In standard swordsmanship teaching books, there are three opinions regarding the judgment of weapon attack distance.
The first is a direct attack, that is, the opponent stands within the range that you can hit with a normal slashing weapon. This kind of attack is the easiest to achieve, and because the distance between the two parties is very close, many techniques such as using hand guards can also be used to perform it. The second type is called an extended attack, which means that the opponent is farther away than the first type. You need to extend your arms or even your entire upper body forward to hit.
The last third type is more complex than the first two. It is no longer limited to the use of muscles in the upper body, but is related to footwork. It requires mobilizing the whole body to close the distance to ensure that the attack can hit the opponent.
Although all three are equally important, only by deeply mastering the judgment of the third attack distance and the method of action can you truly enter the realm of a swordsman.
Because of the sword fight.
It is always in motion.
"So fast -" The girl from Luoan screamed when she was pushed away by the sage. She showed no mercy and did not care about fairness. It was obviously the first time they met, but this Suomir swordsman Completely deadly.
"Wha--" He first put his toes in a standard stance at a 45-degree angle and used small steps to close the distance. Then he twisted his front foot and pushed his back foot forward hard while extending his hands to swing the sword.
Kramer's broad-blade slashing power is full of power, coupled with the powerful strength of the tall mercenary, if he fails to dodge, the best result will be severed limbs and arms.
But the first attack that Henry dodged was just the beginning. "Ah ah ah -" Seeing the fight starting, the crowd of onlookers dispersed for fear of being affected. The sage and the Luoan girl dispersed on both sides of the street, and the mercenaries seemed to have the idea of killing the stronger one first. Henry turned in the direction of the hotel.
"Whoosh--whoosh--" His footwork was as perfect as a textbook, and his ability to judge the distance of attacks was also among the best in the industry. However, his successive advances and stormy slashes still failed to hit Henry. Xian As if he could read in advance, he always avoided the opponent's attacks just right, without panicking and dodging, so he didn't even lose his breath.
In comparison, the performance of the white-haired Luoan girl was much worse. Her bright blue pupils were shrunk due to nervousness. Her breathing was disordered the moment she was pushed away by Henry, and her heart is still pounding to this day. The ground was beating at high speed.
Without mentioning the removal of temptation, life-or-death battles rarely last more than a minute. The attacks unleashed by the master swordsman were as continuous as a violent storm and as fast as lightning. As long as the reaction of the consecutive attacks was a little slower, he would be killed by the sword.
it can not be helped--
Precisely because she is a swordsman, she understands her own powerlessness even more.
Claymore is the weapon Henry holds. Although it is extremely powerful in his hands, he will get used to it after seeing it for a long time. Therefore, the Luoan girl never thought about such a problem - how would she feel if she stood on the opposite side of such a powerful weapon.
The answer to this question she had never thought about, this time she saw it clearly.
Henry's situation was worse than when he faced the dwarf warriors.
Although the opponent this time was not the kind of iron turtle whose defense was impeccable, he was also not wearing any equipment, and most importantly - this time the weapon at hand of the sage was only a short dagger.
The attack distance of a weapon is almost equated with survivability. This is why the real main battle weapon on the field battlefield throughout the ages is the spear. The great axes of the Danlasso people in the four northern islands and the great swords of the Suomir people are so good in street fighting environments full of long swords and swords and shields. In addition to the powerful use skills, they are also related to them. The size is inseparable.
Weapons such as spears are inconvenient to carry around, so when traveling or escorting missions, or in street fighting environments in urban and rural areas, people prefer long swords and knives that are easy to carry - and in this case, because of their tall and unique physique, These northerners independently chose to carry large weapons as sidearms.
Equal to yes.
We are using main battlefield weapons to deal with portable self-defense weapons.
"呲——!" The soles of the shoes made a friction sound with the ground. In a life-and-death struggle, adapting to circumstances is basic common sense. Henry, who retreated towards the hotel, was obviously using the narrower space to limit the swing of the opponent's sword. The hotel proprietress and her two sons ran far away. The sage picked up a wooden stool and used it as a shield. This time, he did not intend to retreat but stopped in place - the other party immediately understood his plan.
"Bang——ka——!" Henry planned to use a thick wooden stool leg to catch the opponent's sword, causing the sword to get stuck in the wood in order to seize the weapon, but the Suomir mercenary who reacted quickly immediately twisted his wrist and deliberately used it to grab the weapon. The sword's face was slapped on the wooden bench. He then stepped forward with force again and thrust out a sword. Because the two were of similar height, the sword was thrust towards the sage's forehead. Although Kramer preferred to slash, being stabbed was equally fatal. .
——This is a false move. Although it looks sinister, it is to trick Henry into lifting the wooden stool in his hand so that the tip of the sword staggers through the air above his head. Once he does this, the opponent will Quickly draw the sword and stab or slash at the sage's unprotected torso.
