Urban Sims

Chapter 21 The Elk War
Two years later.

June day.

Granling Castle, the training ground, and the entrance to the armory.

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

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

The most numerous are spears made of birch poles with a small iron tip on the top.

"Hey! This is your weapon."

A knight attendant handed a spear with a shaft bent like a shrimp's back to Zhou Ming.

Taking the spear, Zhou Ming shook his head, lowered his waist and said, "My lord, this spear is too curved, can you give me a straighter one?"

"Go and pick it yourself, you farmers are useless anyway." The knight attendant said lazily. There are hundreds of spears in the weapon warehouse, and he didn't bother to help Zhou Ming pick them out.

Zhou thanked, and walked into the weapon storeroom, ready to choose one that was very suitable among the dazzling array of weapons.

There are swords, guns, swords and halberds, bows, axes and shields, javelins and spears, and eighteen kinds of weapons, all of which are available.

but……

In this warehouse dedicated to collecting all kinds of scrapped and damaged weapons, none of the weapons are easy to use or can be used - except for the hundreds of spears with a little iron tip.

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

After all, it was his first time on the battlefield, 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 is very simple: when Baron Connor was hunting in the forest on the west side of the territory, he accidentally found a group of elk. He also led a group of people, crossed the border majestically, and snatched a few fat elk in front of Baron Connor.

"Baron García, you bloody thief! Either return the moose that stole me tenfold, or we'll have a fight at the frontier, and my knight and I must take the head of you, the old thief. Open the flowers!"

After sending out this letter of request for war, I soon got a reply from the other party: I am willing to accompany you
"set off!"

In front of the castle, after a brief review of the "army" including 11 knights and 200 farmers, Baron Connor asked the guard knights to raise a black flag with a rose flower on it. Heading towards the territory of Baron Garcia in the west.

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

Although I have never given up exercising in the past few years, this is the first time that I have fought with live ammunition.

"Little guy, don't be nervous. I have fought hundreds of battles with the lord. You only need to fight twice and you won't be afraid... Let me tell you, as long as you don't stand in the front and don't charge the fastest, you can guarantee You can come home alive."

In the crowd, a wretched old man with grey-haired, showing half of his black and yellow teeth, said to Zhou Ming.

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

"Ryan, don't listen to Coward Joey. This old guy runs away without a trace every time he fights. Among those of us who fight, he is the best at running away."

"Ryan, stay with Uncle and me later, don't run around, and don't be afraid, usually nothing will happen in this kind of battle, it's much easier than fighting those thieves." The kind-hearted Uncle O'Neill pulled Zhou Ming When he got to his side, he said.

"Thank you, Uncle O'Neill."

Zhou Ming nodded, but his attention was always on the wretched old man nicknamed "Coward Joey".

Perhaps sensing Zhou Ming's gaze, Old Joey turned his head and cracked a smile at him, revealing half of his rotten front teeth.

After walking for twenty miles, during a break, Zhou Ming quietly moved his buttocks, and sat next to Old Joey, who was lying on a slope, looking lazy and dozing off non-stop.

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

Old Joey opened his eyes with a thin slit, and a ray of light shot out from the slit inadvertently. He yawned a long way and said, "Little guy, look at your physique. You have been training for six or seven years. That’s right, as long as you put out one-tenth of your usual kung fu, you will be able to go back alive.”

what?
Zhou Ming's face was filled with astonishment, and a wave of shock was stirred up in his heart.

How did old Joey see it?

He usually practices secretly at night, trying not to make a sound, and the neighbors next to him don't know, this old Joey...

"However, little guy, with your ability, don't even think about confronting those knights. When you see the knights coming, you are still no match for them, no matter how far you run."

Old Joey's weary words came again.

Zhou Ming turned his head to look, and the other party had already tilted his neck, closed his eyes, and snored softly.

This is the real actor.

……

territorial boundaries.

A piece of bushy, open grassland.

Two "armies" of about 200 people were separated by more than [-] meters, and they were in a battle formation.

"Come on!"

"Kill!"

Following an order, the two long-prepared armies collided fiercely after a short sprint.

Zhou Ming, who rushed into the battlefield following Uncle O'Neill, realized that this so-called war was nothing more than peasants on both sides holding sticks, spears, pitchforks and other weapons, fighting each other on a thin line of soldiers. It's just crazy sparring.

There is no neat and orderly structure, no indomitable murderous intent, only shouts of fear and excitement.

As long as you make a little blocking posture and pay attention to dodge the spear point piercing in front, you will be fine.

At this time, there was a slight tremor on the ground, and there was a cry of killing from the cavalry behind.

"It's not good, Lord Knight is rushing over!"

"Run! Run!"

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

"Help, I'm being chased by Lord Knight, who will save me...ah!" The man screamed, his head flying in mid-air.

After the two cavalry teams charged, the entangled farmers quickly threw away the weapons in their hands, scattered like birds and beasts, and rushed into the nearby woods.

Except for a few unlucky guys who were cut into two sections after being caught up by the knight because of their slow running, the casualty rate of both sides was close to zero.

The outcome of this battle was determined by the knights of both sides through a one-on-one duel. Baron Connan finally won the victory with a score of 6:4 and received 200 gold coins as compensation from Baron Garcia. ...

(End of this chapter)