At the end of the day's training, everyone persevered, although it was a meaningless repetition in the eyes of all the recruits. www.biquge.info The amount of food at night has obviously increased a lot, and the bath at night is obviously much more active. No one is ashamed anymore, although there are still many who regret it.

Kevin, like most recruits, is honestly a little more worried about his own strength. Compared with other nobles, they at least have a certain foundation of vindictiveness. And his own fighting spirit is completely gone, and the only two magic skills are really meaningless in actual combat. And he is older, there is already a bit of a gap between the age of 25 and seventeen or eighteen, and his body does not recover as fast as theirs.

The others may have been exhausted from a night's sleep, but he woke up the next day with a sore hand. The hand that has been just holding the pen suddenly holds the sword, which is indeed too reluctant. There is not much problem with his legs and feet, after all, he has a long way to go.

Several nobles vaguely planned to beat the chief in the middle of the night, but they didn't discuss it with Kevin and Start, Kevin only vaguely felt it from their eyes. And during the break, a few of them avoided Kevin and Stadt and secretly plotted something.

Obviously, these nobles did not treat Kevin as their own, the first was the issue of knighthood, and this group of people undoubtedly looked down on ordinary bards. The second possibility is that on the first day, when the chief scolded the garbage, Kevin didn't jump out and get beaten, and he felt that he was not the same person as them. In the same way, Starter was not in their circle, and he didn't jump out that day, although he had a knighthood somewhat, but the baron was too low after all, and he and Kevin were too close to make others look unhappy, of course, he was too fat was also a reason.

Although it has only been two days, two small groups have already been faintly formed. From the rest of the practice, it can be roughly seen from the seats they sit in, the three of them are together, Kevin and Stadt are the two "old men" together, and Master Gray is temporarily neutral for a while, and there is no one to talk to him.

The night was spent snoring, grinding teeth, and talking in dreams, but this time everyone was really tired. Even though the environment is noisy, they still sleep well. Early in the morning, another bell woke everyone up, and they still followed the same procedure as yesterday, but today's morning exercise was required to carry a shield on their backs.

There are many kinds of shields in Lou Baole, and the shields used for recruit training are only half the size of a body, with solid wood texture and iron sheet, and the protective performance is undoubtedly extremely poor. Many people privately complained that it was better than a table, but the recruit shield was not meant to be used for defense. Instead, it was used as a load, and the commanders calmly informed the recruits that the shields would be increased depending on the situation.

Of course, everyone complained in their hearts, but no one dared to say it, they had to do it, they had to run.

After breakfast, the formal training began, and today was finally no longer a boring splitting and harvesting, everyone came to the shooting range and began bow and arrow training.

Every qualified soldier in Lou Baole must master a variety of skills, basic swordsmanship, basic spearmanship, basic bow and arrow techniques, basic hand-to-hand combat skills, general swimming skills, learning red fighting spirit, basic battlefield first aid measures, basic wilderness survival skills, such as building tents and other things, etc., and the comprehensive assessment is above the second-order warrior. These are the most basic, and even soldiers must master them, let alone officers. If you have a special class, you also need to learn special skills.

At the end of the three months, everyone has to go through the assessment. The military assessment is very strict, and every year there are a bunch of people who fail the assessment, and these people who fail to pass have two choices. Either roll up and go back, or continue the recruit training content until the end of the next recruit training, and assess with them, but this time you have to pay money. If you are no longer qualified, you will pay again, and then recruit training, as long as you have money, you can be a recruit forever.

But there is no doubt that this is a very shameful thing. When a recruit of the same rank enlists in the army, everyone else has become an officer, and you are still being a recruit day after day, how cheeky it takes to be thick-skinned.

Of course, for others, it's just a matter of face, and for Kevin, it's a matter of life. If he was returned in three months, who knew if the Assassins would come back to trouble him? For him, he can only train hard, even to save his life.

"Who taught you how to draw a bow?" Marcus frowned as he looked at Kevin.

"My mom taught me. Kevin replied.

"Your mother is an elf?" Marcus was surprised.

"Yes. Kevin replied, worried, and didn't know what was wrong with it. My mother's bow and arrow skills are not top-notch, but she is definitely a master. That's how he was taught when he was a child, and there shouldn't be any problems.

"Are you holding an elven bow now?" Marcus looked unkind.

"It's not. Kevin could only answer.

"Then change my posture for me!" Marcus growled.

"Yes. Kevin stopped talking nonsense and changed to a normal position. Marcas didn't explain to him why.

But the shooting with a different posture made Kevin very uncomfortable, not to mention that his eyes were not good in the first place, and he missed the target even when he shot a few arrows. Although everyone was a novice at this time, and a lot of them missed the target, it still made Kevin feel uncomfortable. Seeing that the chief was paying attention to others at this time, he secretly released two more arrows in a familiar posture.

However, it was still off target, Kevin was secretly surprised, and he didn't know what the problem was, although his eyes were not very good, but it was just difficult to hit the red star, and it should be no problem to hit the target.

"You're shooting yourself again, aren't you? Marcus turned coldly.

