Chapter 32

"Sir."

Facing soshyan was Poole almin, the captain of his newly appointed tactical team.

Because the number of soldiers is too small, and even one company can't get together, soshyan can only organize these recruits into three tactical teams and promote three team leaders. In the future, if the number of combat regiments can recover, they will also be the reserve candidates for company commander.

But now it seems that they are still too young, just like soshyan himself.

"Are you interested in watching our training results?"

Almin wiped the sweat on his face and showed a very bright smile to soshyan.

Due to soshyan's approachable character, there was no strict upper and lower barriers within the regiment soon, and the recruits were not as nervous as they used to be when they saw him.

Even occasionally make a little joke.

"Forget it, you're as stupid as a camel that only eats support! Almin."

At this time, another man came out of the crowd and shouted to almin:

"Those things you practice are too simple and easy. I don't think the commander of the war wants to see them."

The speaker is bakh Farzad, also a new captain. He served about ten years later than soshyan. He is a passionate but sometimes too impatient soldier.

But soshyan also admitted that his skills and tactics were the best among the recruits. Perhaps for this reason, he had some pride.

Pride and vanity are the great enemies of the hearts of star warriors, and soshyan felt he had to teach them this.

"Farzad, do you want to compete with me?"

At the first moment, almin turned and faced the other party directly. His tone was as tough as his eyes.

"It's been a while since I beat you last time."

Farzad rubbed his fist and looked at soshyan.

"Commander Zhan, can you show you our training results?"

"Of course."

Soshyan nodded calmly. The two captains immediately picked up their weapons and went to the metal challenge arena in the center of the training room.

Amin used a dagger and shield, and Farzad used two battle axes.

Because of the great rebellion, the Tomahawk was not popular in the astat regiment, but the star Knights still retained the ancient Tomahawk skill, but this skill was very difficult. Soshyan was interested in Farzad's mastery of this skill.

Although he is not skilled, at least his offensive desire and spirit are rare.

After a few seconds of confrontation between the two soldiers in the challenge arena, Farzad took the lead without accident.

He approached the other side with great speed, then waved his axe with his right arm, crossed almin's shield, and then yanked back.

This is an ancient tactic. Use a sharp blade to hook the other party's shield, open the middle door of the other party, and then make a fatal attack. Many tribal soldiers from the primitive world still maintain this tactic.

Farzad is a soldier from the primitive tribe. The conscription world has excellent sources of soldiers. The war regiment has just been developed for less than 20 years. He is the first batch of recruits.

But now, his world has become the recruitment world of another regiment.

Almin has been prepared for Farzad's tactics. He tilted the shield back at an angle of 45 °, let the Tomahawk draw a spark on the shield, then bent his knees and pushed forward, knocked the other party away from his face, and then sent the long sword forward, just like a poisonous bee stabbing a tail pin.

But he stabbed an empty hole.

"You're too slow!"

Farzad laughed and suddenly continued the attack.

He waved his axe and hurled it at the shoulder of his enemy.

Amin jumped away from the threatening weapon.

"At least it's fast enough to deal with you!"

Almin gasped, retreated first and looked coldly at his opponent's movements.

The next second, the creak of metal friction and the spark of collision echoed in the whole training room.

The tacticians were watching, and some even cheered.

Soshyan is a calm man. He knows how depressed his brothers are about being driven out of their homes. They can only try to ensure that there are enough things to do to reduce their confusion and unwillingness.

The training room seems to be a place for them to vent their hearts. Soshyan needs this strength.

On the challenge arena, Farzad continued to attack and continue his smart pace.

His trimmed hair presents a dirty brown, which still seems to retain the savage energy of a primitive tribe, and always carries a sense of self-confidence, even the threat of high toes.

"No."

Farzad grinned.

"You're just too fucking slow."

"Shut up and fight!"

At this time, Farzad suddenly rushed to the left, then suddenly turned back, raised his axe blade and aimed at Amin's trunk.

Then, the two weapons collided and entangled in raindrops of sparks.

Farzad, who caught the loophole, pushed it hard with the strength of his hands and his whole body.

After only a moment, Amin stumbled back and lost his balance.

"Aha!"

Falzad shouted and rushed over.

The axe blade and the sword blade kept colliding, and each collision released frightening waves to rush to the blocker, but Farzad was undoubtedly faster, and his bare arm even seemed vague because of his fast movement.

"Here I am."

Farzad clenched his teeth and growled, with a concentrated expression on his face.

Although the temperature in the training room was very low, his temples were still full of sweat.

Amin did not respond, but was busy resisting the fierce and violent attacks of his comrades in arms.

The two soldiers did not wear armor, but wore leather jackets and shin armor sewn with metal sheets, which are common training clothes for star knights.

Similarly, although the edge of the weapon has been deliberately passivated for training safety, it is still enough to break bones and penetrate flesh.

This was also specially arranged by the predecessors of the regiment, in order to instill the recruits' control of weapons and reduce their dependence on armor.

"Oh!"

Soon, almin was forced to hit the fence, feeling that the hard steel seemed to squeeze into his back, but he rolled away before Farzad's axe hit his chest.

"Slow down, slow down, slow down..."

Behind him, Farzad, who swaggered, breathed heavily and his face was covered with a mist of sweat.

"If you don't keep talking, maybe you'll play better."

Almin muttered, trying to regain his balance and regain the initiative.

"Whatever you think, if you can get some poor comfort."

Farzad, with his axe on his shoulder, walked proudly and said triumphantly.

With a pretentious smile about victory on his face, he pushed the comrade in arms into the attack range of his Tomahawk step by step.

"That's right!"

After glancing at him with his remaining light, he suddenly roared and made a curled posture before jumping.

"Indeed!"

He dashed up, dashed towards Farzad's defenseless torso, and hit him in the opposite direction.

Farzad was so close and confident that he couldn't drop his axe in time.

Almin threw away his sword and shield, bound him tightly with his arm, and pushed him back until he hit the furthest fence of the challenge arena.

"Humble... Despicable!"

Although Farzad lost control of the Tomahawk, he still clenched his fist and was ready to give his opponent a heavy blow.

But Amin was more agile. He hit Farzad's face directly with his head.

For a moment, the sound of metal collision was mixed with the sound of bone fragmentation. They fell into the challenge arena at the same time, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.

The audience were also stunned.