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 had strong suspicions of this tall but not that strong man.
They naturally compared this man to their strong father, and almost all of them 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, which he used as a sword, and a wooden shield in the other hand. He acted like a sword-and-shielder, shouting with all his might: "Come on! Which of you is the brave man? Come and attack me and defeat me!"
The boys who are brave and fierce are like a ball of firewood. Just a spark can make a fire shoot into the sky.
Long-term military training has honed their courage. Since the current challenge is a single challenge, which is the most common form of martial arts competition among the tribes, some boys mustered up the courage. Under the coaxing of the guys, they calmly charged with wooden shields. past.
A boy ran as fast as he could, trying to use his brute force to knock over Yevlo's lower body.
However, there is only one round of wrestling.
Jevro raised his legs, and together with the child's shield, he knocked him to the ground and chewed the mud.
"You? You're 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 chanted his name.
It's another little boy, maybe 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 entire 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 already a strong man, his impact would naturally be powerful and heavy.
Today, this child is still just a child.
His attack was still haphazard, but Yevro was interested in playing with him.
With an admonishing turn, Jevlo dodged the child's collision, and then kicked Kanuf in the back.
The wooden sword fell off, and the wooden shield fell off as well. Kanuf got up with his face covered with dirt. He felt that this situation was so familiar.
He still fought back undaunted, 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.
Yevluo 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 bullying the children, and this beating was a sign of love for these future Russian warriors. Because now they still don't know what fighting is.
If they were all so reckless, Jevro estimated that his little master Rurik must also be naive about fighting. This fatal naivety must be eliminated, otherwise the Russians will also be destroyed.
The shield slapped Kanuf's face with some force. When the child got up again, the left side of his face was already red. He covered his face and sat on the ground, feeling aggrieved all over his body. He cried and wailed to his friend: "Fisk! 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, didn't want to end up chewing mud. He imitated the memory of his father practicing fighting, holding a wooden shield against his chest, holding a wooden sword in his right hand, pointing the tip of the sword at the enemy, making preparations for a thrust. He was still riding a horse and moved forward slowly.
Jevro'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, but 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.
Yevluo felt the pain, but the entire lower body was still stable.
"You are a bit like a warrior. So, go to hell!" Jevro shouted loudly, and pushed the 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 sound of the collision of shields.
Rurik was happy to see those children being educated in Jevlo, but the process was a bit unexpected. He didn't expect Yevro's special strength, nor did he expect Fisk to have some other abilities besides brute force.
Rurik simply paused 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 cheered and cheered.
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 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.
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 line formations of both sides fired two or three rounds at each other, since neither side retreated, they could only engage in a brutal bayonet battle. The moment the bayonets connected, huge casualties occurred.
The moves that Jevro used were extremely simple, mostly blocking with a shield, and then using his dexterous right hand to hold a wooden sword, which turned into a flowery stab. Obviously, even a wooden sword can cause internal bleeding. Yevro did not want to really cause serious damage to his opponent, but even though he hit it, Fisk was still beaten by the wooden sword and his nose bleeds. If this was a real steel sword, Fisk's head would have been flying into the air.
The boy's spirit was already in a trance. Fisk got up, picked up the wooden sword, and continued fighting without saying a word.
At this time, Yevluo 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 worry, still chanting the slogan "Urafisk". Because Rurik told his guys that the so-called "Ula" means "we must win".
Fisk was visibly inspired.
A wooden sword stabbed away, and Jevro pushed hard with his shield. The wooden sword flew away, and next, Jevro's wooden sword was pressed against Fisk's neck. With brute force, he was stunned to the ground.
Jevlo's right leg held down Fisk's left arm, and his left hand held down Fisk's right arm. The wooden sword in his hand was pressed hard against the neck of the boy whose face was covered with blood. At this moment, there were no provocative words, "Child, if I were holding an iron sword, you would have died five times. You are very brave, maybe You also know a lot about human wall fighting, but all of you don’t 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: "Jevro, 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."
The implication of Rurik's words is that Fisk is bound to lose, and everyone is bound to lose. He looked up at Yevro again: "What exactly are the tricks you used? Your movements were very smooth, and you neutralized all their attacks with just one blow."
"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 powerful."
It can be said that Yevlo'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 aroused the hatred of 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 brought them 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, and 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 similar.
People don't have terrible fangs, and their muscle strength is not very high, but they have brains. Even if he only has a stick in his hand, he still knows how to avoid attacks from enemies and wild beasts, as well as protect his own vital points and attack the enemy's vital points.
A further concise description of what Yevro 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 tomahawk attack, blocking with the wooden shield is also a kind of suicide.
Then stop fighting head-on. Fighting requires flexibility, and of course brute force is needed. Relying entirely on it is a dead end.
Jevro, 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 of the leaders and wealthy businessmen who were supported with money.
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 physical condition and knew certain tactics, they would still be beaten violently by real trainers.
Give fighting training to all the men in the tribe? That's ridiculous. Even most tribal leaders did not think of this.
Because most tribal leaders 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 of Yeluzi's combat skills. It's just that they lack systematic training. Even if they gather hundreds of people, they will still be beaten by the leader's mercenary guards like melons and vegetables.
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 that Yevro's so-called killing move 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, and attacking his helmet to make him stun. Jevro felt that these methods were of little significance, and he also followed the words of his mysterious teacher, who said, "It is best not to use moves that cannot kill the enemy with one blow, because the enemy just wants to chop off your head immediately."
Don’t you teach fancy fist and leg embroidery? Teach 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 forest, which had become chilly. Although they had often done one-on-one training in the past few months, those were just wild paths that were not worth mentioning. Rather than training, it would be more appropriate to describe them as special fun.
Their fight becomes systematic, what is the result? It had been several days since training, and almost all the boys had cuts and bruises of various sizes on their bodies. Rurik had to lament this. Fortunately, they were fighting with wooden swords. If they had to use real steel swords, not all of them would be killed!
Why? These guys are really good students. Look where are the bruises on their bodies? Mainly on the chest and shoulders. In short, these boys are completely implementing the concepts taught by Yevlo - avoid and block the enemy's attacks, and aim at the enemy's vital points to launch fatal blows.
Later, Rurik completely understood what Yevlo's martial arts was called.
There is an old guy named Wapujis, who may be dead now. This person was invited by Gould to give his mercenary team the best enemy-killing skills. The young mercenary became an old man and was naturally eliminated by Gould.
And the young Yevro 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 actually emphasizes the coordination of shield and sword, which is very suitable for the Russian tactics. In this way, the training received by his guys at least has a clear name, and it is no longer some unnamed wild way.
Seeing them training in full swing, didn't Rurik feel itchy?
Finally, on October 4, Rurik ordered Carlotta to continue training the girls to line up and leave. He called Yevluo, who was always there to guide the boys in fighting, and called him to a huge fallen dead tree trunk and stated his request: "Yevluo, now you must train me. I must become a strong warrior. ! You must teach me all the Wapgis sword skills you have mastered."
Yevro agreed wholeheartedly, and taking advantage of this opportunity, he also talked freely about his inner thoughts and some opinions on the current situation...
