The martial arts used in fighting against people in Rigar's world, except for the war hammer type for plate armor, including sword skills, the martial arts skills corresponding to any weapon are far better than those who know nothing about it. The imagination is more complicated, but also more...lā
It cannot be summarized by simple brute force and speed. It is true that a guy with an advantage in physique, height, and brute strength can suppress people smaller and weaker than him by swinging wildly with this strength in a one-on-one battle. But when the physical conditions of both parties are equal or at least relatively close, the person who understands fighting skills will always win.
The original intention of the creation of martial arts is to make up for deficiencies in other aspects. After all, most people don’t have a physique that is too much beyond ordinary people to use brute force to suppress. When the opponent and you are almost the same in strength, speed, reaction ability, etc., it can determine success or failure or even life and death. Of course, it is the mastery of skills.
Simply blaming the strength and speed of a certain attack and judging strength based on pure strength and speed is what most people who know nothing about real martial arts can do because their knowledge is too shallow. The only answer that comes out can be understood and accepted by themselves.
It is true that strength and speed training are also very important components. But martial arts or martial arts, no matter which method is used to call it, it summarizes the "technology of using weapons". In other words, the real core component is "technology", not anything else.
In Rigal's world, various races, including humans, and various ethnic groups within the race, have many differences from skin color to hair color to eye color to language to living habits and even body size - but there is one thing. But they are always common.
The structure of the body.
Head, neck, limbs, torso. With similar body structures, the methods of how to swing and how to exert force are naturally the same. The movement of the arms, the movement of the feet, and the exertion of the back. After studying all of this, the martial arts created can naturally be used everywhere.
Experienced warriors, those who have experienced many battles or even wars, will understand that the weight and size of weapons used against people alone are not necessarily linked to the lethality. Ordinary people may not understand this. After all, larger and longer weapons mean higher weight, and weapons with higher weight cause lower damage than lighter weapons, which is obviously contrary to perception.
A complete analysis of this issue would require a lot of details. Due to space constraints, we will only talk about the parts related to this chapter - that is, the parts related to sword skills.
The weapon itself does not attack the opponent; the user of the weapon is always more important than the weapon. A longer and heavier weapon does mean a larger attack range and greater kinetic energy when hitting, but at the same time, you need to spend time to "control" it and make it "do what you want" The power of hitting the enemy will naturally be greater.
Fighting is a continuous process. A lightweight long sword that can be wielded with one hand will be "arm-like" in the literal sense. It is like moving your own arm. You don't need to at all. Consider other situations; the width and thickness of the blade are too thick, and the size is too large to be a weapon within your control. Although it looks very scary, you have used a lot of physical strength to just lift it. The answer is obvious, which one is more lethal without being able to control it freely.
Well, let's think about it this way.
Suppose there is a person who is physically and strong enough to afford a larger sword than the usual weapon, can wield it like an ordinary person using a one-handed sword and a half-handed sword, and is proficient in how to use it. So what will the result be?
——This is a one-sided battle.
No matter in terms of equipment or training, the members of the Guardian Knights of the White Holy Cult are at the top. The bright white cloak of the armor is fluttering in the wind, and beneath this bright appearance, hidden is the life of an ascetic monk, which has been achieved through continuous high-intensity training for nearly ten hours a day since the age of six. A strong body and mind.
Solemn and solemn, restrained and frugal, strict discipline is the source of strength as a warrior, coupled with the protection of the above gods and saints, even if it does not belong to the great church empire on the other side, this knighthood is located on the west coast. It still has that glorious tradition and unrivaled powerful combat capabilities——
It should be like this...but what is going on.
The most typical Lamanite-style legionary combat is the infantry using square shields to form a formation to contain, and then the cavalry raids from the flanks or rear to defeat the opponent - inherited from the White Church of the old Laman Empire established centuries ago. The same is naturally true for the armament, with a hundred infantry warriors paired with two or three cavalry. Although the opponents targeted this time did not send out infantry, a detachment of eleven to twelve people as elite cavalry was fully sufficient to deal with the sparse opponents.
——Even if most of the members are still newbies.
He still remembered the way that person rushed down from the mountain, a white-haired Luoan girl. He had never seen such a person before. She had a single ponytail, and although she was a little dirty and muddy, she couldn't hide the look in her bright eyes, which fascinated him.
Is she the companion of that blasphemous creature? She must have been deceived. The only one who was ordered to be killed by the superiors was that blasphemous creature, so it seemed that he did not need to be an enemy of this lovely girl.
