The previous four hours of training had been a waste of effort for Ou Wu, as Qi Lang saw that his sword had lost its accuracy, and if a drunk man picked up a wooden sword, it would have been like this.

But that's just as bad. Especially since Owu wasn't actually drunk, he just went crazy because of his anger. And his strength is amazing, if he hits it firmly, Qi Lang believes that his bones will be broken.

If he still blindly defends like before, Qi Lang knows very well that he can't support it a few times. It was so difficult! It was very difficult for the best martial artists to accurately block the raindrops of attack while also making sure that his wooden sword did not meet the powerful force head-on, not to mention that Qi Lang had only trained for four hours—except for the year he had just been trained by that great and respected swordsman when he was remembering.

In fact, Qi Lang can't remember it very clearly. Everything about the past, including the distant homeland in the East, had been squeezed and erased in his mind, except for the bits and pieces, and in the end only a bloody battle remained. Although those fragments would occasionally jump out, vaguely giving him a very warm and beautiful feeling, under the impact of that crazy disaster, everything was more like an illusory image, fading little by little in the blood mist, until it humbly hid in the darkest corner of memory......

But memory is a strange thing, some of it is really carved into the bones, you don't have to dig into it to find out whether it's true or not, it just bursts out of nowhere and tells you how to choose like instinct.

Just like Qi Lang is now. He began to change his strategy - attack!

Retreat, dodge sideways, pick open the opponent's sword, and stab with your sword!

If Qi Lang was holding Felix's Holy Light Sword in his hand, there would already be a bloody hole in Ouwu's ribs!

"Oh, you son of a bitch!" but Owu didn't fall to the ground covered in blood, he just yelled angrily, and turned around and rushed up again.

Because Qi Lang was only holding a wooden sword in his hand.

One more time!

Equally dexterously dodging an unsuccessful upward slash from Owu, he gently pulled his stout body forward with the tip of his sword, and then slashed his hands in turn. This time Qi Lang hit Owu's shaggy calf!

"Ahh

Before you know it, it's quiet.

Felix was stunned! They couldn't believe what was happening before them. They had thought that Ou Wu could gently carry the Oriental boy over like the chef did with the white-haired chicken in the chicken coop, cut it in the throat, and then clap his hands and prepare hot water. Qi Lang had blocked the two swords of Ao Wu before, which was already a miracle in their opinion, but they still firmly believed that Qi Lang would not always be so lucky.

But that's no longer the case. Qi Lang struck Ou Wu with his sword very clearly, twice, three times...... Ten times!In other words, that Eastern Kid has already killed more than a dozen powerful enemies like Owu, and although the methods he uses are very different from those taught by Lieutenant Quayle, on the battlefield, no one cares what kind of methods you use, as long as you cut the sharp blade through the enemy's body and let the blood flow, you are the victor.

It seemed to the group of lads that this eye-opening one-on-one spar had already come to fruition, and they were now just waiting for Quill to announce the end of the training when the three minutes came, and then shouted in disappointment: "Corporal Qi Lang, you have done a great job." You're the best recruit I've ever met!"

But Quill didn't stop, it didn't seem like there was a proper watch in the world that could be brought to his thick arm, and he clearly didn't agree with Qi Lang in the slightest, because his face was full of anger at this time, and the bull's eyes were even a little red.

"Three minutes have passed, Lieutenant Quayle. A not-so-loud voice came from the crowd, and as Felix and the others looked around with blaming eyes, they saw Gurff carefully put down his sleeves and bowed their heads in fear.

But Quill turned a deaf ear to the voice. His face was still severely distorted, as if every sword that Qi Lang had struck Ao Wu had also scratched on the scar on his face at the same time.

At this time, the situation on the field began to take a turn!

Owu no longer counted how many swords he had received, and even threw aside Lieutenant Quill's previous strict command to hold a sword with both hands, dragging the wooden sword behind him with one hand, and trying to catch Qi Lang's collar with the other. He is like a rhinoceros that has been violated by territory, no matter how many attacks he has received, he only thinks about giving his opponent a head.

It is indeed very effective to use this trick against Qi Lang, because whoever fights against zombies who can't be killed will eventually become overwhelmed.