Kevin was embarrassed and a little overwhelmed.

"Go, put the three shields above your head, and stand on one side. Marcus didn't talk nonsense, "The shield is not allowed to be on the head, the distance from the head is a fist, and the arm is not allowed to be straight." ”

"Yes. Kevin stopped talking nonsense, walked to the side and picked up the three shields and raised them, turning into a funny pose, which could hold up for a short time, but not necessarily after a long time. Several nobles looked at him, a sneer appeared on their faces, and Start sighed slightly, but there was nothing he could do.

The others continued to train, and Kevin was unconvinced, but at least he had understood it thoroughly. This is a barracks, not a place to be reasonable, all that is needed is obedience, and then obedience. But I believe that Lou Baole's military camp training for so many years cannot be ridiculous, and some things seem boring, but there should still be some truth. It's just that they don't bother to explain it to you, or you don't need to know yet.

"Why are you so stupid!huh?" Marcus roared, "Go, swap Kevin's shield off, you're up there!"

Malinus came with a dark face, although these nobles had strength, they were more intoxicated with chivalric duels, and they didn't know anything about long-range. Hu La shot dozens of arrows indiscriminately, which was all off target for the sons of the Chamber of Commerce, and finally he was yelled at by the chief.

Kevin was relieved, and shook his arm desperately, feeling sore, and it was estimated that he was not sure how to draw the bow. But at this time, the training is not over, so I can only grit my teeth.

Off target, off target, off target, off target, off target!

"What are you doing? You idiot! Are you running out of energy? Are you trash?" the chief growled in Kevin's ear.

Kevin turned a deaf ear and kept missing the target in a standard position, strictly speaking, he was already struggling to draw the bow, let alone aiming. My body is at this limit, I tried my best, no matter how much I scolded, it was useless to scold, you just scolded, I just shot and I shot.

"You stupid donkey!" the chief finally couldn't help himself, and reached out. Kevin subconsciously reacted and hugged his head, thinking that he was going to be beaten. The chief had a dark face: "What are you hiding? Who is going to beat you? Take the bow well!"

Kevin did so, the chief held Kevin's hand with the arrow with his left hand, and Kevin's hand with the bow with his right hand, and pulled it back, the bow suddenly creaked, and he saw it slightly, and his hand was loosened!

"Oh?" many people looked at in surprise. You know, this morning, no one has shot the usual decent arrows.

"See," the chief then roared, "that's what it's like to shoot an arrow!

Kevin was stunned, but still shook his head.

Marcus turned his head and went to teach others. Maybe he thinks that this archery talent is negative, but Kevin took the opportunity to shake his hand slightly, and his hand is shaking at this moment, and he can only shoot a ghost. This kind of thing can't be fattened in one go, and he doesn't think he has talent in this area, and it's true to practice slowly.

The morning training is gradually coming to an end, some people are still shooting indiscriminately, and some people have already mastered a lot of tricks.

I saw Sain throw the arrow into the air, and then brush his finger twice and shoot an arrow in a gorgeous pose. There was a soft sound, and the arrow hit the red heart.

"Oh!" many people whispered, this person is the son of the knight commander, and his strength is really good, and his movements are handsome.

Sain himself looked arrogant, and his eyes were already showing contempt for everyone present. It's a pity that there are no girls here, otherwise they must be screaming again and again.

"Go! replace Marinas!" Marcas said coldly.

Sain's face was full of surprise, and he even wondered if he was talking to himself.

"Don't you hear me, Sain!" Marcas raised his voice.

"Why?" Sain shook his head, "I'm so good, I hit the bull's-eye, why should I raise my shield?"

"Lift four!" Marcas stopped talking nonsense.

"I ...... I'm not convinced!" Sain couldn't accept it.

Marcus didn't talk nonsense anymore, and went up and beat him violently, and Sain screamed wildly. The people on the side watched silently, or practiced their own, and no one cared about his life or death.

The bell rings at this time, marking the end of the morning training. Marcus was almost finished: "Let's go to dinner, you raise your shield here!"

Sain was helpless and aggrieved, but he didn't want to be beaten again, so he could only do it.

"Kevin, stay and watch him. Don't let him put it down!" Marcus ordered one casually, "I'll come over for you to eat after I've eaten." ”

"Yes!" Kevin could only reply, though he cursed himself for doing this job.

The entire training ground began to retreat like a tide, and only two people remained, one holding a shield and the other watching him raise a shield.

"The old and young of the Farkmacas!" Sain was still raising his shield, "What's it? Lao Tzu is so good, he still has to raise his shield when he is shot? Why is Lao Tzu killing him sooner or later!"

"Alas!" Kevin sighed, "Why are you fine? Don't pose, I'm punished for not being in the right position, and you don't know." ”

"What's wrong with me spinning the arrow?" Sain was furious in his heart, "I'll spin the arrow, I'm willing!"

Kevin had nothing to say, so he could only stand and wait.

"Fake! Don't lift it!" Sain saw that Kevin was alone, so he simply threw his shield and shook his arm.

