Chapter 3 The Disgraceful Grenadier and the Line Infantry
The first battle in Fang Plover’s life was somewhat one-sided.
He heard Scarpe say that most people would be too nervous during the first battle in Etalia. It was like their brains were immersed in ice water, cold to the bone, and blank; the uneasiness in their hearts was like the devil's whisper, making the brave hesitate and cowardly.
The person goes crazy and ultimately loses his life.
Of course, a precious resurrection opportunity is wasted here.
But he himself was fine. Except for being a little confused at the beginning, he could hold his breath most of the time. It was just a little difficult to keep up with the others. He was holding a cold and heavy Type 7 flintlock gun, and the cold air was like a handful when he breathed.
Filing makes my lungs sting and my throat has a fishy, salty taste.
There was a row of human walls in front of them. The forest was as bright as day, and the two sides were fighting each other in chaos in the forest. The sharp whistle covered the clash of metals. Fang Plover saw a guard knight chasing a two-sword swordsman.
The latter was at a much lower level, and was forced to raise his sword to fight with one blow, two blows, and three blows. After three blows, he was struck down with one sword, his head fell to the ground, and he died with his eyes open.
Fang Plover stared into the eyes of the dead. Their faces were waxy white, and their eyes were as red as agate. They were motionless, as if they were empty bodies. Until the corpses turned into points of light, scattering in the darkness like butterflies waving their light wings.
The Silver Forest Spear is in defeat.
Quelord led his men into their left flank, causing ripples like a pebble thrown into water. There was a cry from that direction, destroying everything, and the line withered like a withered leaf. Everywhere he could see, the cold blades refracted.
In contrast, the sword blade bites through the metal, and the rose-colored blood is spread all over the fallen leaves, steaming hot.
Square Plover is in the remote queue.
Suddenly someone on one side shouted: "Three steps forward, from left to right, unarmored target, ready!"
Archers and crossbowmen wearing mail, musketeers with shining breastplates, and rangers in green cloaks stepped step by step on the soft ground covered with fallen leaves, standing forward in a rustling manner. Then they uniformly raised their war weapons in their hands.
Tools - crossbows and muskets.
Fang Lu quickly imitated the other gunners and squatted down, taking out a paper bag from the dusty bullet bag. He had some experience with firearms, thanks to his experience as a craftsman's apprentice in Kapka.
The archers opened their bows, and there was a heart-wrenching sharp sound, like a hemp rope being tightened.
Fang Yu clumsily opened the copper latch that protected the core of the musket - the red spar stone. He bit open the paper package and spit out the paper. Then he poured the blood-red catalyst into the medicine chamber, then raised the musket and used an iron drill.
Insert the bullet into the rifle - since the non-property crystal is much more fragile, the front loading method can only be used.
This job was time-consuming and laborious, and he was sweating profusely and halfway through it when he heard a low cry:
"shooting--"
The bowstrings were released in unison, and Fang Plover felt a buzzing sound in his ears, and the arrows flew into the forest like a shower of rain.
The Silver Forest Spear's retaliatory counterattack was weak, and only a few arrows flew over Fang Plover's head.
"In the second round, the third naturalist from the left, last hit." The voice shouted again.
Fang Yu then raised the musket in his hand, covered the chip flash cap and pulled out the firing pin. He knelt down and held the gun ready to shoot. However, the left wing of the Silver Forest Spear had already collapsed, and they retreated like a receding tide.
He lost his target, and so did everyone else. He turned his head to one side, and the voice ordered decisively: "Go forward a hundred feet."
Fang Yu reset the firing pin and climbed up to follow the others. But then he felt a stinging pain in his ribs, and his eyes were filled with stars. After the excitement caused by the accelerated secretion of adrenaline faded, a feeling of weakness surged uncontrollably.
.
After all, life occupations do not have the physical fitness of combat occupations.
He tried twice without success, panting and half-kneeling on the spot, his face as white as a sheet of paper. Others did not notice anyone lagging behind. However, two cold eyes in the forest were an exception.
Two Silverspear rogues have been lurking outside the battlefield since the battle began.
