Two years later.

One day in June.

Glenling Castle, training ground, and the door of the arsenal.

A group of ragged farmers lined up to receive the weapons distributed to them.

There are many weapons in the warehouse, including rusty maces, broken short iron swords, short axes with a corner, and pointed wooden shields that are rotten by insects...

The most numerous ones are the spear made of a small piece of iron spear head on the top and a birch pole.

"Hey! This is your weapon."

A knight attendant bent his shaft to the spear like a shrimp back and handed it to Zhou Ming.

After taking the spear, Zhou Ming shook his head, lowered his waist and said, "Dear sir, this spear is too bent. Can you change it and give it to me directly?"

"Go and choose it in it yourself. You farmers are useless anyway." The knight attendant said lazily. There were hundreds of spears in the weapon warehouse, and he was too lazy to pick it for Zhou Ming.

Zhou thanked him and walked into the arsenal, preparing to choose one that was very suitable among the dazzling array of weapons.

Swords, spears, swords, halberds, bows, axes, shields, javelins, spears, and all kinds of weapons are available.

but……

In this warehouse dedicated to collecting various scrapped and damaged weapons, no weapon is easy to use or useful - except for the hundreds of spears with a little iron spear tip.

After choosing, Zhou Ming finally chose a fairly straight and sturdy spear, and also a broken dagger - he was going to go back and polish it and make it into a small dagger.

After all, it was the first time he was on the battlefield, and Zhou Ming didn't want to leave his sister Alice alone in this dangerous world.

He must be fully prepared.

The reason for the outbreak of this war was very simple: while Baron Conner was hunting in the forest west of the territory, he accidentally discovered a group of elks. When he was about to hunt the knights with his knights, Baron Garcia, who was led by Bethdo in the west, also crossed the border with a group of people, and snatched away several fat elks in front of Baron Conner.

"Baron Garcia, you damn thief! Either return the elk that stole me ten times the number, or we fight at the border, and my knights and I must open the head of you, the old thief!"

After sending this letter of war, I quickly received a reply from the other party: I am willing to accompany you

"Set off!"

In front of the castle, after a brief inspection of the "army" including 11 knights and 200 farmers, Baron Conner asked the guards to erect a black flag painted with a rose flower, and according to the agreed time, heading towards the Western Baron Garcia's territory.

On the march, Zhou Ming couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Baron Garcia also had more than a dozen knights in his hands. If these knights rushed towards him, he would be done.

Although I have never given up training in recent years, this is the first time I have been fighting with real guns and ammunition.

"Little guy, don't be nervous. I have fought with the lord hundreds of times. You won't be afraid if you fight twice... I tell you that as long as you don't stand in front and don't rush as fast as possible, you can guarantee that you can go home alive."

In the crowd, a grey and obscene old man with gray hair showed half of his black and yellow teeth and said to Zhou Ming.

"Old Joey, are you teaching you your escape experience to the rookie again?"

"Lian, don't listen to coward Joey. This old guy runs away without a trace every time he fights. Among us who are fighting, he is the best person to escape."

"Ryan, follow me later, don't run around or be afraid. This kind of battle will generally not happen, it is much easier than fighting those thieves." The kind-hearted Uncle O'Neal pulled Zhou Ming to him and said.

"Thank you, Uncle O'Neal."

Zhou Ming nodded, but focused on the vulgar old man nicknamed "Coward Joey".

Perhaps feeling Zhou Ming's gaze, Old Joey turned to smile at him and showed half of his rotten front teeth.

After walking twenty miles, Zhou Ming moved his butt quietly and sat next to the old Joey who was lying on a slope, looking lazy and dozing.

He gently touched him with his elbow, and Zhou Ming lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "Old Joey, can you teach me two tricks? Teach me how to survive intact on the battlefield."

Old Joey opened a thin slit of his eyes, and a light burst out from his eyes inadvertently, and he yawned and said, "Little guy, look at your body, you have been practicing for six or seven years. Your body is well practiced. As long as you practice your usual kung fu and perform one tenth of it, you can go back alive."

What?

Zhou Ming's face was full of horror, and a terror aroused in his heart.

How did Old Joey see it?

He usually practices secretly at night and tries not to make any noise. The neighbors next to him don't know that this old Joey...

"But little guy, you don't think about facing those knights. When you see the knights coming, you will run as far as you can. You are not their opponent."

Old Joey's tired words came again.

Zhou Ming turned his head and looked at him. The other party had already tilted his neck, closed his eyes, and snored in a low voice.

This is the real actor.

...

Territory borders.

There is a bush on the open grass.

The two "army" with a population of about 200 people, more than 200 meters apart, set up a battle formation.

"Run!"

"Kill!"

With a command, the two long-standing troops collided violently after a brief sprint.

Zhou Ming, who followed Uncle O'Neal into the battlefield, realized that the so-called war was nothing more than the peasants on both sides fighting each other wildly on a thin line of soldiers, holding wooden sticks, spears, pitchforks and other weapons.

There is no neat and orderly structure, no murderous aura that moves forward, only shouts from fear and excitement.

As long as you make a blocking posture and pay attention to dodging the tip of the gun stabbed in front of you, there will be no major problems.

At this time, a slight vibration came from the ground, and the cavalry behind us heard shouts of killing.

"Not good, Lord Knight rushed over!"

"Run! Run!"

"Ryan, throw your weapon away and run with me towards the woods!"

"Help, I'm caught up with the Knight, who will save me...ah!" The man screamed and his head flew into the air.

After the two cavalry teams launched the charge, the entangled farmers quickly threw away the weapons in their hands, astonished as birds and beasts scattered, and rushed into the woods beside them.

Except for a few unlucky guys who were caught up by the Knights because they ran slowly, they cut into two stages, and the casualties rate of both sides was close to zero.
Chapter completed!