The night passed quickly.

Surprisingly, last night, only five little monsters with no eyes hit each other, and there was no movement.

The horrible and tormented night that Zhang Yang imagined did not appear at all.

But this should be normal. There can't be too many monsters in one area, and he has killed three bosses in this area in a row.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang took out twenty units of monster meat, let the soldiers set up a fire, and began to prepare today's breakfast.

When the air began to smell the aroma of barbecue, he saw the captain Wu Yuan leading a patrol team back, each carrying a large bundle of wood on his back.

At first, Zhang Yang thought it was the firewood collected by Wu Yuan and the others, but then he found that these so-called firewood were quite regular, about two meters long, with a thickness of arms, uniform ends, and delicate and sturdy texture. This was obviously carefully selected.

"Mr. Village Chief!"

When they came to Zhang Yang, Wu Yuan and the others took off the firewood and saluted him neatly. The awe of the lower-minded people was engraved in their bones. If his previous guess was correct, these soldiers were previously bound by seals and bound by the village building order, then there must be some reason that they dare not resist any orders from the holders of the village building order.

Of course, Zhang Yang was just thinking about it in his heart. He still looked very friendly on the surface, and even stepped forward to pat the dew on Wu Yuan's shoulder.

"Thank you for your hard work last night, come and have breakfast, well, what are you going to do?"

"Mr. Village Chief, I took the time to bring people back this morning. I plan to cut them all into wooden spears, which are the kind of wooden spears that can be thrown. Yesterday, your words reminded me that our soldiers are still too thin in attacks against those terrible monsters. If they all master the skills of throwing wooden spears, this will undoubtedly make it easier for us to strangle those monsters."

Wu Yuan shouted loudly, looking very serious.

Zhang Yang looked at him carefully, then laughed, "Okay, that's it! Do I need me to recruit another craftsman?"

"My village chief, no, I always believe that a good soldier's first priority is to be familiar with his own weapons. If he is not even a weapon that depends on his own lives, then what qualifications are there to survive on the battlefield? He deserves to die."

"Hey, this sentence makes sense, yes, I did not read you wrong!" Zhang Yang really admired Wu Yuan more and more at this time, as if this guy was born as a hero template. So, will he start the hero trial?

No, let's wait a little longer.

Next is a pleasant breakfast.

After eating and drinking, the captain of the pirate Wu Yuan officially began to teach the soldiers the skills of throwing. The six elite archers did not need training, so they were responsible for daily vigilance.

12 elite sword and shield soldiers, 7 elite spearmen, and Zhang Yang also joined this training together. Well, although Zhang Yang claimed to be a magician, everything is a cloud in front of survival. As long as he could survive, let alone throwing a wooden spear, he would not hesitate even if he learned to steal chickens and dogs, steal fragrance and jade.

However, Wu Yuan's training was really unique. Each of the 20 trainers distributed 10 rough log sticks, plus a long knife, and started cutting by themselves. When did you think you had cut the wooden spear well and when did you stop?

Although he was confused, Zhang Yang was still very serious. When studying, he had to have a learning attitude. If he didn’t know anything, he would know the reason and shout, which was very expensive.

At the beginning, Zhang Yang didn’t think it was simple or difficult. After all, from childhood to adulthood, he was not only a pundit, but his ability to do and destroy was very strong. After all, it was not a joke that he had a mechanical engineer’s father.

After brushing, Zhang Yang cut the first wooden spear. He felt that it was pretty good, or it was related to the power of the soul with a level b-level strength and e-. His hand holding the long knife was very stable, so the cut wooden spear was also very beautiful, which was so smooth and visible.

But when Wu Yuan came over, his expression became very strange.

"Mr. Village Chief, please be honest. Although you cut very seriously, I think you lack awe for this matter. If you still want to continue learning to throw wooden spears, I want to dare to let you understand what awe means."

“Awe?”

Zhang Yang was a little confused. He thought he was very serious, and he was really focused and didn't even have any distractions. Look, the other soldiers didn't even cut out the first wooden spear, and they were all ugly.

"I don't quite understand, can you say it more clearly?"

"Mr. Village Chief, I'm sorry, I can't explain it either, but I do think that you are not awesome enough about this matter, so please forgive me." Wu Yuan seemed very distressed, as if some memories were broken.

This made Zhang Yang more sure of his previous guesses.

"Okay, then you can use a way you can express it to let me feel what awe means." Zhang Yang laughed and didn't care.

"Thank you for understanding, please be careful."

Wu Yuan bowed and took the wooden spear that Zhang Yang had just cut out and retreated back about 100 meters before making a move to prepare for throwing.

To be honest, Zhang Yang didn't care much until this moment. He thought Wu Yuan was teaching by example.

But the next second, when Wu Yuan's body twisted a tiny angle and pointed the direction of the wooden spear throwing at Zhang Yang, everything was different.

It was as if a great terror came in an instant. Zhang Yang felt that his hair was standing upside down, his heart stagnated because it was beating too fast, and everything outside was cut off by an invisible force.

Death, these two words truly appeared in Chang Yang's soul. He felt that he was placed on a red chopping board, placed in the snow, and thrown into the endless abyss of the Black Prison.

He couldn't even use the imprisonment spell, and it was even more impossible to escape. The only thing he could do was watch Wu Yuan throw the wooden spear from a hundred meters away.

"Buzz!"

The wooden spear thrown this time did not break through the speed of sound, but it just passed through Zhang Yang's legs accurately and pierced on the ground, trembling. He did not suffer any harm, but he seemed to have walked around hell, his soul was scared away, his brain was blank, his whole body was trembling, and he almost peeded his pants!

After a few seconds, Zhang Yang sat down and felt exhausted all over, but he didn't feel embarrassed, either angry or embarrassed, because he finally knew what Wu Yuan said, what he meant by lacking awe.

It's very simple. What he lacks is the awe of death.

He had never faced death directly, at least, not alone, facing death completely helplessly.

Even when he killed the first Red Eagle before, he used the first level of protection. Perhaps he could argue that he was brave, but that was still far from enough.

At least at that time he did not face the horror of death.

"Sir, please punish me!"

Wu Yuan came over and knelt down on one knee to apologize.

"It's okay, I understand, you did a good job." Zhang Yang said it was not easy, but he really understood. When Wu Yuan stood up, he silently cut the second wooden spear. This time, he was still him, the knife was the same, and the wooden stick was the same log stick, but his attitude was different.

Before, although he was concentrating on cutting wooden spears, he regarded this as a game in life. A work is at best just a work of accomplishment.

So Wu Yuan is right to say that he lacks awe.

He is the village chief, he has second-level protection, he has imprisonment spells, and he has soldiers to live and die for him. Even if he was afraid of fear and worry, it was indirect. He never faced the terror of life and death.

But now, the log stick in his hand is no longer a log stick, but his life. He is on the battlefield, his only close friend, weapon, and even part of his body that he can rely on between life and death.

This kind of cutting is actually not just about technology, not just about attitude, but also about the torture of will, soul, and the heart.
Chapter completed!