Gould's mercenary captain Jevro, now he does not really become Rurik's mercenary captain, but has become the instructor of a group of boys.
At first, the boys were strongly suspicious of 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 held a wooden stick as a sword and a wooden shield in the other hand. He acted like a sword-and-shielder and shouted with all his strength: "Come on! Which of you is a brave man? Come and attack me and defeat me!"
The boys who are brave and fierce are like a ball of firewood. It only takes one spark to make a huge fire.
Long-term military training has honed their courage. Now it is a single challenge, which is the most common form of competition among tribes. So some boys mustered up the courage, and under the coaxing of the guys, they calmly charged with wooden shields.
past.
A boy ran as hard as he could, trying to use his brute strength to knock Yevro off his feet.
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 chewed the mud.
"You? Are like a ram, but 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 shouted his name.
It was another little boy, perhaps 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, who was so angry that he couldn't think of any combat skills, rushed towards him like a bull.
If Kanuf was a strong man, his attack would naturally be powerful and heavy.
Today, this child is still just a child.
His attack was still haphazard, but Yevlo was interested in playing with him.
With a warning turn, Jevro dodged the child's collision, and then kicked Kanuf in the back.
The wooden sword fell and the wooden shield also fell. Kanuf got up with his face covered with dirt. He felt that this situation was so familiar.
He was still not discouraged and fought back, and this time, he wanted to attack Jevlo's lower body with his bare hands to prove the effectiveness of the grappling technique 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 just bullying the children, and this severe beating was a sign of love for these future Russian warriors. Because now they still don't
Know what fighting is.
If they are all so reckless, Jevlo estimates that his little master Rurik must also be full of naivety about fighting. This fatal naivety must be eliminated, otherwise the Russians will also be destroyed.
The shield slapped Kanuf's face hard. When the child got up again, the left side of his face was already red. He covered his face and sat on the ground, suffering from pain all over his body. He wailed to his friend with a sad face: "Fei
Sk! Revenge me!"
At this moment, Fisk has become 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!
Fisk, who was cautious, did not want to end up chewing mud. He imitated the way his father practiced fighting in his memory, holding a wooden shield against his chest, holding a wooden sword in his right hand, pointing the tip of the sword at the enemy, and made a gesture to prepare for a thrust.
He was still on horseback, moving forward slowly.
Jevlo's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but become cautious. He could see that this 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, it’s just because he likes this hairstyle?
The two approached cautiously, and the distance between their 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'm afraid I will beat you to tears.
Like your companions."
Fisk suddenly felt a fire in his heart, but this anger was concealed by his calm face with many freckles.
He swung his leg sharply, and the kick hit Jevlo's leg joint squarely.
Yevlo felt the pain, but the entire lower body remained stable.
"You're a bit like a warrior. So, go to hell!" Jevro shouted loudly, and pushed his 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 is left and what is right, he was also disturbed by the impact of the shield.
Rurik was happy to see Yevlo educating those children, but the process was a bit unexpected. He did not expect Yevlo's special strength, nor did he expect that Fisk had other abilities besides brute force.
Rurik simply suspended 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! The children cheer for it.
But this time, Fisk was knocked away from the side by Jevro's shield, and then, the tip of the wooden sword was close to Fisk's torso.
"This is already the third time. You have died three times. Do you want to admit defeat?"
Fisk still bared his teeth and had no intention of crying, even though there were some wounds on his face and one ear was very red.
Fisk picked up the wooden sword and continued to attack staggeringly. The fourth attack was still easily resolved.
Rurik saw everything that was happening now.
It can be said that Fisk's failure is doomed. For a ten-year-old child to fight with a twenty-five-year-old professional mercenary, isn't this looking for abuse?
Even so, Rurik saw the wonder of Jevlo's attack.
As expected, this Jevlo 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.
There is no chance for you to come and fight with me on the battlefield. 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. And the moment the bayonets connected, huge casualties occurred.
The tricks used by Yevluo were very simple, mostly blocking with a shield, and then using the wooden sword with his dexterous right hand to stab in a fancy way. Obviously, even the wooden sword can cause internal bleeding, and Yevluo didn't want to really give it a try.
The opponent was seriously injured, but even though he was hit, Fisk was still beaten with a bloody nose by the hammered wooden sword. If this was a real steel sword, Fisk's head would have flown into the air long ago.
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, Yevlo 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 concern, still chanting the slogan "Ulafisk". Because Rurik told his guys that the so-called "Ulafisk",
It has the meaning of "we must win".
Fisk was visibly inspired.
A wooden sword stabbed away, and Yevluo pushed hard with his shield. The wooden sword flew away, and next, Yevluo's wooden sword fiercely pressed against Fisk's neck. Relying on brute force, he was stunned.
He pressed to the ground.