"Ka--" Instead of following his inner intuition, Henry used the stool he just picked up casually as flexibly as if he were a master of bench combat. He used the short stool legs as swords to directly wrap around the opponent's gauntlet. Laimer, but the Suomir mercenary was not disturbed by this action. Instead of retreating, he advanced directly and hit the bottom of the stool with his gauntlet in a half-sword style.
"Bang——!" The wooden surface was directly smashed through, and sawdust flew everywhere. He expected this, and then lowered his center of gravity again and leaned forward to sprint forward. At the same time, he did not consider the sword blade and directly hit the sage with a weighted ball. bridge of nose.
——If his experience and skills were any weaker, Suomir's mercenary life would stop here.
Although he was adaptable, he broke the temporary armor in Henry's hand and followed it with a weighted ball attack. However, by adopting this method, he also gave up the attack distance advantage of Claymer. And it has entered the close range where Henry can pull out the dagger and stab him.
In other words.
He was generalized.
"呲——哓——锵——!!!" The great swordsman Suomir, who reacted very quickly, immediately stopped and at the same time swung his sword forward randomly to force the sage back, and this was not the end yet. , this unparalleled and unique weapon like Kramer can be used not only in common sword skills——
"Ha--" Suomir mercenary, who charged one after another and brandished a 1.5-meter-long sword but was still breathing steadily, exhaled.
Seeing that he could not gain an advantage with his usual swordsmanship, he immediately lowered his center of gravity, regained his standard split-leg stance, and then put the big sword on his shoulders.
"It's Iron Butterfly!!" Someone among the onlookers started shouting.
"Hiss--" The tight calf muscles took a step in an instant like a battering ram hitting a city gate. He struck out with an astonishing high speed and slashed with a cassock chop, but it was not an ordinary swordsmanship. He immediately flipped his wrist again and struck out again with a steady look and smooth flow——
In the eyes of others, this beautiful northern sword skill once displayed by Henry's hands is as beautiful as a fluttering butterfly made of steel, but you can only feel fear under its sword wind.
The sage was forced to retreat one after another. In the eyes of others, he was completely at a disadvantage. But at this moment, Mira, who was on the other side of the alley, suddenly rushed into the hotel from behind the two fighting positions with a "bang" sound. among.
She took big steps and jumped up the stairs four steps at a time, almost like a rabbit. Then she quickly took out the key and opened the door to their room. Then her keen eyes immediately locked on the linen cloth placed in the corner. Something wrapped.
Mira grabbed it. Despite regular exercise, it still seemed a bit too heavy for her, but just as she was about to take it out, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the distance.
"Bang!" Mira, holding the big sword wrapped in linen in one hand, trotted open the window and leaned out half of her body.
"Do you really think our soldiers are blind when we fight with swords in public?" The officer on horseback wore a light helmet with red feathers. This time he was even more armed, including a spear and armor. Wearing clothes, and followed by a large number of infantrymen holding halberds.
"Oh, Laman dogs, they know how to gather in groups." The great swordsman Suomir, who had distanced himself, still kept the tip of his sword pointed to prevent Henry from getting closer. He spat disdainfully, but even though he looked very disdainful under his feet, But he immediately started to move, turned his head and ran to the alley on the other side regardless of the sage in front of him.
"Chase! Don't let him run away!" the officer shouted loudly, but he did not rush up immediately even though he was riding a horse. The infantrymen looked at each other and hesitated for a while before leveling their halberds and walking towards this side.
Henry stood there and watched as the Suomir mercenary smoothly received Kramer into the half-sheath behind his back while running, and then ran into an alley.
"Neighing!" The sound of horses sounded, followed by the sound of rapid hoofbeats, and then a black horse jumped out of the alley.
"Damn it, don't let him run away!" The officer cursed angrily, but he never urged the horse under him to run. He just kept urging the infantry with words.
"Ha...Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Finally, after naturally failing to catch up with the horse, he ran back panting to report.
"What a bunch of losers!" The officer still cursed angrily, but after saying this, he turned around and led the soldiers back towards the port.
"Huh -" Mira, who was by the window, breathed out, then glanced at the big sword wrapped in linen in her hand, then looked down below, and finally walked towards the room where the two people's luggage was.
"..." The sage looked at the backs of the guarding soldiers who came and went like the wind, then turned his head again and looked to the other side. The swordsman on the black horse had disappeared at the end of the road quickly. Not even the sound of horse hooves could be heard.
"A guy who only knows how to act!" The crowd began to talk, and Galeva stepped on the ground angrily and said this.
"Mr. Mercenary, are you okay?" Irmali ran over and circled around Henry, and was surprised that the sage was unscathed and his clothes were not torn.
"There's nothing we can do about it -" the innkeeper's wife who breathed a sigh of relief softened. Galeva quickly supported her, and she continued: "After all, they are those big sword demons, and the defending soldiers are just Dealing with gangsters and thieves, drunken mercenaries who occasionally cause trouble are all useless guys, and encountering that kind of murderous monster..."
