"Hurry, hurry," one of the Acropolis soldiers in the third row muttered secretly as he pressed his right fist against the back of his companion in front of him.

Bruce was a human citizen who had only recently reached adulthood before he was drafted into the army, and he was a half-race skewer - his father was a Germanic human dweller, but his mother was a Slavic human dweller, making him quite different from the vast majority of human inhabitants with a single pure blood- In this human settlement, which retains most of the customs of the Edo period and has been incorporated into some of the characteristics of modern human society, the inhabitants of the human population still retain the custom of marriage in the right family, and it is not uncommon for his parents to marry people across ethnic differences.

But fortunately, he has never encountered similar discrimination since he was a child, and his father is a lumberjack, and his mother is the daughter of the Orion family, so his childhood is quite good, the family is not short of money and food, but his parents work outside the home longer than most human residents.

Seemingly perfectly inherited all the virtues of both ethnic bloodlines, Bruce came of age as a fairly tall and muscular young man, and his son inherited his father's business and became a lumberjack, or rather the owner of his family's lumberyard - in the ten years he grew up, his father used this hard work in exchange for his own real lumberyard, a facility that represented a stable source of income, and also gave him two younger brothers and a younger sister of different ages

Although he inherited the family's lumberyard, Bruce did not have a stable life like his parents, he seemed to have inherited both the aggressive factor and the adventurous spirit of both ethnic bloodlines, and the daily boring lumberyard work made him completely unmotivated, even if he did his own work quite well.

If in the past, Bruce only complained that his life was boring and unexciting after work, then since last spring, this human man, who has the blood of Germain and Slash in his body, has been on the verge of discussing with his parents, who have begun to enjoy happiness, about transferring the inheritance of the family from himself to his younger siblings.

There was no other reason: last spring, there was a major event, the Battle of the Earth, in which eighty-one Teutonic Guard knights, led by the dragon prototype von Rond, defended the village and defeated the human army of the outside world, which consisted of hundreds of medieval Arab troops led by Abdullah

When Von Longde led the knights of the Guard to pull the booty and prisoners of war through the street and shed an entire street of blood and brains, Bruce was also in the crowd of onlookers on the side of the road. However, unlike the people around him, who were basically scared and scared, Bruce sensed excitement and found that he seemed to have found a way out of his boring life.

The Battle of the Earthly Territory can be said to have laid an awl in Bruce's mind to want to visit the Teutonic camp, and in the fall of the same year, after the battle with tens of thousands of Aztecs, Bruce, who had already gone to great lengths to transfer his inheritance, quickly found evidence that allowed him to quickly escape the boring life of the lumberyard owner, that is, the value of the booty captured by ordinary Teutonic soldiers and the monthly military salary.

The act of selling a large amount of Aztec booty into the human world was completely impressive to the human inhabitants that working and enlisting in the Teutonic camp could lead a better life, so Bruce's parents could only acquiesce in this decision of their own son, and let this guy, who was more fond of fighting and trouble than other children since he was a child, go out of the sky he wanted.

With the permission of his parents, Bruce excitedly went to the knights of the Guard sent by the Teutonic camp to recruit soldiers in the human world, intending to become a Boghall two-handed swordsman: when he drank in the tavern after work, he saw many Teutonic soldiers who also came to have fun when it was their turn to take leave, and the most impressive of them were the tall Boghall two-handed swordsmen, and sometimes those guys would carry their own Teutonic two-handed greatsword to let the big guys see what it was like, and Bruce fell in love with this heavy but sophisticated weapon, who has been logging all year round, is confident that he will definitely not be much worse than those Boghall two-handed swordsmen in terms of physical fitness and physical strength alone.

As it turned out, Bruce's willingness was fine, but the problem was that the company of Boghall two-handed swordsmen was now full, and Von Longde had no plans to form a new Boghall district team

So, realizing that he had arrived too late, Bruce could only enter the newly formed Acropolis detachment in despair, become a glorious Acropolis soldier recruit, and began his daily rigorous training and life in the Teutonic camp.

Although he regretted that he did not become a Boghall two-handed swordsman who charged into battle with a Teutonic two-handed sword, Bruce still trained hard: after all, he had managed to become a soldier in the Teutonic camp, and the soldier obviously needed to go to the battlefield to fight, and the pay was quite good, this kind of life was far more exciting than staying in the lumberyard every day and watching people work or work on his own, and most importantly, it was definitely not that boring.

After a period of training, as well as several arrangements for the Teutonic camp and Feng Longde's speech, he finally set foot on the battlefield today, and the bloody battle took place less than two or three meters away from him.

"Beep-" Just as Bruce's eyes were fixed on the battle ahead and he was thinking, the whistle of the detachment leaders sounded again, and the Acropolis soldiers, who had been fighting a large number of enemies for a while, quickly began to retreat backwards, and Bruce also added to the second row when his companions in front of him reached the first row.

"Ah" A long knife Ashigaru didn't know what to think, and actually jumped into the phalanx of the Acropolis soldiers with a pole vault to support the ground with a bamboo spear he had picked up, but before he could get up and draw his knife to cut people, Bruce smashed the large tower shield he held in his left hand directly on his head, and there was a muffled sound of a hat and a skull shattering.

"Beep-" Not long after, the whistles of the detachment leaders sounded again, and Bruce, who had been waiting impatiently, slammed forward with a large tower shield while his companion in front of him quickly retreated from the gap, directly smashing a Japanese samurai wielding a naginata back a few steps, and then pulled out his ancient Romulud-style short sword from his waist as quickly as he could, and began to stab at the rushing enemy.

