Quill was obviously not in the mood to teach, but in order to complete the task of training the recruits, he still sat at the table panting, like a stern hen, staring at the chicks who had just come out of the shell and had not yet grown their hair.

Felix was tasked with spearheading the demonstration of using a wooden sword to block and slash. Even though Quill didn't look like the other non-commissioned officers in the battalion who were buying little Filly's account, he had no other choice - Felix had indeed killed a mutant wolf a year earlier, and he was using a sword!

But Felix couldn't use that beautiful steel sword right now, at least not in the barracks, because if he did take it out, even Quill and Lieutenant Dodim would be very shameless. He could only honestly hold on to the broken wood, which had almost no touch, and split vertically, diagonally, and horizontally......

Everyone was fascinated by it, and their eyes seemed to be filled with divine worship. They had just received confirmation from Lieutenant Quill that Felix was another junior warrior among the more than a hundred rookies, so it was no wonder that Gulf didn't look at anyone else before shooting the arrow, just at Felix. It turns out that the two of them are already ahead of the curve, and they steal everyone's limelight!

However, Qi Lang didn't care much about the limelight, he only had one thing in his head at this time, that is, the task that Ensign Maggie had just given him - to leave Lieutenant Quill speechless! For this goal, he had to seize all the time and all opportunities, learn something from those who were stronger than himself, and he had to prove to Quill that he was fully qualified to show pride and self-confidence!

Felix's demonstration did have a solid foundation, because when everyone took turns to take the wooden sword and began to learn to slash like him, they couldn't make the sound of a beast roaring, at most like a husky who had just turned two months old, barking threateningly at the rag doll in front of him.

Although Qi Lang was very unconvinced, he had to admit that Felix did show more than one talent better than himself in the use of the sword, but there was one thing he still couldn't figure out: in the depths of his distant memory, there was a great and respected swordsman who once said to himself very clearly: "The sword is not for split......ting! Splitting is the dumbest way to do it. You are blaspheming the sanctity of the Lord of the Hundred Swords!"

"Hey, hey!! are you stupid, Dongfang Boy!" Qi Lang looked up sharply and found that Quill had actually walked in front of him. He really couldn't guess how he could ignore such a huge iron tower!

"I'm doing my best, Lieutenant Quill. Qi Lang did not show any panic after a trance, and he had secretly made up his mind that no matter how much the stupid bear humiliated him, he would only be a blow in his ears, because he was sure that one day he would make Quill realize what a terrible mistake he had made.

"You call this a good practice?!" Quill snapped the wooden sword out, Qi Lang felt that his right hand must have been pierced with wooden thorns, because it seemed to be on fire, "That's how the sword is used, you stupid pig?!Who do you see holding the sword with only one hand?"

Qi Lang forcibly held back the painful expression on his face, and said in a calm tone as much as possible, "But I think there are times when we may need to hold a shield in our left hand......"

"Shield!?" Quill snapped the wooden sword in two, as if he had broken Qi Lang's bones. He slammed them to the ground and roared at Qi Lang and all the corporals around him, "I don't know what a shield is! Quill soldiers will never need that!

Several of the corporals around him all cast blaming and disgusting glances at Qi Lang, as if to say, "Why do you keep messing with this mad dog?" This is the second time you've even affected us today!

But Qi Lang was still as calm as a rock, and he no longer cared what the other soldiers thought of him, just as he didn't care about the stupid bear in front of him. Because he knows that two very important people have seen their potential, and they are the ones who are more worthy of caring about people. However, Qi Lang also had to admit that although it was uncomfortable to be sprayed in the face by Quill's saliva, his few roars were still a bit imposing.

Now, there is one less than thirty wooden swords, which means that the young men have a little less time to practice, but they seem to be a little bit grateful to Qi Lang in their hearts, because this makes them a little less chance of being loudly abused by Quill.

Taking advantage of the gap in practice, Qi Lang simply dealt with his right hand - more than twenty small cuts were cut on the palm, which was not very serious, but it was really painful, because the wooden thorns inside needed to be very careful and careful to pick them out, and Qi Lang did not have so much time at the moment. He just tore a small strip of linen from the corner of his coat and wrapped it hastily. It's nothing, it's still a big harvest today, isn't it?

As he waited in the queue, Qi Lang carefully observed Felix's sword swing, and he gradually began to understand why Quill was so disgusted with holding a sword in one hand. Because, indeed, it was a very dangerous move, you know, even a warrior like Felix, who was just starting out, had a sword that was enough to cut a branch as thick as a baby's arm in two, and he only used a cherry wood sword that was not very good. If you encounter an enemy like Felix, with your sword holding posture, I am afraid that you will not be able to find a weapon in just one face.

Although Quill didn't show all his skills himself, he also gave everyone an eye-opener: after Owu tried more than twenty off-target slashes, he was finally kicked to the ground by Quill in a frustrated manner, and then his slash stopped exactly a millimeter in front of the tip of Owu's fat nose.

Qi Lang was glad that he had the opportunity to see Quill, not because Ou's black face was almost a blank sheet of paper, but because he had figured out a key - strength and precision!

Qi Lang had to admit that these native Caucasian people of the Luman Empire were indeed naturally preferred. They survived the catastrophe that happened decades ago - it is said that it happened more intensively, and it even changed the entire planet astonishingly. But these Caucasians survived the struggle, they became strong and powerful, and the strict discipline made them as accurate as clocks.

In such an environment, they have found the most suitable direction of development—strong and accurate power! They must achieve their goals in the simplest way, which may seem crude at times, but it works, because few other races have that great power. This is also the main reason why the Spiral Frontier Army pays more attention to their strength when selecting fighters.

Although Qi Lang believed that the unimaginable coolies he had done in the slave camp made him slightly stronger than the other Oriental children, he was also well aware that he might have a slight advantage in endurance and dexterity over the white boys.

But here, in the training camp of the Spinner, he had to develop his abilities according to the tactical ideas that these Caucasians had summed up over the centuries, even if that was not in line with the less than year of military training he had before him.

Qi Lang had no choice but to hold the sword with both hands like Felix, throw the shield behind him, and try to split the enemy's ugly head in half at once!

"Alright, Fili, stop passing on your lessons. A beginner warrior should first have a humble attitude. After four hours of training, Quill was probably moving on from his previous setbacks, and he was starting to get tired of Felix's constant fingering.

"Rookies," Quill said at the front of the line. He no longer looked like a hen that had fallen out of favor, and he was back to the fierce lion, now facing a group of lion cubs who were learning to start hunting with their own teeth, "I know you all have a weapon in your hands that is not satisfactory, but I dare say that if you advance to a sergeant, sooner or later you will have your own steel sword and use it to split the heads of your enemies and mutants!"

Qi Lang felt like he was going to get as enthusiastic as the other soldiers at first, but he was immediately doused by Quill's fierce addition.

"That certainly doesn't include you, Corporal Qi Lang, I'm sure you won't live that long!" Quill looked away from Qi Lang with disdain, as if provoking Qi Lang's anger was his main achievement this afternoon, but he didn't have time to be proud of it.

"But," Quill continued, "before you can do that, you must master the only thing that is essential to the use of the sword. I guess you don't know what I'm talking about, rookies!"

"That's the courage to disregard life!" Quill's bull's eyes flashed with a terrifying fierce light, as if he didn't need to use a sword, just by looking at his eyes to make his enemies surrender, "That's a spirit! Only the loss of life can make it impossible for you to continue fighting, otherwise the sword in your hand, or anything else, will be a deadly weapon that will terrify the enemy!"