"Be careful!" Scarpet's voice came from the front.
Fang Plover looked up, and happened to see Scape holding her bow and setting an arrow. There was a trace of residual light on the bow string, and the arrow cluster was flashing with a sharp blue light in the cold air. "Lower your head!" There was a sharp shout. The arrow hit his face, and Fang Plover dwarfed.
body, a muffled groan came from behind, followed by the sound of a human body falling to the ground.
As soon as he turned around, he saw in his field of vision a wanderer wearing fur-trimmed leather armor, covering his chest and falling on his back. The arrows were quartered, brown and black in tail. They were the finest gryphon feathers. Fang Plover looked again.
A dead man's face looked lifeless like a wax figure. There was a figure in the peripheral vision, gradually disappearing behind the ancient tree trunks. Those were white oaks, the sacred trees of the elves of Numelin.
Another wanderer, Fang Plover subconsciously raised the gun in his hand, "Don't shoot!" Scarpe was afraid that he would fire randomly and the smoke from the firearm would disturb her.
But Fang Plover didn't act like a newcomer at all. He was calm and motionless, raising his gun and aiming in that direction.
The wind and forest fog became still.
The opponent moved half a step - the movement of the dead leaves made a rustling sound, like ripples on the water. The tip of Scarpet's ears twitched slightly, and she immediately raised her long bow and shot an arrow into the darkness, and was struck by the oak branches.
She blocked it and cursed secretly. The opponent was just within the blind spot of her shooting.
This was no coincidence. Scarpe immediately realized that it was an experienced wanderer——
"Ed..."
She was just about to give a warning when Fang Yu suddenly turned in one direction. He tilted his head and pulled down his goggles at some point. "Wait, don't—!" Scape was shocked.
She looked to the other side, just in time to see the wanderer moving between the trees like a shadow. At that moment, Fang Plover pulled the trigger, and the fire suddenly appeared, making the surroundings dark, the roar was deafening, and the smoke suddenly filled the air.
"Oops!"
This is the situation that Scape is most worried about. The trajectory of the ballistics has been predicted in advance with her detection skills. The lead shot will fly through the space between the second and third trees, missing the thief by half a step.
There's only one line left.
A strange thought suddenly came to her mind: "It's actually quite accurate..."
At this moment, a golden track flashed in the darkness, attracting Scarpe's attention. The track drew a more dexterous zigzag line through the woods. The experienced wanderer who was destined to avoid it was moved by this.
He was slightly startled by the sudden accident - which caused him to make an irreversible mistake - and stopped between the second and third white oak trees. The lead bullet hit him in the chest, and he screamed and flew out.
The rogue who flew out was out of Scarpe's blind spot. Scarpe raised her bow and shot without thinking, and an arrow passed through the opponent's throat in mid-air. She then retracted her bow and turned around.
In the darkness, the golden track drew a very elegant semicircle in the forest.
Fang Plover raised his hand and caught the brass ball with a click. It was only then that the silver rails on his gloves began to reset slowly one by one.
He slowly retracted his hand, opened his goggles, and let out a long breath with a pale face.
"...Clockwork Fairy?"
Scarpet subconsciously said something.
She walked over quickly and asked with a complicated expression: "... Did you use the clockwork fairy to interfere with her judgment just now?"
Fang Plover nodded. Then he showed his snow-white teeth cheerfully and smiled ostentatiously: "How are you, Miss Scarpet? Didn't you look particularly handsome just now?"
"You handsome guy!" Scarpet was so angry that she slapped him in the face: "What are you doing behind you?"
Fang Yu covered his head with an aggrieved look on his face: "I definitely can't catch up with you, I only have a small living career."
Scarpe didn't listen to this guy's nonsense. She walked over and took out a big bag of money from his arms with a bang: "It's weird that you can catch up with us with this thing. I'm not asking you to digitize the money."
What are you doing with it on your body, waiting to die?"
Fang Yu scratched his head in embarrassment. He couldn't say that he was a stowaway and didn't have the quantitative data capabilities provided by Glow Equipment. It was too embarrassing to say this, and he wouldn't open his mouth even if he was beaten to death.