Qi Lang was grabbed by Ou Wu's clothes in the end, although before that, his wooden sword slashed at Ou Wu's arm twice, but the indomitable Ou Wu still succeeded!

Just as Ou Wu had flaunted before, his fists were indeed very powerful, and the force was probably enough to break a wooden plank. Qi Lang was lucky enough to dodge his nose, but his left eye was already black, but fortunately, his fist was still on Aowu's right eye, but it was much less powerful.

"Oh, beat him, beat him!" the corporals began to shout excitedly again. The laughter, whistles, and the sound of the two fists and ping-pong beating each other, so noisy that no one could hear what kind of movement came out of their mouths!

"I said stop!"

When Qi Lang finally couldn't feel Ouwu's heavy punch on his body, he found that his feet had left the ground, and on the other side of him, he saw for the first time that Ouwu was also lifted up by the neck hair like a kitten.

Thump!

Quill threw the two of them to the ground, one left and one right, and his face returned to its usual sternness, perhaps a little more justice.

"Confinement!" Quill shouted in an unquestionable tone, in fact, he really didn't need to shout so loudly, because the silence had returned to the surroundings, "you both need to be confined!

God knows when Quill shouted to stop! In that case, Qi Lang was pretty sure that he was the same as Ou Wu, and all he heard was the sound of the other party's fist smashing at him. But he forced himself not to argue with Quill, estimating that the result would only lead to a harsher punishment.

Quill probably delayed the time, and did not comment on the performance of the two in the swordsmanship training just now, but hurriedly ended the day's training, and at the same time proudly announced the punishment result of the two: three days of confinement! That means that Qi Lang and Ou Wu will miss the most anticipated three-day holiday of the year, the Holy King Sacrifice. It was the biggest festival of the Luhmann Empire, and it is said that it was on that day that the first king of the empire, Henry I, ascended to the throne.

Qi Lang and Owu's dinner was served in a dark confinement room, and by the time it was served, the steak was already cold, and the portion was much smaller than normal. Qi Lang heard that Ou Wu next door had been humming and chirping while eating, and it seemed that his fist had also given him a lot of suffering. But Qi Lang felt that his injuries were obviously more serious, his cheeks were swollen higher than his left eye, but the pain was not enough to make him moan weakly.

"You're glad they didn't keep us together!" was the provocation that Owu would have heard from time to time after a few snorts, "or they'll have to prepare the shroud for you when they open the door on the third day!"

But Qi Lang didn't have the heart to pay attention to Owu at all, he was still summing up the gains and losses after this day's training: archery was indeed a mess, but Ensign Mei Ji somehow recognized his potential; swordsmanship training should be better than he expected, although Quill's set has proven not to apply to his own characteristics, but at least when fighting, he can still show a certain amount of combat effectiveness; he should avoid hand-to-hand combat with a strong man like Owu as much as possible, especially not to be grabbed by his clothes!

Qi Lang finished the first day of training in a groggy way, while he was still praying in his sleep, hoping that the festive atmosphere would not make the old men who delivered food forget their duties.

"You two come out!" Early in the morning, a shrill voice accompanied by the sound of unlocking woke Qi Lang and Aowu.

"Corporal Qi Lang, Corporal Owu, stand apart!" the man who came was Sergeant Otran, who had probably not fully recovered from his dreams, for his goldfish eyes looked more swollen.

"I knew you two were in big trouble, I knew it for a long time!" Otrang began to lecture with the appearance of a non-commissioned officer, "If you dare to do anything outside of training, even Lieutenant Dodim will not be able to save you! But boys, you should definitely be an exception!"

It seems that Autran was sent to rescue them both, but Qi Lang and Ou are not the least grateful to him, for they both remember very well that the disgusting roommate was due to him.

"Are you listening to me?" Otrang forcibly pulled Qi Lang and Ou back into his eyes, "Look at the way you guys look, it's like you've just joined a world war." But I have to inform you both that you missed the opportunity for the corporal to camp. They set off last night, envy it? There are also many female soldiers in the Bai Cha Army who have also been invited, think about it, those beautiful girls...... But you can only stay in town and be ready to report to me at any time!"