Chapitre 73: Chapter 240: Jeflo's Wapus Sword Skill
Gould's mercenary captain Jeflo, and now he has not really become the mercenary captain of Rurik, but has become the instructor of a group of boys.
At first, the boys had a strong suspicion of this tall but not so strong man.
They naturally compared this man with their strong father, and almost everyone wondered if he was really strong.
To gain prestige among a group of children, let yourself be a target first, and be beaten by the group of cubs.
But gang fight? How is that possible?
Yvlo held a wooden stick as a sword, and a wooden shield in his other hand. He looked like a sword and shield, and screamed: "Come! Who is a brave man? Come attack me and defeat me!"
The brave boys are like a ball of firewood, and only a spark can be soaring into the sky.
Long-term military training has cultivated their courage. At present, it is a single-player challenge. It is the most common form of tribal martial arts. Then some boys mustered up the courage, holding a wooden shield, and rushing calmly under the coaxing of the guys. past.
A boy rushed as hard as he could, trying to knock over Jevlo's bottom plate with his own brute force.
However, there is only one round of wrestling.
Jeflo raised his leg high, and together with the child's shield, he fell to the ground and threw his mouth into the mud.
"You? You look like a ram, but unfortunately you can't knock me down."
The child lying on the ground bared his teeth and looked unwilling.
The other children also gritted their teeth with hatred. They really couldn't think of how Boss Rurik would pull such a big demon over.
"Let me come!" Kanuf volunteered, and the children shouted his name.
It's another little boy, maybe a little stronger than just now. However, Jeflo had already estimated that this group of children received Rurik's single training for too long, and none of them knew how to fight alone to slay the enemy.
"Boy, are you strong? Come on!" Yevlo deliberately faced Kanuf with his entire chest, "You can touch my leather armor, and I will win."
Isn't this a provocation?
"I will teach you a lesson!" Kanuf, who was dazzled by anger, couldn't think of any combat skills, and rushed like a bull.
If Kanuf is already a strong man, his impact will naturally be heavy.
Today, this child is still a child.
His impact was still unstructured, but Jeflo deliberately played with him.
Turning around with an admonition, Jeflo escaped the child's collision, and then he kicked Kanuf in the back.
The wooden sword fell off, and the wooden shield fell off too. Kanuf, whose face was full of mud, got up, and he felt that the situation and the scene were so familiar.
He still didn't get discouraged and counterattacked, and this time, he was going to attack Jevlo's bottom plate with his bare hands to prove the effect of the grappling skills he learned from Rurik.
Jeflo was a little surprised, the boy rushed over with his bare hands?
"What a reckless man, people like you will die in the first battle." Jeflo is bullying the child, and this brutal beating is a care for this group of future Russian warriors. Because they still don't know what fighting is.
If they were all so reckless, Jeflo reckoned that his little master, Lurik, would be full of innocence in the battle. This deadly innocence must be eliminated, otherwise the Rus will be destroyed.
The shield slammed Kanuf's face hard, and when the kid got up again, his left cheek was flushed. He sat on the ground with his face covered, aggrieved in pain, and wailed to his friend with a weeping face: "Fisk! Revenge for me!"
Fisk at this moment has become the hope of the whole village.
Ah, the Ross tribe is indeed a form of big village.
The enemy is very strong, there is no doubt about it!
The cautious Fisk didn't want to end up with a mouthful of mud. He learned from the memory of his father practicing combat, with a wooden shield against his chest, his right hand holding a wooden sword, and the tip of the sword pointing at the enemy, making preparations for a stab. He was still striding forward, slowly moving forward.
Jevlo's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help being 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's head is hairless, just because he likes this hairstyle?
The two approached cautiously, and the distance between the shields continued to be only one centimeter.
Evlo looked down on 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'm afraid I will beat you up. Just like your companion."
Fisk immediately felt a fire, but his anger was concealed by a calm face with many freckles.
He swept his leg sharply, and the kick hit Jevlo's knuckles impartially.
Yevlo felt the pain, but the whole bottom plate was still stable.
"You're a bit like a soldier. So, go to hell!" Yevlo yelled, the shield slammed, and Fisk tried to block it.
At this moment, Rurik was struggling to train the group of little girls what is left and right, and he was also disturbed by the impact of the shield.
Rurik was happy to see the children educated by Jeflo, but the process was a bit unexpected. He couldn't think of Evlo's special power, and he didn't expect Fisk to have something other than brute force.
Simply Liurik suspended the training and let a vote of the girl rest on the spot under Carlota's guidance.
He rushed to the boys' training center to watch a good show.
Fisk attacked again! The children clamored for it.