However, Scarpet rarely pursued it and sighed. "It would be great if you had magic adaptability."
Fang Yu didn't care, and looked at his Type 7 musket. "Speaking of which, this gun does very high damage, Miss Scarpet."
"High?" Scarpet was shocked, and she even forgot her original words. This was the first time she heard someone praise this old antique for his high attack power.
"I just did 30 damage with one shot," Fang Plover looked at the musket in his hand with some unfulfilled interest: "It's several times higher than when I usually use the Clockwork Fairy to humiliate people."
Thirty damage, Scarpe looked at this guy as if he was a retard.
She nodded: "That's true."
"It's really high?" Fang Yu couldn't help but feel a little flattered by the rare recognition.
Scape shook her head: "It's really embarrassing."
"ah?"
The battle soon came to an end, and the Spear of the Silver Forest changed from a rout to a rout.
The people of Dawn Star did not choose to pursue. There was no enmity between the two sides, and the mercenaries only died for money. When the last silver flag disappeared into the forest, the forest fell silent.
At night, there is a light mist in the forest, and the ancient branches behind them are splayed and clawed, looking strange and strange. It is reminiscent of the bedside stories that are widely circulated in the Cape St. Anthony area - werewolves, vampires and dryads on the night of the full moon.
The moon tonight is just big and round, and the moonlight is like a flower.
Fang Yu packed up the seven-type musket and glanced at the other people who were cleaning the battlefield from a distance. He felt a little envious in his heart - but ninety-nine percent of the equipment dropped by the Silver Forest Spear was of no use to him. It was surprisingly cold tonight. It was cold.
There was still blood in the bitter air, as if chewing a hint of raw sweetness in the mouth, like the taste of rust.
At some point, Querod came to the side from behind and silently looked ahead with him. Fang Pliover unexpectedly turned around and saw this tall, silent man carrying a giant sword on his back and holding a flat kettle in his hand.
"Mr. Quelord, you drank during the mission again."
"This is water, boy."
"Water?" Fang Yu looked at him in disbelief, thinking that this man from a fighting nation had changed his temper.
"Water of life, vodka," he handed over the flask in his hand. "Want some?"
"...Miss Scarpet will kill you if she sees it."
"So don't tell her."
The square plover has a black line on its head.
"A boy will never become a man if he doesn't drink." Querod glanced at him. "How about it, are you still used to fighting?"
"It's okay." Fang Plover nodded.
Querod nodded and replied: "I heard Scarpet say it was a very exciting battle."
Fang Yu scratched his head in embarrassment. "Miss Scarpet said, the other party is just a rookie, it all depends on luck."
"Rookie?" Quilod glanced at him, shook his head and said nothing. He did not tell Fang Plover that they met members of the main force of the Silver Forest Spear. The reason why the battle went smoothly was because the liaison officer played too hard.
outstanding.
And the rogue that Fang Plover killed was not just an ordinary person. Scarpe checked the opponent's emblem and found that the opponent was at least a professional captain.
"It seems to be very cold tonight. It's only the end of summer. There's already a layer of frost in the forest. I remember it doesn't snow in Talun in the winter." Fang Plover looked at the surrounding forest fog and said suddenly.
Querod took a sip of wine, spit out the white mist, and the mist blended into the forest, and replied: "No." He walked forward.
Fang Plover saw this and followed him, stepping on the humus soil full of fallen leaves, like a layer of mat, soft and thick. There was a broken sword stuck in front, he stood up and pulled it out. It was a Kaolin Chang
The sword has the emblem of the White Oak City on the mirror-like blade, which is tempered with bright flames - before being quenched, the mark is carved on it with a chisel.
He held the sword in his hand and turned the blade. The blade was about three fingers wide and the edge slowly closed. It was well made and the bright light reflected on his face, reflecting his calm expression.
"It's a good sword," Querod turned back to look at the sword in his hand, "It's a pity that it broke."
"But it's not a combat tool."
"Maybe, but combat equipment may not necessarily be good."