The slight emotion generated by the other person's appearance, along with the knight complex such as a hero rescuing a beauty, prompted the young knight to puff up his chest and take a deep breath. When the equally young captain gave the order to chase the girl, he took the lead, kicked his spurs, pulled the reins, and the horse made a loud "dong dong" sound under his crotch and chased after her.
The girl turned around in a panic and fled back into the woods. He deliberately urged the horse under his feet to chase her. What should he do? Scare her, then tell her that this is a wonderful misunderstanding, and that you will save her from the filthy and blasphemous creatures - will you win her heart? A smile appeared on the lips of the knight under the visor. He turned the horse's head and kicked the horse's belly hard again to drive it forward. The horse whined in pain, but was scolded by the young knight along with the captain behind him. ignored.
The scenery quickly shrank behind him, and he galloped over quickly. The girl, who was hungry and tired and had no strength to run, of course could not escape his pursuit. When the young knight saw her, she turned back and glanced here, with bright eyes. The look of horror was obvious. His smile grew even wider, but in the next moment the girl stopped and turned around, leaning against a thick tree trunk behind her back.
Did she stop? So is this a good chance for him to win her over? Does she want to give in to herself? After all, it is a knight riding a war horse like this. This girl must have never seen such a formation before. In addition, she was abandoned by her companions and left here alone——
alone--
In the flash of lightning, the eyes of the knight, who was full of thoughts on how to get her, saw something that was more or less familiar to him.
The last time I saw it was during the first cavalry class in the church training camp. At that time, the instructor was teaching himself how to become a cavalry instead of a mounted infantry - and in his explanation, the most important thing is to restrain a cavalry like yourself. The most expensive and cheapest tool is this kind of tool, which is composed of simply sharpened wooden stakes and ropes.
"Oh God -" "Hissing, fussing, fussing -" The momentum could not be stopped, and the subconscious pulling of the reins caused the horses to panic, and each horse pushed towards the wooden obstacle with inertia. His chest and neck were pierced by sharp wooden stakes without any resistance. The knight was distracted for a moment and missed the chance to react. He flew away. Fortunately, his experience saved his life. He instinctively curled up his neck, curled up his hands and feet to protect his body, and as a result, he was not knocked unconscious. , despite the force of the impact on his arms and legs being so great that the armored bones and muscles were severely damaged, he survived - which was a good thing - or should have been a good thing.
"Damn it, you bitch, I'm here to save you, you know! Damn you little bitch, get out here!" The bone-piercing pain made the knight curse loudly. The so-called strict discipline, solemn, solemn and powerful soul that he boasted in his mind five minutes ago disappeared at this moment.
"I am Jackman of the White Vatican Protectorate Knights. Get out of here. I will give you a god——" The second half of the words could not be said. The weak riveted mail gorget was penetrated by the tip of the sword and was Blood surged from the severed carotid artery and soaked his cotton armor and underwear. The damaged vocal cords allowed him to make only hesitating sounds. The knight's eyes widened and his mouth opened wide, making a sound of "Guke oh——", and Through the sideways viewing opening on the visor, he saw the panting girl leaning on the tree trunk and looking over.
Those clear blue pupils were full of contempt.
——"Qiang——" The long sword with blood was drawn out.
——"Qiang——" When Mikhail led the team to rush here, he saw this scene.
After all, he thought that he had made a youthful mistake. I had just become a commander. Although I had learned in previous classes that cavalry should not chase their opponents into the forest, and now that I thought about it, it seemed like an obvious trap if only this girl showed up. He knew all this, but when the other party appeared, he couldn't apply it all, so there was no point in saying anything.
"Spread out! Spread out! Outflank them!" It is quite a pity that one of the eleven knights has lost one person. Although this is Mikhail's first time leading a team, even the team members are not very familiar with it. Not to mention any feelings, but after all, they all come from the church where they live and are considered their family members. If you don’t avenge him, then you will be ashamed of your predecessors——
“Boom—dong—!” “Boom—pop!” “Ahhhhhhh—”
Ten seconds after the order was given, Mikhail's mind went blank.
On the left is a huge log trap, and on the right is a trap with spikes made of sharpened bamboo inserted into the bottom of the pit.
There were only ten knights left. The number of knights was reduced again. Their armor could block the thrust, but their horses were also dead. The falling wood that was thrown horizontally dented the entire breastplate, and the three of them lost their lives immediately. The remaining two people were still alive and kicking in the pit - but it was not over yet.
