wooden sword flew away, and next, Jevro's wooden sword was pressed against Fisk's neck. With brute force, he was stunned and pressed to the ground.
Yevlo’s right leg held down Fisk’s left arm, and his left hand held down Fisk’s right arm. The wooden sword in his hand was pressed hard against the neck of the boy whose face was covered with blood. At this moment, there were no more provocative words, "Child, if I were holding an iron sword, you would have died five times. You are very brave, maybe Also very knowledgeable about human wall fighting, but, all of youNeither understands real fighting. "
"Well..." Fisk still refused to give in. Veins appeared in his clenched fists, and his sense of resistance never stopped.
"Still want to win? Well, I can teach you. "
Rurik, who had been watching the show for a long time, appeared.
"That's it. "Rurik clapped his hands and said in a deliberately reprimanding tone: "Jevro, maybe you shouldn't go so far. "
Yevro stood up. Fisk, who had lost his restraints, wiped the blood from his nose and stood up quickly, although he was still swaying.
Yevro Luo had his own ideas, and he said respectfully: "Master, these children must understand what pain is, so that they will not feel pain on the battlefield in the future. "
"Do you want adults to learn to be beaten first? Maybe you are right. However, your methods are too cruel. "Rurik tried to appease Fisk with these words.
Fisk covered his face and reluctantly muttered: "It's nothing. I...I can still fight. "
"Enough! Fisk, it's okay to throw in the towel now. If you win, I will have to find better warriors to train you. "
The implication of Rurik's words is that Fisk is bound to lose, and everyone is bound to lose. He looked up at Yevro again: "What is the trick you used? Your movements were so smooth that you neutralized all their attacks with just one strike. ”
“This is the key to why I was valued by Gould. It was also the man who invited experts to train me. I learned a lot of practical combat skills, but they don’t have clear names. As you can see, I was like this boy who was beaten until his face was covered in blood. More than ten years later, I am already so powerful. "
It can be said that Yevluo's words are the most useful to the beaten Fisk, because Fisk just wants to become a strong man.
"It is a special battle. Technology? "Rurik asked deliberately.
"Probably so. I dare say that against most enemies, I can easily kill that person. Even if my enemy can be a strong man many times stronger than me. "
Rurik nodded, "You are indeed not praising yourself. Then keep training them. ”
It can be said that Jevlo’s first appearance was full of hatred among the children. He used the wooden sword in his hand to deny the results of the children’s training for a year, and in various ways frustrated this group of pretentious children. The boy's courage also brought them new hope.
Human wall collision is an art of collective combat. Many times, soldiers have to fight blindly and in an unorganized manner. It is normal to be killed by an enemy with a single blow.
In the following time, what Yevro taught the boys could be basically summarized into five fighting techniques.
In the final analysis, Rurik understood that in terms of fighting art, the West and the East are similar.
People do not have terrible fangs, and their muscle strength is not high, but they have brains in their hands.With only a stick, he knew how to avoid attacks from enemies and wild beasts, protect his own vital points, and attack the enemy's vital points.
A further concise description of what Yevro teaches is how to dodge and how to attack the enemy's weak points.
The wooden shields in the hands of the Rus are no harder than those of the allied tribes. Facing the enemy's powerful and heavy tomahawk attack, blocking with the wooden shield is also a kind of suicide.
Then stop fighting head-on. Fighting requires flexibility, and brute force is of course needed. Relying solely on it is a dead end.
Yevlo, who was bought by Gould, had to learn and improve his "killing" skills, which was the skill he relied on for a living!
So in this era, the various tribes in Northern Europe essentially did not have pure professional soldiers who were out of work. The closest thing to this existence was the private guards of the leaders and wealthy businessmen who were supported with money.
Theoretically, all men in the tribe who can hold a sword are warriors, even a ten-year-old boy is a warrior.
For example, Fisk, who was beaten by Fatty, is already a bottom line among tribal warriors.
This kind of tribesmen who were armed in an emergency, although they were in good health and knew certain tactics, they were still beaten violently when faced with real trainers.
Give fighting training to all the men in the tribe? That's ridiculous. Even most tribal leaders did not think of this.
Because most tribal leaders pay basically zero attention to education. No leader has ever thought of gathering the children of the tribe, hiring a "war maniac" as a coach, and teaching all the children how to fight.
In the end, the children grew up, and most of them learned some of Yeluzi's combat skills. It's just that they lack systematic training. Even if they gather hundreds of people, they will still be beaten by the leader's mercenary guards like melons and vegetables.
For five days, more than a hundred young boys from the Ross tribe learned how to hold swords and shields every morning.
Rurik also understood clearly that Yevlo’s so-called killing move basically aimed at the enemy’s neck and heart. As for attacking other positions, such as attacking the enemy's feet to make him fall, or attacking his helmet to make him stun. Jevro felt that these methods were of little significance. He also followed the words of his mysterious teacher, who said, "It's best not to use moves that can't kill the enemy with one hit, because the enemy just wants to chop off your head as soon as possible."
Don’t you teach fancy fist and leg embroidery? Teach various actions to prepare for the enemy, adjust your response, choose the best way to attack, and achieve a one-hit kill.
Rurik felt that he had found a treasure. This Yevro must have learned serious martial arts from a master.
October has arrived in the Julian calendar, and the temperature in Roseburg continues to drop.
All the boys had put on their own leather clothes and started one-on-one training in the forest that had become so chilly. Although they had beenI also often do one-on-one training. Those are just wild paths that are not worth mentioning. Rather than training, it is more appropriate to describe them as special fun.
Their fight becomes systematic, what is the result? It had been several days since training, and almost all the boys had cuts and bruises of various sizes on their bodies. Rurik had to lament this. Fortunately, they were fighting with wooden swords. If they had to use real steel swords, not all of them would be killed!
Why? These guys are really good students. Look where are the bruises on their bodies? Mainly on the chest and shoulders. In short, these boys are completely implementing the concepts taught by Yevlo - avoid and block the enemy's attacks, and aim at the enemy's vital points to launch fatal blows.
Later, Rurik completely understood what Jevlo’s martial arts was called.
There is an old guy named Wapujis, who may have passed away now. This person was invited by Gould to give his mercenary team the best enemy-killing skills. The young mercenaries became old men and were naturally eliminated by Gould.
The young Yevro grew up to be an adult, and spent most of his more than ten years training in practical combat, and naturally learned the lifelong skills of the Wapujis.
What is the name of Jevlo’s combat martial art?
After all, it is not a series of hacking skills summed up by Yevluo, since Yevluo has repeatedly pointed out that his teacher is called Wapujis.
Rurik simply gave it the name "Vapgis Sword Skill", and this sword skill actually emphasizes the coordination of shield and sword, which is very suitable for the tactics of the Russians. tactics. In this way, the training received by his guys at least has a clear name, and it is no longer some unnamed wild way.
Seeing them training in full swing, didn’t Rurik feel itchy?
Finally on October 4th, Rurik ordered Carlotta to continue training the girls to line up and walk out of the queue. He called Yevluo, who was always there to guide the boys in fighting, and called him to a huge fallen dead tree trunk and stated his request: "Yevluo, now you must train me. I must become a strong warrior. ! You have to teach me all the Vapjis sword skills you have mastered."
Jevro fully agreed to this, and took this opportunity to talk about his inner thoughts and the current situation. Some insights...