Fang Plover threw away his sword and asked, "I'm curious, why didn't the people of the Silver Forest Spear build fortifications in the ruins?" He looked in that direction, and the elven ruins were looming behind the mist. "Isn't it more convenient to defend there?"
"Perhaps they haven't had time yet, and the Jeffrit red team will not just let it go. Both sides want to occupy this ruins." Quelord took a sip of wine and replied: "Maybe there is something in this ruins.
Important things." He suddenly asked: "By the way, do you know the other person?"
Fang Plover nodded. "The Silver Forest Spear's association in the second world is very famous in China, called the Silver Forest Crown. It also has two branches, called the Silver Forest Shield and the Silver Forest Staff, both of which are affiliated to
Windtalkers Club.”
Querod was silent for a moment and then replied: "It seems like something big must have happened in the second world."
"Why?"
“Don’t you care about the community?”
Fang Plover sweated furiously, he wanted to see it too.
Fortunately, Quelord did not delve too deeply into this issue. "More and more large guilds are returning to the first world from the second world. This is not a good phenomenon," he patted Fang Plover on the shoulder. "You have never experienced this.
You will understand the Battle of Bain thirteen years ago."
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment. "Battle of Bain?"
Querod shook his head.
He shook the kettle, turned it upside down, and found that he had found the bottom. Looking through the kettle, he happened to see Scarpe with an angry face parting from the mist and walking over, and hurriedly hid the kettle behind his back.
Scarpe glared at him and asked the two of them seriously: "Have you seen that woman?"
Quelord was stunned for a moment.
Fang Yu reacted before him and asked: "You mean Mia, Miss Scarpe?"
"She disappeared. I asked people in Group A, and someone saw her leaving alone after the battle." Scarpe looked at Fang Plover, "That woman is unreliable. She is from the Grand Guild, and
We are not the same person, Ed."
But Fang Yu didn't seem to hear the second half of the sentence. "Miya is missing?" His heart skipped a beat. "I'll go look for her!" After saying that, he ran towards the forest without looking back.
"Wait a minute -" Scape Scape watched the young man's back disappear into the mist, and retracted her hand angrily. "This kid."
"What on earth is going on?" Querod then asked.
"Someone saw her entering the ruins alone. God knows what happened." Scarpet showed a worried look. "That woman is not simple at all. That guy Ed doesn't understand anything at all. I'm worried about him.
I hit my head hard on this and my head was bleeding."
Quelord stroked the stubble on his chin, his two thick eyebrows almost knitted together, and pondered for a long time. "You also noticed it?"
Scarpe nodded. "The pair of swords she gave Ed were clearly weapons of the Dragon Knight, so I -"
Quelord interrupted her. "Let him go, Scarpet, a boy has to go through some setbacks." He lowered his head and looked at his girlfriend with very gentle eyes. "But you are becoming more and more motherly. We want to
A child, Scarlett."
Scape was stunned for a moment, her blush gradually oozing up: "You, what are you talking about? Don't you plan to continue taking risks?" At this point, she suddenly stopped and looked at her boyfriend steadily.
"Quelord, are you going to stop?"
Querod nodded. "Haven't you noticed yet?"
"So many big guilds have poured into the First World, and I'm not blind," Scarpe hesitated. "But..."
Quelord didn't say much, just held her hand.
Scarpe leaned over and pressed her body against his broad chest. "Okay, actually I have this idea too. After all, no one wants to experience what happened thirteen years ago again. But I just want to stay a little longer."
, you know, Ed is really talented..."
"You want to take him with you for a while?"
Scape nodded.
"But he doesn't have magical adaptability."
Thinking of this, Scarpe became a little angry and muttered: "So I want to convince him to become an alchemist honestly, but that guy's head seems to be carved from granite, and no oil or salt can enter it."
Querod burst into laughter: "If you say you don't agree with him, he is serious. He will leave the adventure group after this mission." He looked in the distance, the temperature continued to drop, and the fog in the forest was becoming more and more misty.
Nong. "He has his own way, I know that very well."
"Yeah, just like you, annoyingly stubborn."
Querod chuckled and only gently shook his girlfriend's hand.