"Die!" a Japanese samurai wielding a katana in both hands leaped at Bruce, his glittering blade landing on his head in a Charrell-style infantry helmet.

Bruce first pushed the large tower shield in his hand to the top of his head, blocking the slash of the katana, and then then stabbed the Japanese samurai in the abdomen with the Guromulud-style short sword in his hand and was stuck by the current Shikusashi.

"Ah!!" The Japanese samurai who originally had enough protection on his body to make the Guromulud-style short sword stuck on it just felt a pain in his abdomen, and then the sharp pain caused by the fracture and severed limb of the knee of his right leg directly made him scream, and he couldn't hold the katana tightly with both hands and caused it to fall to the ground - although it can be said that the world is enough to protect almost the wearer's whole body, but this kind of fish scale armor or armor mixed with wooden armor and bamboo armor simply can't withstand the brute force of a large tower shield that is mostly made of steel. Bruce had just broken the kneecap of the Japanese samurai's right leg and almost separated his calf from his thigh, which was quite a brutal and direct attack, which flattered the bloody name of Bruce.

Realizing that he had just succeeded in incapacitating a Japanese samurai, Bruce excitedly swung the large tower shield in his hand and smashed it at the surrounding enemies, and before he could pull out his own jammed Guromulud-style dagger from the stomach of the Japanese samurai who had collapsed on the ground, Bruce pulled out his one-handed mace from his waist and smashed it at the Japanese samurai who almost broke his leg.

After finishing out the Japanese samurai, Bruce became completely excited, and directly fought all the way to the enemy pile, not even realizing that he had broken away from the phalanx

"Bruce, get into battle!" "Bruce, get into battle!" a detachment leader who had just stabbed a long knife into the throat with a Grommulud-style dagger and slammed through the corpse with a large tower shield and pulled out a Grommulud-style dagger raised his eyes to see that the troublesome guy in his detachment who had made a small mistake had actually killed the enemy pile alone, and shouted to him.

Bruce didn't hear the shouts of his detachment leader at all, and he was basking in the excitement of smashing every enemy he could see around him, brandishing a large tower shield and a one-handed mace, and his ears were basically closed to the extent that he was closed.

"Bruce, return to the phalanx!" Seeing that Bruce was completely unresponsive, the detachment leader shouted loudly again, but the battlefield was filled with a lot of screams and weapons colliding, even if he used a loudspeaker, I am afraid that he might not be able to let Bruce hear his orders, not to mention that Bruce was completely immersed in the state of killing the enemy to his heart's content.

"Shield!" shouted the detachment leader with a reluctant cut, gathering the Guromulud-style dagger in his hand.

Under the shout of the detachment leader, the first three platoons of the Acropolis Corps uniformly raised the large tower shield and began to force forward against the enemy, blocking the enemies around Bruce as much as possible from the large tower shield.

"Ha, ****!" As soon as he smashed the enemy's knee with the large tower shield in his hand and broke his bones, the detachment leader's head was slashed horizontally by a bamboo spear ashigaru with a bamboo spear, directly knocking the Charrell-style infantry helmet with a cotton chain armor mask flying, and the detachment leader cursed and then swung the Guromulud-style short sword in his right hand and slashed his throat.

"Drink!" Bruce, wielding a large tower shield and a one-handed mace, had already killed several ashigaru in quick succession, and just as he picked up the large tower shield and flew a long knife ashigaru on his back, a samurai armed with a naginata slammed his back at his waist.

"Ah!!" Leng Buding was slashed in the waist, and Bruce, who didn't expect this attack at all, staggered to his knees directly: wearing heavy chain armor and wearing a half-body plate armor on the outside, although he didn't suffer too much damage to his waist, the strong force would make him lose his balance, and it was certain that he would temporarily lose his combat effectiveness.

Seeing that his attack was successful, the Japanese samurai thrust his naginata into the ground, and was about to pull his katana from his waist to deliver the final blow to Bruce when a blade poked out of his neck.

"Uh" The Japanese samurai had just pulled out his katana halfway when he fell to the ground with a grunt of blood flowing out of his mouth, and after he fell to the ground, the detachment leader behind him who had stretched out his right arm and pulled the Guromulud-style dagger from the throat of the corpse was revealed.

After spilling the blood on the Grommulud dagger, the detachment leader spat and saw that all the enemies in the surrounding area were blocked by the Acropolis soldiers with a shield wall of large tower shields, he stepped forward and pulled Bruce, who had not yet recovered his strength, and shouted at him, "Go back to the detachment, you drunkard fool!"

Hearing his detachment leader yelling at himself, Bruce, whose head had not completely recovered from his previous state of excitement, picked up his right fist, which was not holding a one-handed mace, and punched his detachment leader in the face without even thinking about it.

At the same time that Bruce had just beaten his detachment leader, the two Acropolis soldiers behind the detachment leader directly stepped forward and smashed his back with a large tower shield, causing him to kneel on the ground again, and then the two Acropolis soldiers put away their weapons, and one pulled up Bruce, who couldn't stand up, and retreated to the rear.

"Poof" spat with a hint of blood, the detachment leader retrieved the Charrell infantry helmet with a cotton chainmail mask from the ground that he had been knocked out, and after putting the whistle into his mouth and putting on the cotton chainmail mask and Charrell infantry helmet again, he shouted his own order: "Whole team! )