But this time, Fisk was knocked away by the side of Yevlo's shield again, and then the tip of the wooden sword pressed against Fisk's torso.
"It's already the third time. You have died three times. Give up?"
Fisk still bared his teeth, he didn't mean to cry, even if he had some wounds on his face and one ear was very red.
Fisk picked up the wooden sword and staggered to continue the attack. The fourth offensive was still easily resolved.
All that is happening now, Rurik is in sight.
It can be said that Fisker's failure is doomed. A ten-year-old kid fought with a twenty-five-year-old professional mercenary. Isn't this looking for abuse?
Even so, Rurik saw the wonder of Jeflo's attack.
Sure enough, this Jeflo is indeed a respectable opponent. He has no intention of having fun, and all the offensives and counterattacks launched are killer moves.
The real life-and-death battle is like this. The moment the two anti-sergeants contact each other, there are often huge casualties.
On the battlefield, there is no chance for you to come and me to recruit. Everyone is a professional soldier, and what they do is just a trick to kill the enemy.
Even after a thousand years, when the line arrays of the two sides fired two or three rounds of guns each other, since neither side retreats, they can only engage in cruel bayonet battles. The moment the bayonet met, huge casualties occurred.
The tactics used by Jeflo are extremely simple, mostly shield block, and then dexterously holding the wooden sword with his right hand, changing into a flowery jab. Obviously, even a wooden sword can cause internal bleeding. Jevlo didn't want to seriously inflict serious damage on his opponent, but even though it was so far, Fisk was still bleeding from the rammed wooden sword. If it were a real steel sword, Fisk's head would have been flying into the air long ago.
The boy's spirit was already in a trance. Fisk picked up the wooden sword and continued to fight without saying a word.
At this time, Jeflo felt more and more interesting.
He felt that this child was somewhat similar to what he used to be, a boy who fought desperately.
The boy launched his fifth attack while swaying, and the children onlookers watched with anxiety, still chanting the slogan "Urafisk". Because Rurik told his guys, the so-called "Ullah" means "we will win" in it.
Fisk was clearly inspired.
A wooden sword stabs away, and Jeflo pushes it again with a shield. The wooden sword flew, and next, Jevlo's wooden sword fierce pressed against Fisk's neck, relying on brute force, and stunned him to press him to the ground.
Jevlo's right leg pressed Fisk's left arm, and his left hand pressed Fisk's right arm. The wooden sword in his hand slammed against the blood-stained boy's neck. At this moment, there was no provocative words, "Child, if I hold an iron sword in my hand, you have died five times. You are brave, maybe He also knows how to fight with human walls, but all of you don't know the real battle."
"Um..." Fisker still refused to accept it, his clenched fists shot straight up, and his sense of resistance never ceased.
"Do you still want to win? Well, I can teach you."
Rurik appeared after watching the play for a long time.
"Let's stop here." Rurik clapped his hand, and said in a reprimanded tone: "Jeflo, maybe you shouldn't be so excessive."
Yevlo stood up, Fisk, who had lost his restraint, wiped the blood from his nose, and stood up quickly, although the whole person was still dangling.
Jeflo had his own thoughts. He respectfully said: "Master, these children must know what pain is, so that they will not feel pain on the battlefield in the future."
"Should adults learn to be beaten first? Maybe you are right. But your methods are too ruthless." Rurik tried to appease Fisk with these words.
Fisk covered his face and grumbled reluctantly: "It's nothing. I...I can still fight."
"Enough! Fisk, it's okay to admit defeat now. If you win, I will have to find better warriors to train you."
Rurik's implication can be said that Fisker must lose, and everyone is bound to lose. He raised his head to look at Yevlo again: "What are the tricks you used? Your movements are very smooth, and all their attacks are resolved with just one blow."
"This is the key to me being valued by Gould. It is also the person who invited a master to train me. I learned a lot of practical combat skills, but there is no clear name. As you can see, I used to be like this boy being beaten. My face is full of blood, more than ten years later, I have been so strong."
It can be said that Jevlo's remarks are the most useful to the beaten Fisker, because Fisker just wants to be a strong man.
"Is it a special combat technique?" Rurik asked deliberately.
"Probably yes. I dare say that I can easily take that person's life against most enemies. Even though my enemy can be a strong man who is many times stronger than me."
Rurik nodded, "You really are not complimenting yourself. Then continue to train them."
It can be said that Jeflo's debut filled the hatred of the children. He denied the children's one-year training result with the wooden sword in his hand, and after all kinds of damaging the spirit of these pretentious little boys, it also brought them new hope.
