Village Building Order Frenzy Chapter 16: Awe between life and death

The night passed quickly.

Surprisingly, only five little monsters without long eyes collided with each other last night, and there was no movement other than that.

The terrifying and torturous night that Zhang Yang imagined did not appear at all.

However, this should be normal. There cannot be too many monsters in an area, not to mention that he has already killed three bosses in this area in a row.

Thinking like this, Zhang Yang also took out twenty units of monster meat, let the soldiers set up a fire, and started to prepare breakfast for today.

When the aroma of barbecued meat began to fill the air, he saw Wu Yuan, the captain of the spearman, returning with a patrol team, each of whom was carrying a large bundle of wood.

At first, Zhang Yang thought it was the firewood collected by Wu Yuan and the others, but then he discovered that the so-called firewood was quite regular, about two meters in length, the thickness of the arm, the two ends were even, and the texture was fine and firm. carefully selected.

"Mr. Village Chief!"

When they came to Zhang Yang, Wu Yuan and the others unloaded the firewood and saluted him in a neat and uniform manner. The kind of reverence from the bottom to the top was etched in the bones. If his previous guess was correct, these soldiers were all killed before. The seal is bound in the village building order, so there must be some reason why they dare not resist any orders from the village building order holder.

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

"You worked so hard last night, come and have breakfast, um, what is this for?"

"Mr. Village Chief, I took the time to bring someone back to chop them back this morning. I'm going to cut them all into wooden spears, the kind of wooden spears that can be thrown. Your words reminded me yesterday, our soldiers. In the face of those terrifying monsters, the attack method is still too weak, if they all master the skills of throwing wooden spears, this will undoubtedly make it easier for us to strangle those monsters."

Wu Yuan said loudly, with a serious expression.

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

"Mr. Village Chief, no need, I always believe that a good soldier's first priority is to be familiar with his weapons. If he doesn't even make his own weapons that depend on his life, then he has no qualifications to fight on the battlefield. Live and die."

"Hey, this sentence makes sense, yes, I didn't read you wrong!" Zhang Yang really appreciated Wu Yuan more and more at this time, as if this guy was born with a hero template, so, start the hero trial? ?

No, just wait.

What follows is a delightful breakfast.

After eating and drinking, Wu Yuan, the captain of the spearmen, also officially began to teach the soldiers the skills of throwing. The six elite archers do not need training, and they are responsible for daily vigilance.

12 elite sword and shield soldiers, 7 elite spearmen, and Zhang Yang also joined the training. Well, although Zhang Yang claims to be a magician, in the face of survival, everything is a cloud, as long as he can survive Go down, let alone learn to throw wooden spears, even if he learns to steal chickens and dogs, steal incense and jade, he does not hesitate.

However, Wu Yuan's training is really ingenious. 20 trainers, each handed out 10 rough log sticks, plus a long knife, began to cut by himself, when do you think the wooden spear has been cut well? when to stop.

Although he has doubts in his heart, Zhang Yang is still very serious. Of course, he must have a learning attitude when he studies.

And at the beginning of cutting, Zhang Yang didn't think it was easy or difficult. After all, apart from his regret that he was not a scholar from childhood to adulthood, his hands-on and destructive abilities were very strong. After all, there was a Mechanical engineer's dad that's no joke.

Brush brush, it didn't take long for Zhang Yang to cut the first wooden spear, he himself felt pretty good, or it was related to the soul of B-level strength, the power of E-, his hand holding the long knife was very It is stable, so the wooden spear that is cut out is also very beautiful, which is called a smooth one.

Only when Wu Yuan came over, his expression became very strange,

"Mr. Village Chief, please be blunt, although you are very serious in cutting, I think you lack the awe of this matter. If you want to continue to learn wooden spear throwing, I want to be bold and let you experience it. What is awe."

"Awe?"

Zhang Yang is a little puzzled, he thinks he is serious, and he is really focused, not even a single distraction. Look, the other soldiers haven't even cut out the first wooden spear, and they are all ugly.

"I don't quite understand, can you be more clear?"

"Mr. Village Chief, I'm sorry, I can't explain it either, but I really just think that you are not in awe of this matter, please forgive me." Wu Yuan also seemed to be very distressed, as if some memories had gone wrong. Fragment.

This made Zhang Yang more sure of his previous guess.

"Okay, then let me feel awe in the way you can express it." Zhang Yang laughed and didn't care.

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

Wu Yuan bowed, took the wooden spear that Zhang Yang had just cut out, and retreated about 100 meters back. Only then did he make a move to throw.

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

But in the next second, when Wu Yuan's body twisted at an insignificant angle and threw the wooden spear at Zhang Yang, everything was different.

It was as if there was a moment of great terror. Zhang Yang felt that all the hairs on his body stood on end, his heart stopped beating too fast, and everything in the outside world was 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 block, placed in the ice and snow, and thrown into the endless black abyss.

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

"Om!"

The wooden spear thrown this time did not break through the speed of sound, but just accurately passed between Zhang Yang's legs, stuck on the ground, and trembled. He didn't take any damage, but he seemed to really walk around Hell, the soul was frightened away, his mind was blank, he was shaking all over, and he almost peed his pants!

After a few seconds, Zhang Yang sat down and felt exhausted, but he didn't feel embarrassed, angry, or embarrassed~IndoMTL.com~ Because he finally knew what Wu Yuan was doing What does he mean by lack of reverence?

Quite simply, what he lacks is the fear of death.

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

Even when he killed the first red eagle before, he also used first-level protection. Maybe he can quibble that he is brave, but it is still far from enough.

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

"My lord, please condemn me!"

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

"No—it's alright, I understand, you—you did a good job." Zhang Yang's words were not easy to say, but he really understood. When Wu Yuan stood up, he went silently. Cutting the second wooden spear, this time, he is still him, the knife is still the same knife, and the wooden stick is the same log stick, only the attitude is different.

Previously, he was cutting a wooden spear. Although he was fully focused and focused, he regarded it as a game in life, a piece of work, at best, a work of art with a sense of accomplishment.

So Wu Yuan is right to say he lacks awe.

He is the mayor of the village, he has secondary protection, he has confinement spells, and he has soldiers who are born and die for him. Even if he used to be afraid of fear, it was all indirect.

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

This kind of cutting is actually 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?