Rise of Rurik

Gould's mercenary captain Yevro, and now he did not really become Rurik's mercenary captain, but became an instructor for a group of boys.

At first, the boys had strong suspicions about the tall but not so strong man.

They naturally compared this man to their strong father, and almost everyone wondered if he was really strong.

If you want to establish prestige among a group of children, then let yourself be the target first and be beaten by this group of scumbags.

But a gang fight? How is that possible?

Yevro held a wooden stick, which he used as a sword, and a wooden shield in the other. Like a sword and shield player, he shouted vigorously: "Come on! Who are you brave men? Come and attack me and defeat me!"

Fighting boys are like a mass of firewood, just a spark is a fire.

Long-term military training has cultivated their courage. Since it is currently a single-player challenge, which is the most common form of tribal competition, there are boys who muster their courage and calmly charge with a wooden shield under the coaxing of the guys past.

A boy ran as fast as he could, trying to knock over Yevlo's bottom plate with his own brute force.

However, the wrestling has only one round.

Yevro raised his legs, and together with the child's shield, he threw him to the ground and gnawed at the mud.

"You? It's like a ram, but unfortunately it can't knock me down."

The child lying on the ground gritted his teeth and looked unwilling.

The rest of the children were also gnashing their teeth in hatred. They really couldn't imagine how Boss Rurik could pull such a big devil over here.

"Let me come!" Kanuf volunteered, and the children chanted his name.

Another little boy, maybe a little stronger than the one just now. However, Yevlo had already estimated that this group of children received Rurik's single training for too long, and none of them knew how to slash and kill the enemy alone.

"Boy, are you strong? Come!" Yevlo deliberately turned his entire chest to face Kanuf, "If you can touch my leather armor, I count you as the winner."

Isn't this provocation?

"I will teach you a lesson!" Kanuf, who was swept away by anger, said

He couldn't think of any combat skills, and he rushed like a bull.

If Kanuf is already a strong man, his impact will naturally be heavy.

Today, the child is still a child.

His impact was still incoherent, but Yevlo wanted to play with him.

With an admonished turn, Yevlo avoided the child's collision, and then he kicked Kanuf in the back.

The wooden sword fell, and the wooden shield fell too. Kanuf, whose face was covered in dirt, got up, and he felt that the situation was so familiar.

He was still not discouraged and counterattacked, and this time, he was going to attack Yevlo's lower plate with his bare hands to prove the effect of the grappling technique he had learned from Rurik.

Yevluo was a little surprised, this child rushed over with his bare hands?

"What a reckless man, a person like you will die in the first battle." Yevluo is bullying children, and this beating is his love for this group of future Rus warriors. Because now they still don't know what fighting is.

If they were all so reckless, Yevro reckoned that Rurik, his little master, must also be naive about fighting. This deadly innocence must be removed, or the Rus will be destroyed.

The shield slapped Kanuf's face with some force. When the child got up again, his left cheek was flushed red. He sat on the ground with his face covered, aggrieved in pain, and he cried to his friend with a sad face: "Fisk! Avenge me!"

At this moment, Fisk has become the hope of the whole village.

Ah, the Ross clan is indeed a form of big village.

The enemy is strong, there is no doubt about it!

The cautious Fisk didn't want to end up gnawing at the mud. He learned the way his father practiced combat in his memory, with the wooden shield on his chest, the right hand holding the wooden sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at the enemy, making a preparation for thrusting. He was still stomping on his horse, moving forward slowly.

Yevro's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but be cautious. He could see that the child was taller and older than the others.

The most special thing about this child is the bald head, not the child's head is hairless, just because this child likes this hairstyle?

The two approached cautiously, and the distance between the shields continued to be only one centimeter.

Yevluo looked down at his brave "enemy" and deliberately provocatively said: "Boy, your lower body must be as hairless as your head. You are too young, so give it up. I'm afraid I will make you cry, like your mate."

Fisk suddenly felt a fire in his heart, but this anger was concealed by a calm face with many freckles.

He swept his legs sharply, and the kick hit Yevlo's leg joints evenly.

Yevro could feel the pain, but the entire lower plate remained stable.

"You're a bit of a warrior. So, go to hell!" Yevro shouted, and the shield pushed hard, and Fisk tried his best to block it.

At this moment, Rurik was also disturbed by the crash of the shield when he was trying to train the group of little girls what was left and what was right.

Rurik was happy to see Yevlo educate those children, but the process was a bit unexpected. He didn't expect Yevro's special strength, nor did he expect that Fisk really had other abilities besides brute force.

