The night passed quickly.

Surprisingly, only five little monsters with short eyes bumped into each other last night, and there was no movement other than that.

The terrifying and terrible night that Zhang Yang imagined did not appear at all.

But this should also be normal, there can't be too many monsters in an area, not to mention that he has killed three bosses in this area in a row.

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

When the aroma of barbecue began to fill the air, he saw the spearman captain Wu Yuan returning with a patrol team, each carrying a large bundle of wood.

At first, Zhang Yang thought it was the firewood collected by Wu Yuan, but then he found that these so-called firewood were quite regular, about two meters long, arm thick, uniform at both ends, and delicate and strong texture, which was obviously carefully selected.

"Village Chief!"

Coming to Zhang Yang, Wu Yuan and the others unloaded the firewood and saluted him in unison, the kind of reverence for the lower and the higher was simply engraved in his bones, if his previous guess was correct, these soldiers were all sealed and bound in the village building order before, then there must be some reason why they did not dare to resist any order of the holder of the village building order.

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

"I worked hard for you last night, come and have breakfast, well, what is this going to do?"

"Village Chief, this is what I took the time to bring people back this morning, I am going to cut them all into wooden spears, that is, the kind of wooden spears that can be thrown, yesterday your words reminded me, our soldiers are still too thin in the face of 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 said loudly, looking very serious.

Zhang Yang looked at him carefully, and then laughed, "Okay, that's it, do you need me to recruit another craftsman?"

"Village chief, no, I have always believed that a good soldier, first of all, is familiar with his own weapons, if he does not even have his own life-dependent weapons to create, then what qualifications do you have to survive on the battlefield, and you deserve to die. ”

"Hey, this sentence makes so much sense, that's right, I really didn't misread you!" Zhang Yang really appreciated Wu Yuan more and more at this time, as if this guy was born to be a hero template, so, start the hero trial?

No, let's wait.

What followed was a pleasant breakfast.

After eating and drinking, the spearman captain Wu Yuan officially began to teach the soldiers the skills of throwing, and the 6 elite archers did not need to be trained, they were responsible for the daily vigilance.

12 elite sword and shield soldiers, 7 elite spearmen, and Zhang Yang also joined this training together, well, although Zhang Yang claims to be a magician, but in the face of survival, everything is a floating cloud, as long as he can live, let alone learn to throw a wooden spear, even if he learns to steal chickens and dogs, stealing incense and jade, he will not hesitate.

However, Wu Yuan's training was really ingenious, 20 trainers, each of whom was given 10 rough log sticks, plus a long knife, began to cut by himself, when he thought that the wooden spear was sharpened, and when to stop.

Although he was puzzled, Zhang Yang was still quite serious, studying, of course, you have to have a learning attitude, if you don't understand anything, you will know that it is not known why it is yelling, it is very cheap.

And this began to cut, Zhang Yang didn't think it was easy, nor did he think it was difficult, after all, since he was a child, in addition to the regret that he was not a scholar, his hands-on and destructive ability is very strong, after all, there is a mechanical engineer's father, that's not a joke.

Brush brush brush, it didn't take long for Zhang Yang to cut the first wooden spear, he himself felt pretty good, or it was related to the B-level strength of the soul, the power of E-, his hand holding the long knife was very stable, so the wooden spear cut out was also very beautiful, that was called a smooth and noteworthy.

It's just that when Wu Yuan came over, his expression became very strange,

"With all due respect, Chief, although you are very serious about cutting, I think you lack reverence for this matter, and if you want to continue to learn how to throw a wooden spear, I would like to give you a taste of what reverence is. ”

"Awe?"

Zhang Yang was a little puzzled, he thought he was very serious, and he was really concentrated, not even a trace of 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 make it clearer?"

"I'm sorry, village chief, I can't explain, but I do think that you are not in awe of this matter, and I ask your forgiveness. Wu Yuan seemed to be also distressed, as if some memories were broken.

This made Zhang Yang more sure of his previous guess.

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

"Thank you for your understanding, please be careful. ”

Wu Yuan bowed, took the wooden spear that Zhang Yang had just cut out, and withdrew directly back about 100 meters, and then made a move to prepare to throw.

To be honest, until this moment, Zhang Yang didn't care too much, he thought that Wu Yuan was teaching by word and deed.

But in the next second, when Wu Yuan's body twisted at an insignificant angle and aimed the direction of the wooden spear throwing at Zhang Yang, everything was different.

It was as if a great horror had come in an instant, Zhang Yang felt that the hairs on his body were standing upside down, his heart was stagnant because it was beating too fast, and everything in the outside world was cut off by an invisible force.

Death, these two words really appeared in Zhang Yang's soul, and he felt that he was put on a red-hot chopping board, put in the ice and snow, and thrown into the endless abyss of black hell.

He couldn't even cast 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!"

This time, the wooden spear thrown did not break through the speed of sound, but it accurately passed between Zhang Yang's legs, pierced into the ground, and trembled to himself, he was not hurt at all, but he seemed to have really walked a circle of hell, his soul was scared away, his brain was blank, he was trembling, and he almost peed his pants!

After a few seconds, Zhang Yang sat down, feeling collapsed, but he didn't feel embarrassed, or angry, or embarrassed, because he finally knew what Wu Yuan meant by his lack of awe.

Quite simply, what he lacks is the awe of death.

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

Even if he had killed the first Red Eagle before, with the help of Level 1 protection, he might have been able to quibble that he was brave, but that was still far from enough.

At least at that time, he didn't have much of a great horror facing death.

"Your Excellency, please punish you!"

Wu Yuan walked over and knelt down on one knee to plead guilty.

"No-it's okay, I see, you-you're doing a good job. Zhang Yang's words were not good, but he really understood, let Wu Yuan stand up, he silently went to cut the second wooden spear, this time, he was still him, the knife was still the same knife, and the wooden stick was the same log stick, but the attitude was different.

Before, he cut the wooden spear, although he was also engrossed and concentrated, but he regarded it as a game in life, a piece of work, and at most a work of art with a sense of accomplishment.

So Wu Yuan was right to say that he lacked awe.

He is the head of the village, he has second-level protection, he has imprisonment spells, he has soldiers to live and die for him, even if he was afraid of fear and worry, it is all indirect, he has never faced the great horror of life and death at all.

But now, the log stick in his hand is no longer a log stick, but his life, his only best friend he can rely on life and death, weapons, and even a part of his own body.

This kind of cutting is not only about technology, not only about attitude, but also about the will, the soul, and the heart.

Are you ready to face life and death?