Chapter 11 Patrols
On the militia training camp and the huge field, Rodin yawned a little boredly, and Fletcher on the other side looked like he was dead. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
"I said, you've never used a sword before, and your posture is full of flaws, and it's not challenging or boring at all. β
Just now, Rodin and Fletcher fought more than a dozen times, and Fletcher never lasted three moves, either the steel sword was knocked away by "Erwin", or he was restrained from the vital point.
Fletcher muttered to himself, "Am I really a piece of shit?"
Luo Dan couldn't help laughing: "I think I was worse than you at the beginning, practice honestly for a few months, you won't be worse than me." Relax, young man, people are tall and big, but why are they so small. β
As if grasping at a life-saving straw, Fletcher pleaded, "Teach me how to wield the sword, Rodin." β
"I'm also a beginner, half-baked level, teaching you is a misguided child. Rodin refused without hesitation, his training plan was ready, and no one was allowed to disturb him.
"But when you're on patrol at night, you can ask the other veterans, and they must have a way. β
When Fletcher had no choice but to leave, Rodin pulled out "Erwin" and began a dull and boring practice of swordsmanship.
Mainly according to the previous Leviathan routine, but the intensity of the practice is much lower, there is no Leviathan massage, after swinging the sword for a period of time, you need to sit down and adjust the state.
Except for meal time, he practiced swordsmanship intermittently for a day, from the scorching sun to the sunset, and finally the stars and moon were gone, and he was always the only one in the training ground.
It's hard to imagine that he, a person with weak willpower, crossed over, and also had perseverance and perseverance.
Before I knew it, I finally got up to work.
The remaining nine team members arrived one after another.
"You two queens, follow us and don't speak. β
Captain Phelps, holding a torch, led the crowd around the town from near the two-meter-high fence to the west of the town.
The group of people is all brown leather armor, mixed in the night, and it is easy to ignore the past if you don't look carefully.
The night breeze is cold. Rodin felt a slight chill and covered his arm. The rather lazy team during the day showed a different side at the moment.
Spontaneously keep quiet and control the footsteps, one does not affect the rest of the townspeople, and the other does not miss any disturbances at night.
The moon had disappeared, and the night sky was dark, save for the footsteps of the patrols and the chirping of insects.
The work of patrolling is far more boring than imagined. As time passed, Rodin gradually became sleepy, and when he looked back, Fletcher, who had fallen at the end, also looked listless, his eyes half-open and half-closed. On the other hand, the veteran players who walked in front were all full of energy and did not show fatigue.
"It would be nice to hold on a little longer. β
Anyone with the experience of staying up late knows that after surviving that wave of fatigue, the mental state will recover a lot in an instant.
So Rodin bothered his spirits, turning his head from time to time to take a closer look at his surroundings.
The hidden town at night has taken off the noise and impetuousness of the day, and it is as quiet as a virgin. The rows of low, rustic buildings, which are clearly visible during the day, are given a completely different style, like haunted houses in oil paintings, exuding a gloomy atmosphere.
Taking a deep breath, Rodin's spirit suddenly recovered a lot.
Just as he was about to continue thinking, Fletcher's submissive voice suddenly came from behind him: "Captain, I want to go to the bathroom." β
Phelps stopped suddenly, and said lightly, "Hold back." β
Fletcher blushed and stubbornly protested, "Come out, Captain, let me go!"
"Alas, it's a lot of and pee, go ahead. Phelps's face fell, and his tone was rather helpless.
Rodin saw several of the team members forcing a forced smile just like himself.
"By the way, I don't know if you ever heard your parents tell Fran stories when you were a kid? β
"Haha!"
"Wow!"
Suddenly, a burst of suppressed laughter broke out, Rodin laughed so happily, he didn't expect Phelps to be such a black-bellied person, and several team members couldn't hold back, laughing non-stop.
Although Rodin didn't know who Fran was, he could probably guess that she was about the same status as the wolf grandmother that the mother on Earth said when she scared her child.
"What are you doing, give me all quiet!"
Phelps shouted to stop the team, waited until the laughter stopped, walked up to the pale Fletcher, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted: "Go in peace, we will wait for you in front, Fran will generally only pick the younger ones, you are a safe drop." β
Rodin saw Fletcher muttering, "Don't scare yourself, it's all a lie, a lie." Suddenly, his right hand was grabbed by Fletcher, and he tried hard to break free. β
"Fletcher let go, what are you pulling me for?" Thinking of Fletcher's state at this time, Rodin couldn't help but feel a wave of disgust in his heart.
"Captain, let Rodin come with me, please, I can't hold it anymore. β
", two little kids, haha. β
Rodin yelled angrily, "Why are you so brave to join the escort?"
And Fletcher just looked at him pitifully, like an abandoned puppy.
"I'll take you, let's go. β
The sanitation work in the town is good, there are public toilets, but they are about 300 meters away from the militia.
, the two of them trotted all the way.
Rodin was outside, a little bored.
"Rodin, speak with me. Fletcher cried out in a hurry. γ
"Well, tell me the story of Fran. β
"I'm out there, don't be afraid. β
Fletcher hesitated for a long time, and then began to tell: "It is rumored that Fran was an excellent beauty during her lifetime, with fair skin, beautiful skin, a hot body, and more importantly, a kind heart, who often volunteered to see and heal the townspeople.
But, in reality, she is a witch. β
"Wait, witches, does it really exist?"
Fletcher's tone was a little uncertain: "Yes, yes, although I haven't seen it either." β
"There is a common belief that witches are evil and that it has not changed from beginning to end. Kindness is just a disguise for them, killing innocents indiscriminately behind their backs, and practicing vicious witchcraft with blood and souls. β
"There's nothing new, witches are always villains. Rodin muttered.
"One day Fran met a sick man who was seriously injured and dying, a little boy named Brighton. She took the risk of curing the boy with witchcraft and begged Brighton to keep it a secret for her. At that time, Brighton swore to come down.
As a result, as soon as he turned around, he immediately spread the news that Fran was a witch. β
"The townsfolk organized their men and attacked and severely wounded Fran, tying her up and carrying her to the town square. β
Speaking of this, Fletcher's tone suddenly trembled: "Then, Fran was burned alive in front of everyone. β
The fire overwhelmed her, and before she died, she had been cursing Brighton frantically, and even if she turned into a demon, she would hunt him down to the ends of the earth. β
Then Fran's story was passed down, and many of the little boys' disappearances or accidental deaths were blamed on her. β
Fletcher didn't notice it, and he didn't seem to have the same fear as he had been.
"There are many inconsistencies in this legend. Rodin couldn't help but say.
Fletcher was a little weak-hearted: "When I was very young, I listened to my grandmother, and there was probably something missing, or a small mistake. β
"Whewγγγγ comfortable. β
Fletcher came out of the toilet and returned with Rodin.
The time that followed was uneventful and uneventful. Until the birth of the Red Sun, the assembly in the training camp was completed, and everyone disbanded sleepily. This was the end of Rodin's first night.