Simply Rurik suspended training and let a group of girls rest in place under the guidance of Carlotta.

He hurried to the boys' training area to watch a good show.

Fisk is attacking again! The children shouted for it.

But this time, Fisk was knocked away by the side of Yevro's shield, and the wooden sword's tip was pressed against Fisk's torso.

"It's the third time, and you've died three times. Do you admit defeat?"

Fisk was still baring his teeth, he didn't mean to cry, even though there were some wounds on his face and one ear was red.

Fisk picked up the wooden sword and staggered to continue the attack. The fourth attack was still easily resolved.

Rurik sees everything that is happening now.

It can be said that Fisk's failure is doomed. A ten-year-old child fights with a twenty-five-year-old professional mercenary. Isn't this looking for abuse?

Still, Rurik saw the wonder of Yevro's attack.

Sure enough, this Yevluo is indeed a respectable opponent. He has no intention of having fun, and his offensive and counterattacks are all killer moves.

The real life-and-death battle is like this. The moment the two anti-sergeants come into contact, there are often huge casualties.

There is no opportunity for you to come to me on the battlefield. Everyone is a professional soldier, and what they do is to kill the enemy with one move.

Even after a thousand years, when the two or three rounds of guns were fired at each other in the line formation, since neither side retreated, they could only engage in a brutal bayonet battle. And the moment the bayonet touched, huge casualties occurred.

The tricks Yevro used were extremely simple, mostly shield blocking, and then dexterously holding the wooden sword in his right hand, changing into flower stabs. Obviously, even a wooden sword can stab a person to bleed inside. Yevro didn't want to really inflict serious damage on his opponent, but even though he had hit it so far, Fisk was still beaten with a nosebleed by the rammed wooden sword. If this was a real steel sword, Fisk's head would have been in the air by now.

The boy's spirit was already in a trance. Fisk, who got up, picked up the wooden sword and continued to fight without saying a word.

At this time, Yevlo felt more and more interesting.

He felt that this child was somewhat similar to himself, a boy who fought desperately and relentlessly.

The boy launched the fifth attack while swaying, and the onlookers watched anxiously, still chanting the slogan "Urafisk". Because Rurik told his guys that the so-called "Ulla" means "we will win" in it.

Fisk was clearly inspired.

A wooden sword stabbed away, and Yevlo pushed hard with his shield. The wooden sword flew away, and next, Yevluo's wooden sword fierce man pressed against Fisk's neck, relying on brute force, and pressed him to the ground in a daze.

Yevro's right leg pressed Fisk's left arm, and his left hand held Fisk's right arm. The wooden sword in his hand slammed against the blood-covered boy's neck, and at this moment there were no more provocative words, "Son, if I was holding an iron sword, you would have died five times. You are very brave, maybe Also know very well the wall fight, but none of you know the real fight."

"Hmm..." Fisk was still unconvinced, his clenched fists were showing blue veins, and his sense of resistance was never interrupted.

"Still want to win? Well, I can teach you."

Rurik, who had watched the play for a long time, appeared.

"Let's stop here." Rurik clapped his hand and said in a deliberate tone of reprimand, "Yevlo, maybe you shouldn't be so overbearing."

Yevro stood up, and Fisk, who had lost his restraints, wiped the blood from his nose and stood up quickly, although he was still swaying.

Yevlo had his own thoughts, and he said respectfully, "Master, these children must know 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. However, your methods are too cruel." Rurik tried to appease Fisk with such words.

Fisk covered his face and grumbled reluctantly: "It's nothing. I... I can still fight."

"Enough! Fisk, it's okay to admit defeat now. If you win, I'll have to find better warriors to train you."

Rurik's implication can be said that Fisk will lose without a doubt, and everyone will lose without a doubt. He looked up at Yevlo again: "What exactly are you using? Your movements are very smooth, and you can neutralize all their attacks with just one blow."

"This is the key that I am valued by Gould. It is also the person who hired a master 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, and after more than ten years, I am so strong."

It can be said that Yevlo's words were the most useful to Fisk, who was beaten, because Fisk just wanted to be a strong man.

"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 enemy can be a strong man many times stronger than me."

Rurik nodded. "You're not complimenting yourself. Then keep training them."

It can be said that Yevlo's debut was full of hatred among the children. With the wooden sword in his hand, he denied the results of the children's training for a year. After all kinds of bruising the spirit of these pretentious little boys, he also brought them new hope.

Clashing against a human wall is an art of collective combat. In many cases, soldiers have to fight alone. Blind and disorderly fighting, his body is full of flaws, and it is normal to be killed by the enemy with one blow.

