As long as anyone comes here, there is no coward. Anyone who comes here is the pride of the Tang Dynasty. Remember in one second [Bai Xiaosheng Novel Network] www
However, they are still too young after all, so small that even those who have experienced countless blood and are accustomed to seeing life and death cannot bear to feel distressed.
Yan'er got up with the others. The story time was over and it was their turn to start training.
The training method is very simple. Wear the simplest leather armor and helmet, hold your own weapon, and rush forward in the rain of arrows.[
There is no one who hides behind on the battlefield. Doing so will be regarded as a deserter. Even if they come back alive, they will only die. They must rush forward, and they can only rush forward.
Naturally, the arrows used for training were not real arrows, but arrowheads with their arrowheads removed, stained with white ash. A thousand people fired at them in front of them, imitating the form on the battlefield. And they rushed forward until they rushed forward.
In front of those thousand people.
Every time it ends, the white dots on your body represent the amount of punishment you will face next. If you have white dots, it proves that you did not run fast enough, dodge not neatly enough, swing the weapon fast enough, and blocked not enough arrows. There are white dots.
, proves that you have died in this round.
Moreover, when those arrows hit the body, they themselves hurt. In the words of veterans, it hurts to remember! If they were not afraid of being injured and affecting their ability to go to the battlefield, they might have used real arrows!
"Rush!!" Yan'er rushed forward with everyone.
No one will regard all this as a drill. This is not training. This is a real battlefield and a real moment of life and death.
Yan'er rushed forward with them, keeping the same frequency as the others. Four people were in a team, blocking each other in speed, forming an offensive and defensive alliance... rush, rush forward, keep going forward...
The four people formed a team of one, two and one. At the front was a fourteen-year-old boy named Qi Pu, who was also the captain of their four-person team. The two people behind him were also fourteen years old, one was named Liu Tongshou and the other was named Liu Tongyuan.
People are brothers and cousins. Yan'er is at the end...
This is the team they formed just yesterday.
There are a total of sixteen people in their group, divided into four small groups. They are the sixteen youngest among the six thousand people.
"Kill!" Qi Pu suddenly roared, and the weapon in his hand was swung like a net, covering them all in the middle.
Yan'er was short in stature and was at the end of the queue, so those arrows were almost completely blocked. All she did was to run with them. Occasionally, she had to block one or two arrows that slipped through the net...
But this situation won't last forever.
Each team must rush four times. Everyone must adapt to each of these four positions, because they are the cannon fodder team with the highest mortality rate. No one can guarantee that the people in this team can
How long will it be supported?
In the words of a veteran, "Don't hold on to the illusion that everyone in this team will follow you to the end. Maybe, the first time he goes to the battlefield, he can die, and so can you. So, you must learn
You are still teammates, but at the same time you have to be more independent, and you have to get used to forming a temporary team at any time, and you have to adapt to standing in every position. Unless you can survive ten wars alone!"
Who can guarantee? No one, so four people have to rush four times. Each time, the four people's positions are different.
Yan'er also had a chance to rush to the front. Her task was simple, to defend herself. She was small and her sword was short. This meant that the range she could defend was too small.
What discouraged her was that on such a battlefield, neither the star-chasing sword technique nor the carefree footwork she had learned were of any use... What the battlefield needed was not flashy moves and coquettish footwork. It needed
What matters is killing enemies, surviving, and perseverance to crawl out from the dead.