Crashing against human walls is the art of collective warfare. In many cases, soldiers have to fight individually. Blindly and chaotically, the body is full of flaws, and it is normal to be killed by the enemy in one blow.
In the next time, what Jeflo taught the boys can basically be summarized into five combat maneuvers.
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. Even if he only has a wooden stick in his hand, he knows how to avoid attacks from enemies and beasts, as well as the key to protect himself and the key to attack the enemy.
A further concise description of what Jeflo taught is how to dodge and how to attack the enemy's culprit.
The wooden shield in the hands of the Ruths is not harder than that of the allies and tribes. In the face of the enemy's heavy axe attack, the wooden shield's block is also a kind of death.
Then stop head-to-head combat. Fighting requires flexibility, and brute force is of course required. Relying on it is a dead end.
Jeflo, who was bought by Gould, had to learn and improve his own skill of "cutting people", which is the skill he depends on for a living!
Therefore, in this era, there are essentially no full-time professional soldiers among the various tribes in Northern Europe. The closest thing to this existence is the private guards of the leaders and wealthy businessmen who use money to feed them.
In theory, all men of the tribe who can afford a sword are warriors, even ten-year-old boys are warriors.
For example, Fisk, who was beaten by a fat man, is already a bottom line for a tribal warrior.
This kind of tribal people who were armed in an emergency, their physique is good, and they also know certain tactics, but they are still beaten up in the face of real training.
Fighting training for all men of the tribe? It's ridiculous. Even most tribal leaders did not expect this.
Because the leaders of most tribes pay little attention to education. No leader has ever thought about the need to gather the children of the tribe, hire a certain "war mad" as a coach, and give all the children how to fight.
Finally, the children grow up, and most of them have learned a little bit of wild combat skills. It's just that they lack systematic training. They just gather hundreds of people, and they will still be beaten up by the leader's mercenary guard watching melons and vegetables.
For five days, more than one hundred young boys from the Ross tribe learned the techniques of holding swords and shields every morning.
Rurik also understood that the so-called killer move by Jeflo was 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, attacking his helmet to make him stunned. Jeflo felt that these methods were of little significance. He was also attached to the words of his mysterious teacher at the time. The so-called "movements that cannot kill the enemy in one strike are best not to be used, because the enemy only wants to cut your head for the first time."
Don't teach the fancy fancy embroidery legs? Teach the various actions to face the enemy's momentum, adjust your own response methods, choose the best shot method, and complete the one-hit kill.
Rurik felt that he had found the treasure. This Jeflo must have learned a serious martial art from a certain master.
The Julian calendar has reached October, and the temperature on the boundary of Roseburg continues to drop.
All the boys have changed into their own leather jackets and started one-on-one training in the forest that has become severe. Although they often did one-on-one training in the previous few months, those are just unremarkable wild roads. Rather than training, it is more appropriate to describe them as special frolics.
Their fight has become structured, what is the result? It has been training for a few days, and almost all the boys have large and small wounds and bad bruises. Rurik had to sigh about this. Fortunately, they were fighting with wooden swords. This had to be replaced with real steel swords, but not all of them were killed!
Why? This group of **** are really good students. See where are the bruises on them? Mainly in the chest and shoulders. In short, these boys are fully implementing the concept taught by Yevlo-avoiding and blocking the enemy's attacks, targeting the enemy's vital points and launching a fatal blow.
Later, Rurik fully understood what Yevlo's martial arts was called.
There is an old guy named Wapus, maybe now it's gone. This person was invited by Gould to ask this person to give his mercenary team the best killing skills. The young mercenary became the old man and was naturally eliminated by Gould.
While young Yevro grew up as an adult, most of his more than ten years of time spent training practical combat ~ ~ naturally learned the life skills of that Vapuis.
What is the name of Yevlo's combat martial arts?
After all, it is not a series of hacking techniques summarized by Jeflo, since Jeflo keeps pointing out that his teacher is called Wapus.
Simply Rurik named the "Vapus Sword Skill" for it, and this sword skill really emphasizes the coordination of the shield and the sword, which is very suitable for the Rus people's tactical tactics. In this way, the training received by my fellows has at least a clear name, and it is no longer an unfamiliar way.
Seeing that they are training in full swing, isn't Rurik feeling itchy?
Finally, on October 4th, Rurik ordered Carlotta to continue training the girls to line up outside the queue. He called Yevlo, who was always instructing the boys to fight, called him to a huge fallen tree trunk, and said his request: "Yevlo, now you must train me. I must be a strong fighter. ! You must teach me all the skills of the Wappus sword."
Evlo fully agreed to this. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he also talked about his own thoughts and some insights about the current situation...
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