In the following time, what Yevlo taught the boys could basically be divided into five combat maneuvers.

In the final analysis, Rurik saw clearly that in the art of fighting, the West and the East were much the same.

Humans do not have terrible fangs, nor do they have high muscle strength, but they have brains. Even if there is only a wooden stick in his hand, he knows how to avoid the attacks of enemies and beasts, as well as protect his own vital points and attack the enemy's vital points.

To further simplify the description, what Yevlo taught is how to dodge and how to attack the enemy's dead spot.

The wooden shields in the hands of the Rus people are not stronger than those of the allied tribes. In the face of the enemy's powerful tomahawk attack, the wooden shield's block is also a kind of death.

Then stop fighting head-to-head. Combat requires flexibility, and brute force is of course needed. Relying on it completely is a dead end.

Yevlo, who was bought by Gould, had to learn and improve his "killing people" skill, which was the skill he depended on for a living!

Therefore, in this era, the various tribes of Northern Europe do not have purely professional soldiers who are not full-time workers. The closest thing to this existence is the private guards supported by the leaders and wealthy businessmen with money.

In theory, all men in the tribe who can afford a sword are warriors, even a ten-year-old boy.

For example, Fisk, who was beaten by the fat, is already a bottom line of the tribe warrior.

This kind of tribesmen who were urgently armed, their physique is good, and they know certain tactics, but in the face of real trainers, they are still beaten.

Fight training for all the men of the tribe? It's ridiculous. Even most tribal leaders did not think of this.

Because most tribal leaders pay little attention to education. No leader has ever thought of the need to gather the children of the tribe, hire a certain "War Madness" as a coach, and give all the children how to fight.

In the end, the children grew up, and most of them learned a little wild way of fighting 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 100 little boys from the Ross tribe were learning how to hold swords and shields every morning.

Rurik also understood that Yevro's so-called ultimate move basically aimed at the neck and heart of the enemy. As for attacking other positions, such as attacking the enemy's feet to make him fall, attacking his helmet to make him dizzy. Yevluo felt that these methods were of little significance. He also attached to the words of his mysterious teacher back then. The so-called "actions that can't kill the enemy with one hit are best not to use, because the enemy just wants to chop your head off at the first time."

Don't teach bells and whistles to embroider legs? It teaches you to face the various actions of the enemy, adjust your coping style, choose the best shot method, and complete a one-hit kill.

Rurik felt that he had found a treasure. This Yevluo must have learned serious martial arts from a certain master.

The Julian calendar has arrived in October, and the temperature in Roseburg continues to drop.

All the boys have changed into their own leather jackets and started one-on-one training in the chilling woods. Although they have often done one-on-one training in the past few months, those are just wild ways that are not worth mentioning. Rather than training, it is more appropriate to describe it as a special playfulness.

Their fights became organized, and what was the result? It's been a few days of training and almost all of the boys have big and small cuts and bad bruises. Rurik had to sigh with emotion about this. Fortunately, they fought with wooden swords. If they were replaced by real steel swords, not all of them were killed!

Why? These boys are really good students. See where the bruises are on them? Mainly on the chest and shoulders. In short, these boys are completely implementing the concepts taught by Yevro - dodge, block the enemy's attack, and launch a fatal blow at the enemy's key points.

Later, Rurik fully understood what Yevlo's martial arts were called.

There's an old guy named Wapugis, maybe by now. This man was brought in by Gould for the best killing skills he had given his mercenary team. The young mercenary became an old man, and was naturally eliminated by Gould.

And the young Yevro grew up into an adult, and spent most of his ten years in training practical combat, and naturally learned the lifelong skills of that Wapugis.

What is the name of Yevro's combat martial arts?

After all, it is not a series of hacking skills summed up by Yevluo, since Yevluo kept pointing out that his teacher was called Wapugis.

So Rurik set the name of "Vapgis Sword Skill" for it, and this sword skill really emphasized the coordination of shield and sword, which was very suitable for the tactical tactics of the Rus. In this way, the training received by his guys at least has a clear name, and it is no longer a wild way that can't be said.

Seeing that they are training in full swing, is Rurik not feeling itchy?

Finally, on October 4th, Rurik ordered Carlotta to continue training the girls to get out of the line. He called Yevro, who was always instructing the boys to fight, and called him to the side of a huge fallen tree trunk, and said his request: "Yavro, now you must train me. I must be a strong warrior. You must teach me all the Vapgis sword skills that you have mastered."

Yevluo agreed to this, taking advantage of this opportunity, he also talked freely about his innermost thoughts and some opinions on the current situation...