"Damn it, what's going on on this ground!" After surviving the trap, they retreated to a woodland with a wider view on the left rear to prevent more sneak attacks, but as soon as they came over, a knight immediately started to curse. . The weight of the war horse is hundreds of kilograms. In addition, the knight himself, who is fully armed and weighs more than 100 kilograms, weighs nearly a ton. When fully accelerated, it will become an unstoppable lethal force.
But it's not always an advantage.
The horse's movement became very difficult. For some reason, Mikhail's mind went blank. He looked at the ground and then noticed the leaves of the grass and shrubs. There was a large amount of water droplets remaining on the ground, which was incompatible with the hot and bright sunny day.
He didn't have time to think. The rapidly changing situation made it impossible for Mikhail to react at all - he just stared blankly at the man with the big sword and the other man with red hair jumping over the horse and rushing towards them. He was indifferent until an older knight next to him roared: "Dismount and fight!" Mikhail woke up, pulled out the long sword fixed on the left side of the saddle, and turned over to the ground.
"Clang - Ding!" The knight who just shouted met the red-haired mercenary at a very high speed - the armor awarded to the knights by the church is a split-fingered gauntlet with a forearm. Plus a whole breastplate with a short lower edge and multiple pieces of spliced shoulder armor. This set of armor does not have the large gorgets connected to the shoulders that are popular in Silvalier or Avenella, nor does it have thigh and upper arm armor.
So strictly speaking, it should probably be regarded as some kind of half-body armor, rather than a full body. The protection of certain parts is sacrificed in exchange for higher flexibility.
"Chang——cha——" The sword skills that were only circulated internally combined with this kind of flexible and yet defensive armor showed considerable lethality. The red-haired mercenary was entangled by the experienced knight. On the spot, Mikhail and the other two knights tacitly chose to fight the black-haired man first, intending to use their numbers and excellent cooperation to deal with him first and then go back to support their companions.
The first knight who came into contact with him made a feint. When he saw the opponent raising his right hand to grab the hilt of the big sword behind him while running, he feinted and pretended to attack the weak spot under the man's exposed armpit - —But in fact, he planned to take advantage of this opportunity to stab the opponent in the throat when he retreated or lowered his arm.
This move is very simple, and the attack speed is quite fast due to the flexibility of the armor - but the opponent can easily see through it and break it.
——For just a moment, Mikhail remembered the black cat that he saw hunting mice in the church when he was a boy. The situation of toying with the opponent with an overwhelming combat power difference is very similar to the current situation.
A staggered, tall black-haired man did not draw his sword. Instead of retreating, he advanced forward, directly facing the straight thrust that was supposed to be a feint. The knight was obviously stunned. He did not retract his sword in time, but the man turned around and let him go. The blade of his long sword passed through the gap between the big sword on his back and the plate armor.
"Oops!" Mikhail couldn't help shouting, and the man then used the blade and his back to jam the knight's long sword and twisted the waist -
"Bang - Cang -" The sword blade made of fine steel bent instantly and then flew out of his hand. In the next moment, he pulled out the big sword like clouds and flowing water, and then a burst of sparks flew off the surface of the breastplate. From bottom to top, it pierced the knight's chin, which lacked protection under the mask.
"How is that possible!" This set of armor is unique to the Holy See. Some of the weaknesses it possesses are only spread among knights - so how does this man know about it?
"Who are you!" Another knight in front of Mikhail shouted loudly. He spoke in Lamani and did not care whether the other party could understand it. "Don't be impulsive!" The young knight captain was the proud man after all. The other flustered knight raised his weapon high above his head and wanted to use a powerful and heavy chop to vent his uneasiness and anger. He glanced at it Just saw it. The situation is not right, I must support you immediately!
Mikhail grabbed the long sword and rushed over from the other direction, trying to force the black-haired man to defend and give up the attack, but the big sword in the opponent's hand seemed to be weightless. Before the knight captain arrived, a The side attack was simple and unremarkable, stabbing straight into the heart of the knight from the gap under his exposed armpit.
"No!" Mikhail shouted loudly and rushed over, but at this moment a whistling sound suddenly came from his right side, and the knight captain hurriedly reacted and blocked. The stainless steel sword that struck at high speed hit the riveted side of his visor, causing the entire helmet to tilt. He stepped back and distanced himself. The skewed visor seriously affected his vision, and the armor was here. It didn't have much effect against opponents of the same level. Mikhail held the sword with one hand and quickly pulled off the belt with the other hand and threw the helmet aside.
