Village Building Order Frenzy

　　 One night passed quickly.

　　 Very unexpected. Last night, only five little monsters with short eyes bumped into him, and nothing else happened.

　　 The horrible night that Zhang Yang imagined did not appear at all.

　　 But this should also be normal. There cannot be too many monsters in an area, not to mention that he has successively killed three bosses in this area.

　　 Thinking of this, Zhang Yang also took out 20 units of monster meat, let the soldiers set up a fire, and began to prepare today's breakfast.

　　 When the smell of barbecue began to fill the air, he saw the gunman leader Wu Yuan leading a patrol team back, everyone carrying a large bundle of wood.

At first, he thought it was the firewood collected by Wu Yuan and the others, but then he discovered that these so-called firewood were quite regular, about two meters long, with thin arms, uniform ends, and fine and firm texture. This was obviously carefully selected. of.

　　 "Mr. Village Lord!"

When they came to Zhang Yang, Wu Yuan and the others unloaded the firewood and saluted him neatly. The awe from the next to the top is almost inscribed in the bones. If his previous guess was correct, these soldiers were all tied by the seal before. In the village construction order, then there must be some reason why they dare not resist any order from the holder of the village construction order.

　　 Of course, Zhang Yang is just thinking about it, on the surface it is still very kind, and even stepped forward to pat the dew on Wu Yuan's shoulder.

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

"Master village chief, I took the time to chop them back early this morning. I am going to cut them all into wooden spears, the kind of wooden spears that can be thrown. Your words yesterday reminded me that our soldiers face those For terrible monsters, their attack methods are still too thin. If they all master the skill of throwing wooden spears, this will undoubtedly make it easier for us to strangle those monsters."

　　 Wu Yuan said loudly, looking very serious.

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

"Master village chief, no need. I always think that a good soldier's first priority is to be familiar with his own weapons. If even the weapons that depend on his own life are not made by himself, what qualifications do he have to survive on the battlefield? It deserves to die."

　　 "Hey, this sentence makes sense, yes, I didn't misunderstand you!" Zhang Yang really appreciates Wu Yuan more and more at this time, as if this guy is born a hero template, then, start the hero trial?

　　 No, just wait.

　　 Next is a pleasant breakfast.

　　 After eating and drinking, the gunman captain Wu Yuan officially began to teach the soldiers the skills of throwing. The 6 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 joined the training. Well, although Zhang Yang claims to be a magician, everything is a cloud in front of survival. As long as you can survive, don’t Speaking of learning how to throw a wooden spear, he didn't hesitate to learn how to steal a jade from a jade.

However, Wu Yuan's training is really ingenious. 20 trainers each handed out 10 rough wooden sticks, plus a long knife, and then started cutting by themselves. When did they think that the wooden spear was cut, and when did they stop? .

　　 Although he was puzzled in his heart, Zhang Yang was still very serious about studying. Of course, he had to have an attitude of learning. If he didn't understand anything, he would know that he didn't know why.

And at the beginning of cutting, Zhang Yang didn't think it was easy or difficult. After all, apart from the regret that he was not a master, his hands-on and destructive ability is very strong. After all, there is a mechanical engineer. Dad is not kidding.

It didn’t take long for Zhang Yang to cut the first wooden spear. He felt that it was not bad, or it was related to the strength of the B-level soul and E-. His hand holding the long knife was very stable, so The cut wooden spear is also very beautiful, it is called a smooth one.

　　 But when Wu Yuan walked over, his expression became weird.

"Master village chief, please be forgiving. Although you are cutting very seriously, I think you lack the awe of this matter. If you want to continue learning wooden spear throwing, I want to be bold and let you experience what it means. Awe."

　　 "Awe?"

　　 Zhang Yang was a little puzzled. He thought he was serious, and he was really attentive. He didn't even have any distractions. Look, the other soldiers didn't even cut out the first wooden spear, and they were all ugly.

　　 "I don't quite understand, can you make it clearer?"

　　 "Sir, I'm sorry, I can't explain it, but I do feel that you are not in awe of this matter, and I ask you to forgive me." Wu Yuan seemed to be very distressed, as if there were fragments in some memories.

　　 This made Zhang Yang more sure of his previous guess.

　　 "Well, then you can use the way you can express, let me feel what awe is." Zhang Yang laughed and didn't care.

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

　　 Wu Yuan bowed and took the wooden spear that Zhang Yang had just cut out, and withdrew it directly back about 100 meters before he made a preparation to throw.

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

　　 But in the next second, when Wu Yuan's body was twisted at an insignificant angle, and the direction of the wooden spear was pointed at the public, everything was different.

　　 It was as if a great horror had come in an instant. Zhang Yang felt his whole body's hairs stand upside down, his heart was stagnant because of 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 being placed on a burning chopping board, placed in the ice and snow, and thrown into the endless abyss of black prison.

　　 He couldn't even use the imprisonment 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 passed accurately between the open legs, stuck on the ground, and trembled. He didn't suffer any harm, but he really seemed to have walked through hell. Er was frightened, his brain was blank, his body was trembling, and he almost peeed his pants!

After a few seconds, Zhang Yang sat down and felt his whole body collapsed, but he did not feel embarrassed, or irritated, or embarrassed. UU reading www.uukanshu.com because he finally learned about Wu Yuansuo What does it mean that he lacks awe?

　　 is very simple, what he lacks is the fear of death.

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

　　 Even when he killed the first red eagle before, he used level 1 protection. Maybe he could argue that he was brave, but that was still far from enough.

　　 At least at that time, he didn't face the great horror of death.

　　 "My lord, please convict!"

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

"No-it's okay, I understand, you-you did a good job." Zhang Yang said that it was unsuccessful, but he really understood it, let Wu Yuan stand up, and he silently cut the second The wooden spear, this time, he is still him, the knife is the same knife, and the wooden stick is the same original wooden stick, except that the attitude is different.

　　 Before he cut the wooden spear, although he was also fully absorbed and focused, but he regarded it as a game in his life, a job, and at most a work of accomplishment.

　　 So Wu Yuan is right to say that he lacks awe.

　　He is the village head, he has second-level protection, he has imprisonment spells, he has soldiers born and died for him, even if he was afraid of fear and worry, it is indirect. He has never faced the great horror of life and death.

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

　　 This kind of cutting actually trains not only technique, not just attitude, but also a torture of will, soul, and heart.

　　 Are you ready to face life and death?