"Hey!" This made Kevin very difficult, and after thinking about it, he still proposed a compromise plan, "If you really can't do it, you can put the shield on your head!

"I'm annoyed!" Sain simply sat on the ground, "they didn't eat so quickly anyway." ”

"Brother, you ......"

"You don't give me more nonsense, I think you're also very unhappy! A pariah is also mixed with our nobles, hum!" Sain snorted coldly, "I don't lift it! I just don't lift it!"

Kevin's face was also a little ugly, but he just sneered and mocked: "You don't lift it, and you don't have to shout so loudly?"

Sain: "......"

A figure in the distance walked slowly, Kevin caught a glimpse, and hurriedly urged: "Marcus is back!

No matter how crazy Sain was, he didn't dare to offend the chief directly, so he hurriedly raised his shield again, and the two stood relatively well. The figure in the distance was getting closer, it was really Marcas, but it was clear that he could see it clearly.

"Kevin!" Marcus asked, "I told you to watch and tell him not to put his shield down, why did he put it down?"

Kevin was silent for a moment, knowing that any excuse he made in this situation would inevitably result in a more serious punishment. After hesitating for a while, he could only reply: "I am trying to persuade him to pick up the shield again, but it is not working!"

"Persuasion?" Marcus smiled, "if persuasion is useful, the state only needs the Minister of Foreign Affairs." Where do you need to be a soldier?"

The two did not dare to refute and responded in silence.

"Let's go eat first," Marcus smiled, "and continue in the afternoon." ”

The physical exertion of recruit training is extremely high, and no matter how much punishment is given, the meal is still eaten, and at most it is only postponed, otherwise people may not be able to bear it. Probably the only human point here.

Continuing in the afternoon, the subject is no longer bow and arrow training, but a kind of slinging training. It is also a long-range weapon, and everyone knows at this time that the belt of the original recruit's uniform, with a slight change, is a sling.

Find a suitable stone, then put it in a small holster on the belt, swing the belt, and after three or five turns, throw it out, which can attack from 100 to 200 meters. The material is easy to obtain, and the price is cheap, of course, the accuracy and the like are still far from the bow and arrow, and the same practice of slinging and practicing bow and arrow, the former requires more effort.

The stones range from specially polished round stone eggs to iron projectiles, which can be picked up on the side of the road. Although the accuracy is not high, if hundreds of people are smashed together, it is still terrifying, and it is especially effective for heavy armor. However, this thing is not a recruit assessment subject, so it is just a fun to teach everyone.

Since it was a game, the commanders didn't ask for much, of course everyone had a lot of fun, and the strict and boring training must also have some light items to adjust. It's just that Kevin and Sain, after only a little experience of the sling, raised their shields behind them for half the afternoon.

Kevin inspected the disadvantage and must also be punished. But after all, it was only an inspector, so he lifted three pieces, and Sain lifted five.

Watching others smashing around, they were very happy, and the two of them were undoubtedly indignant and unfair in their hearts. After all, Kevin has been through a lot, and sometimes it is just a sigh at most. And Sain was obviously more fragile inside, muttering and cursing for an afternoon, and no one heard him scold.

The pleasant time passed quickly, and after the afternoon training was over, everyone went back to dinner. Marcus still has the old rule: "You two supervise each other to raise your shields, and we will call you after eating." ”

"Yes!" the two looked at each other.

The recruits retreated like a tide again, and with a bang! Sain threw his shield on the ground and rubbed his sore arm: "I'm not doing it!"

"You're going to lift it anyway, right?" Kevin still held his shield.

"Humph!" Sain snorted coldly and sat aside.

"Will you lift it?" Kevin asked again, his tone visibly stiff.

"What do you want to do? I'm still afraid of you?" Sain sneered.

Kevin threw away his shield as well, and a farmer threw two punches at it. The commander made it very clear that if persuasion is effective, why do you need the army? That means very simply, if he doesn't listen, he can only beat him. Otherwise, when the chief returns, he will be punished!

Bang! The other party subconsciously wanted to block it, but his arm was weak and he couldn't block it! The punch still hit his face.

"Shet!" Sain was furious, bursting into a red vindictive. But the fighting spirit is a thing that has a lot to do with physical fitness, and when people are tired and weak, the power of the fighting spirit is also limited. Basically, if the hand is too soft to lift, it is useless to burst out of vindictiveness.

But magic is different, and before Kevin's mental power is exhausted, his power will not decrease at all. The other party smashed a hard punch, Kevin stood up with a magic shield to block it, and hit him in the stomach with a backhand. It's a pity that the farmer's old fist is really not powerful, and the other party just shook it and continued to fight back.

The two exchanged fists, and Sain was beaten back again and again, and Kevin actually had the upper hand. This beating, Kevin was relaxed and happy, and he beat out all the grievances he received today. Sain, on the other hand, was even more aggrieved, with little to no means of counterattack except swearing.

"What are you doing?" Marcas's voice rang out from the side.

The two of them were startled, hurriedly stopped, and stood up straight.

Kevin immediately slapped his chest with his right hand and snapped a military salute: "Sir, he doesn't lift!"

Marcas: "......"