"Dong Qiang——" The surface of the helmet that rolled to the ground was covered with wet soil. Covered with a layer of water vapor, it reflected the sun shining through the gaps in the forest.
"Come on!" There are no teammates anymore. Even if the two people who fell into the trap are not dead, they may not be able to support themselves for a while. The young man made up his mind. His white-blond hair was pressed tightly to his head due to the helmet and the sweltering heat. His eyes were sharp and bright. But at this moment, the black-haired man opposite sighed. tone.
"Luo An mixed blood?" He said this, his voice was calm and steady, but full of energy. Mikhail was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "This means nothing, fight with me!"
"...You should know that you can't beat him." The man spoke again, but Mikhail's eyes remained firm: "I know, but this is not a reason to back down."
"..." He shook his head. The white-haired Luoan girl behind him gasped, and a blond girl next to him came over to support her. Mikhail glanced at it. Before that, he didn't know who his target was, but now through the process of elimination, it was obvious that the girl in civilian clothes was the target.
'How could a girl with a caring face and such a weak look be -' He shook his head: 'You can't be confused, you can't be confused.' The hesitation that appeared for a moment was thrown away by the young knight captain with great effort. , but how could the seeds that had taken root be thrown away so easily.
"You were only recently promoted to the qualification of knight captain, right." "Ah——" The black-haired man put down his sword, and the red-haired mercenary next to him frowned and turned to the man, hesitating. After a while, he also lowered his posture. "What does it have to do with you!" Mikhail shouted loudly, and only he noticed the slightest tremor in his voice.
The courage and strength brought by the rapid secretion of adrenaline gradually faded, and together with the doubts that began to arise at some point, the hand holding the sword was no longer stable - Mikhail looked behind him again. Of the two girls, the girl with blond hair, although she was also covered in dirt, still took out a clean white cloth to help wipe the face of the white-haired girl.
'Why does it look so human! No, this must be some kind of disguise! ’ He shook his head again, but his eyes couldn’t help but want to look in that direction. At the same time, the black-haired man spoke again: "I can tell from your shoulder armor. The shoulder armor equipped by the real knight captain should be edged with brass, and there is a larger holy emblem on the breastplate. , although you got the sword, you don’t have the armor, which proves that you have only been promoted recently, and the tailor-made armor for you has not yet been completed.”
He said this, and Mikhail frowned: "..."
"Who are you, and why do you know so much about the Knights?" the young knight captain asked, and the other party sighed again at this moment: "...It seems that you really know nothing."
"Well, I had some guesses when I captured those farmers for questioning and easily obtained their whereabouts. When you followed Mira's guidance and ran in exactly as I planned, I was completely sure of this. everything."
"You were sent out as a scapegoat."
"Shut up!" Mikhail scolded the other party loudly, while the black-haired man shrugged and smiled: "The fact that you shouted so loudly proves that you also have some doubts in your heart, so you passed Trying to build up my confidence by turning up the volume."
"Let me guess, this is a secret promotion. They told you that there is an urgent task that you need to perform, so there will be no formal announcement for the time being, right?" The man raised a finger, as if at that time The words that were as accurate as being on the scene made Mikhail's heart inevitably start to waver - he could no longer convince himself, the sword in his hand hung down feebly, and the man sighed for the third time , and then said.
"There are probably all newcomers in your team."
"How could...how did you..."
"They have done this kind of thing many times." He put away his sword and walked over slowly: "When there is a big shot from above who needs force to do something, and it is not convenient to mobilize regular knights, When fighting with the Holy See Army, newcomers who have little experience scattered around will be gathered together to create a team of knights that is euphemistically called a special team."
"And for the members of this team who know the secrets of those big shots, the best ending is to just 'return to dust'." Mikhail raised his head, and he only saw the other person standing in front of him. I think this person is really tall.
"...Have you ever experienced all this?" The passionate hostility has completely disappeared.
The empty feeling in his heart made Mikhail feel that he could no longer trust anyone. He is not a fool who can be destroyed by just a few words, but precisely because of his relatively smart mind, the young man understands that everything the other party says is true.
He had somewhat guessed it before. After all, how could such a good thing, which seemed like pie in the sky, happen so easily.
"...Yes, I have experienced it a long time ago." Henry's tone became a little lower, and then he continued: "I will go on and ask you for help with something."
"I think you also want to know the truth." He turned his head and looked at the dead knights on the ground.
"The truth about this senseless bloodshed."
