"Scott, when swinging your sword, remember to match the pace."

After just a brief look, Gross had already discovered the problems in Scott's swordsmanship practice-

His sword struck the stake like a chisel in the same place, and from that point on, his wrist was quite stable.

However, this is far from enough.

Coming to the world of Illuson, from the perspective of the level of a sword master and above, this can only be regarded as a beginner-

The skill of swordsmanship emphasizes the random movement of the sword, but Scott's movements seem to be deliberately and sluggish.

"Yes, sir."

For Gross's guidance, Scott, who was once a legionnaire, humbly accepted-

As early as in the former Northland Legion, in addition to basic daily training, such a separate martial arts teaching was completely unattainable. Ordinary soldiers have low strength, and each other's combat standards are half a pound or two, and those high-ranking aristocratic officers will not have any thoughts and interests to give any special advice to the soldiers.

War, the soldier is just a bunch of cold numbers.

Everything is left to fend for itself, and those who can survive the war are already very good-

Scott's military experience was not due to special nepotism or anything else. At that time, when the "Fog Pine War" broke out, there were not a few displaced civilians in the Northland of the kingdom, and it was under such circumstances that Scott joined the Northland Legion of the kingdom.

Luckily, his luck wasn't bad.

The cannon fodder light infantry regiment has an extremely high casualty rate, but he is the lucky one to survive, not only that, after more than a dozen battles, large and small, he has not even left a single scar on his body-

Gross had maliciously guessed that maybe this guy was a master of life on the battlefield.

Charge behind, retreat ahead, howl with the wind, and don't show your head against the wind. As a veteran battlefield player, Gross knows these routines very well -

Of course, he did not despise Scott's courage, and the so-called honor and merit were not as important as his own life.

You know, at that time, most of the nobles were hiding in the cities behind them, restless and shivering day and night.

Every young man who is willing to go to war can be regarded as a hot-blooded young man.

However, he believes that Scott should understand the current situation more or less -

The bandit line is by no means a long-term livelihood.

According to the memories in the game of the previous life, if there is no huge deviation in the trajectory of history, the bandits scattered throughout the Northland will usher in the first blow of the noble private soldiers in the spring of the year of the red moon.

Although these nobles and their private soldiers were vulnerable to the iron hooves of the Tasyas, they were well trained compared to the average bandits—

This disparity in strength is not only reflected in the average combat rank, but also in the good discipline, obedience and tactical literacy, these private soldiers have at least thrown off the bandits for at least a few streets.

The same is true of the wolf bandit group he is in right now.

Gross recalled the past, after coming to this world, he made a lot of efforts for these things, and a few months passed, in the interior of the wolf bandit group, there were some subtle effects-

Compared to most of their peers, the Wolf Bandits fought at least slightly.

The development of events is in a good direction.

Correcting Scott's movements, he gave guidance from time to time, and soon, more and more young people gathered around—

The composition of the entire Wolf Bandits is complex, with the exception of the villagers in the small village where Gross and Oliver lived as teenagers, as well as homeless bankrupt civilians and war soldiers from all over the world.

Levine, for example, is a former chamber of commerce buddy. If it weren't for the "Fog Pine War", maybe his life wouldn't have had any intersection with this bandit group-

He has occasionally mentioned his past:

Because of this damned war, the war destroyed his hometown, and when he defected to his uncle's chamber of commerce, during a trip to the wilderness, those vile and shameful aristocratic private soldiers secretly launched a raid on the caravan, and the goods were looted by these guys, and most of them became the ghosts of the sword that day.

When he recounted the incident, his tone was flat, but the red eyes showed that he had not forgotten—

The ancestors of Elantra and the nobles under his command once stood before the white wall of Elva with their swords held high, and swore that they would obey the glory of the nobles, collect taxes from the commoners, and give them the protection of their lives.

But after a thousand years of the founding of the country, all of this has deteriorated-

Legitimate, legitimate taxation has added too many vague names, and in the last 30 years before the outbreak of the "Fog Pine War", these things have become completely ruthless and exploitative.

Perhaps, it would be more appropriate to call it squeezing.

This is the right of the aristocracy, they say it with a shameful face, but they seem to have forgotten the other side of the right—the duty to protect the commoners.

Gross was also very impressed by these things.

This is an unforgettable memory in the original body -

Countless iron hooves reverberated through the reckless fields, and the Tarsian rangers burst into the three northern realms like mercury, and the front of the troops crossed like locusts, and soon the small village where Gross once lived was reduced to a blazing ruin......

The Tasyan rangers, wielding scimitars, flaunted the village, plundered, murdered, and indulged in heinous deeds, and the skinny children cowered in fear in the hidden bushes of the nearby forest, watching the departing of the debris......

After that, the local noble lords reacted quickly, they sent their troops and private soldiers at hand, and the simple-hearted farmers and innocent children began to cheer when they saw the arrival of these majestic soldiers, but the next scene was like a lingering nightmare—

In the name of collecting war materials, they mercilessly snatched away the little grain that the farmer had secretly hidden, and those who resisted because they were unwilling were simply cut off by a sword, and the red blood gurgled from the headless neck and soaked into the dark brown soil.

Those eyes were always wide open.

In the face of the onslaught of the Tasyas, these local lords chose the defensive strategy of "fortifying the walls and clearing the wilderness", but they did not seem to care about the lives of the farmers.

This is the power-clinging, cold-hearted aristocracy.

Judging from the follow-up situation of the "Fog Pine War", this move of the noble lords cannot be said to be absolutely wrong - the ass determines the head, and the position determines the attitude.

Even after the war, those farmers who had no intention of talking about the countryside, the aristocratic lord probably just squeezed a few tears in the casual conversation at the drinking party, and sighed with embarrassment-

"What a pathetic!"

Verbal sympathy, that's all.