Jevro's right leg pressed down on Fisk's left arm, and his left hand held down Fisk's right arm. The wooden sword in his hand 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 had held an iron sword, you would have died five times. You are very brave, and you may also know how to fight with a human wall, but none of you understand 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: "Yevlo, maybe you shouldn't go so far."
Jevro stood up, and Fisk, who had lost his restraints, wiped the blood from his nose and stood up quickly, although he was still swaying.
Jevro had his own ideas. 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. But your methods are too cruel." Rurik tried to appease Fisk with these words.
Fisk covered his face and muttered reluctantly: "It's nothing. I...I can still fight."
"That's 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 was that Fisk was bound to lose, and everyone was bound to lose. He looked up at Yevlo again: "What exactly is the trick you used? Your movements are very smooth, and you can resolve it with just one blow.
All their attacks."
"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 there is no clear name. As you can see, I used to be like this boy who was beaten
My face is covered in blood, but more than ten years later, I am already so strong."
It can be said that Jevlo's words were the most useful to the beaten Fisk, because Fisk just wanted to be strong.
"Is it a special combat technique?" Rurik asked deliberately.
"Probably yes. I dare say that against most enemies, I can easily take that person's life. Even if my enemies can be strong men many times stronger than me."
Rurik nodded, "You are indeed not praising yourself. Then continue to train 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. After all kinds of dampening the spirit of these pretentious little boys, he also gave them
Brought new hope.
Human wall collision is an art of collective combat. Many times, soldiers have to fight alone. If you fight blindly and in an unorganized manner, you will have flaws all over your body. It is normal for you to be killed by the enemy with one blow.
In the following time, what Yevro taught the boys could basically be summarized into five fighting movements.
In the final analysis, Rurik understood that in terms of the art of fighting, the West and the East are very similar.
Humans do not have terrible fangs, and their muscle strength is not high, but they have brains. Even if they only have a stick in their hands, they know how to avoid attacks from enemies and wild beasts, protect their own vital points, and attack the enemy's vital points.
A further concise description of what Evro teaches is how to dodge and how to attack the enemy's weak point.
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 battle ax attack, blocking with the wooden shield is also a kind of suicide.
Then stop fighting head-on. Fighting requires flexibility and brute force, of course. Relying solely on it is a dead end.
Javro, who was bought by Gould, had to learn and improve his "slashing" skills, which was the skill he relied on for a living!
Therefore, 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 supported by money by the leaders and wealthy businessmen.
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.
Although these tribesmen who were urgently armed were in good health and knew certain tactics, they were still beaten violently by real trainees.
Giving fighting training to all the men in the tribe? That's ridiculous. Even most of the tribe leaders didn't think of this.
This is because the leaders of most tribes 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.
Eventually, the children grew up, and most of them learned some wild combat skills. However, they lacked systematic training. Even if they gathered hundreds of people, they would still be beaten violently by the leader's mercenary guards.
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 moves were basically aimed at the enemy’s neck and heart. As for attacking other locations, such as attacking the enemy’s feet to make him fall, and attacking his helmet to stun him. Yevlo
He felt that these methods were of little significance, and he also relied on the rhetoric 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 want to teach them fancy fists and kicks? Instead, teach them 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.
It's already October in the Julian calendar, and the temperature in Roseburg continues to drop.
All the boys had put on their own leather jackets and started one-on-one training in the woods that had become chilly. Although they had often done one-on-one training in the past few months, those were just not worth it.
Rather than training, it is more appropriate to describe the wild path mentioned as a special playfulness.
Their fighting became organized, what was the result? It had been several days of training, and almost all the boys had large and small cuts and bad bruises on their bodies. Rurik had to lament this. Fortunately, they used wood.
In a sword fight, if we use real steel swords, not everyone will be killed!
Why? These boys are really good students. Look where are the bruises on their bodies? Mainly on their chests and shoulders. In short, these boys are completely implementing what Jevlo taught.
Concept - avoid and block the enemy's attacks, aim at the enemy's vital points and launch a fatal blow.
Later, Rurik fully understood what Yevlo's martial arts was called.
There was an old guy named Wapujis, who may have passed away now. This man was invited by Gould to ask him to give his mercenary team the best enemy-killing skills. The young mercenary became
The old man was naturally eliminated by Gould.
As the young Jevro grew up to be an adult, he 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 really emphasizes the coordination of shield and sword, which is very suitable for the Russian tactics. In this way, his
At least the training the guys received had a clear name, and it wasn't some unnamed wild path.
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 Yevlo, who was always guiding the boys to fight, and called him to a huge fallen dead tree trunk.
Tell me your request: "Jevro, now you must train me. I must become a strong warrior! You must teach me all the Vapgis sword skills you have mastered."
Yevro agreed wholeheartedly, and taking this opportunity, he also talked freely about his inner thoughts and some opinions on the current situation...