"Aurora's nightmare is still going on -" "Stop talking, Mom -" Galeva said, and then he noticed that the sunlight in front of him was blocked by something, and he raised his He looked towards Henry.
"I'm sorry for breaking your chair, I will pay for it." The sage's voice was as calm as ever, but to his surprise, the young man who had provoked him so sharply this morning, now looked at him There was no hostility in the eyes directed at him.
The look in his emerald-green eyes, which was like the aurora of Suomir, the miracle of eternal night, seemed a bit complicated. In addition to surprise and admiration, there was also a trace of apology.
"No, that kind of thing doesn't matter, I can fix it in ten minutes." Galeva said this, he seemed hesitant to speak.
"Thank you for protecting our mission target, and of course, thank you, Irmali." Henry stretched out his hand and touched the head of the boy next to him. Irmali laughed "hehehe", and the sage continued. : "We have changed our plans, boss lady. If you stay here after something like this happened, it will cause unnecessary trouble for you."
"Tata -" Mira walked down the stairs. She took some time to put on the armor on top of the vest, and then placed the heavy luggage of two people on the ground. "Huh..." He gasped and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then took out his long sword from the equipment pile. Although it was still wrapped in linen, it was not unarmed. This was obviously to prevent the opponent. And kill another carbine.
"No, it's not the guest's fault -" The hotel proprietress was obviously too frightened, her face was pale and her breathing was a little disordered.
"It's not good after all." The sage shook his head: "The big tree attracts the wind."
"——The travel expenses, I have to refund you." The proprietress stood up and walked towards the inside of the hotel. Irma looked at the stables with reluctance. The little unicorn stretched out its white legs. The little head is looking here.
"I didn't expect that I wouldn't even have a night's rest. Is this like shooting myself in the foot?" Mira rolled her eyes at Henry, obviously referring to Margaret's originally perfect plan, but it was just that They did not expect that they would immediately encounter someone who was hostile to the imperial nobles. The Luoan girl then asked: "What should I do? Store the things with the union before they are ready?"
"Well, it should be safer if we live in the union temporarily." Henry replied. The two of them talked in the language of Avenella, and Galeva listened to them in confusion, opening his mouth several times. I wanted to say something for the first time but in the end I just stopped talking.
"Hey..." The sage and the girl turned their heads, and the young man clasped his hands at his sides and bowed deeply to them.
"I misunderstood you before, I'm sorry. Thank you. Although, uh, it's your own mission, but if you watch quietly from the side, maybe he - I don't know - things might get bad. ——Anyway!" From the provocation in the morning, it can be seen that this is a young man whose mouth moves faster than his brain. He tried hard to organize his words but his words were messed up.
"Anyway, I'm sorry. I was too impulsive and misunderstood before!" Galeva said in Lamani with an accent, and Henry raised his eyebrows.
He spoke.
"Actually, you didn't misunderstand anything." He spoke Suomir with an extremely pure Aurora accent.
Galeva froze on the spot.
"It's me who should be sorry, I lied." This sentence was changed to Lamani language.
"You——" The young man who couldn't turn his head stared at the sage, his face was green and red, but he could only say the word "you" for a long time.
"Pfft-hahahahaha" Mira laughed loudly next to her, causing passers-by to turn their heads and look this way.
"Hahahahaha——" The landlady walked out of the hotel with the change, and then looked at Mira who was bent over with a smile inexplicably.
"Hahahaha——" Even the sage could not give an answer as to why his disciple was smiling so happily.
Laughter echoed down the street.
In the golden sunshine.
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"...Mom, I want to know about those swordsmen. What on earth are they-" After Henry and Mira left, Galeva took the time to face his mother by candlelight after a busy day. Asked.
"What's the benefit of knowing something like this?" The proprietress obviously didn't want to mention this topic.
"Why did they become like this? They would rather be expelled by the queen and lose their place than hold on to such a weapon. What are they insisting on-"
"What are you holding on to..."
"Yes, you were born here. Your father, who died long ago, and I didn't tell you." The proprietress put the last washed plate on the drying rack, and then wiped it with a rag. Wiping his hands, he turned around.
"The legend of Suomi."
"That kind of sword is not originally a weapon that is bloody or killing, although it is indeed a very powerful weapon."
"But the first sword was in the darkest times."
"A star that brings hope to the people."
"It was forged in the Heinzwom Meteor Lake. Legend has it that it is made of meteorite iron. It is indestructible and no one can stop it."
"Is that why it's called Kramer..."
"Yes." The landlady looked out the window, and the stars in the sky were twinkling.
"Cut off people's confusion, open a bright golden road in the darkness, and bring hope to the people."
"But that kind of thing is just a fairy tale." She waved her hand, then shook her head and said with a smile.
"Maybe not necessarily." "Huh? Did you just say something, Irmali?"
"Maybe... not necessarily."
"What's not certain?"
"I secretly opened it and looked at it. Although the mercenary will be angry, it will be fine if it is not discovered."
"What was uncovered?"
