Cold weapons are a man's romance

There are three "legendary men" in the military field——

(...Well, it is said that the men in legends are actually just because their bizarre experiences are too similar, so they are always compared by netizens, and finally formed a funny meme that is generally recognized in the circle.)

they are--

Henrik from Denmark, nicknamed "Modern Viking", like his brave and fearless ancestors, is good at suicide charge tactics. His roar on the field is like a giant monster in the deep sea, scaring his opponents to pieces.

Vincenzo from Italy, a romantic and enthusiastic Latin man, the successor of Fiore's swordsmanship, is known as the master of the swift sword, but don't think he can only play with the swift sword, his long sword is also excellent.

Laya from Spain has a majestic figure like a bullfighter and an elegant and mysterious charm like Zorro.He specializes in the supreme art, and his offensive and defensive footwork is as dazzling as a never-ending flamenco dance.

These three people have their own strengths and weaknesses in terms of swordsmanship style and personal temperament. The results in the competition are different, and it is impossible to talk about who is superior and who is inferior.It is not an exaggeration to say that they are the contemporary Three Musketeers.The reason why they are always mentioned at the same time is not only that they are at the same level, but also because they have a common feature:

In their sword-holding careers, they never defeated "Caesar of the Sword" Cesar once.So after gaining the reputation of "Three Musketeers", they also gained a ridiculous nickname - "Ten Thousand Years Second and Three".

"How angry!" Spaniard Laya squatted on the ground, chewing cornflakes.

"Could you stop chewing?" Henrik said gruffly. "Come on! We're in the Middle Ages! Where did the corn come from in the Middle Ages?"

"Really?" The Spaniard opened his mouth wide, and broken cornflakes fell out of his mouth.

"Corn came from America. At that time, we didn't know America existed! We won't have corn until Columbus discovered the New World!"

"Oh!" Laya was deeply impressed by the erudition of the Viking companion.

"That's not the problem, is it?!" exclaimed Vincenzo, an Italian with a mustache, "Even if Columbus discovered the New World, we still don't have cornflakes in plastic bags!"

The other two fell silent at the same time.

After the three of them heard that Humphrey was organizing a new historical reenactment campaign, they all asked to join.There is no other reason—Humphrey told them that the new student of "Caesar of the Sword" will also participate.

"Which student? The one who can only be cut from the sky?"

"Haven't you watched the new video released by Aurora Club? It's the one in the video!"

"Which one? In the video, I still only saw the little prince from the sky!"

After Humphrey explained for a long time, the three barely figured out that the "new student" he was referring to was the one who confronted Alex in the end.It is obvious from the video that his knowledge and use of the sword is far from that of his teacher, but his speed, reflexes and footwork are obviously much higher than others.When the three of them learned how short he had been learning swordsmanship, they were shocked by how fast he had progressed.

"I heard that he will participate in the next Silver Memorial Tournament. You may have the opportunity to play against him before the official game, and find out his details!" Humphrey told the same words to each other. three people.

A strong sense of crisis suddenly enveloped the heads of the Wannian second child and trio.There is already an insurmountable mountain called Cesar in front of them, and now there is another one, will they let people live?But for swordsmen, sometimes experience is far more important than knowledge itself.There are some things that cannot be learned in fencing school.Knowing yourself and your enemy before a battle is a must for military strategists.There is no perfect person in the world, as long as they find out the routines that this new student is used to, they can study his weaknesses and formulate suitable strategies against the enemy before officially confronting him on the field.

So they actively responded to Humphrey's call and booked their tickets to Cardiff that day.The rehearsal day finally came, and they were eager to change into costumes, hang props and swords, wait for the director's arrangement, and pretend to be jailers in the castle, waiting for the enemy to throw themselves into the net. (For the day, Henrik also grew a beard and tied it into a braid.)

"The party that robbed the prison must have a lot of people, can the three of us handle it?" Laya asked worriedly.

"Didn't you read the script?! Even if there are more people on our side, we will still lose in the end!" Vincenzo gave him a pat on the back of the head, and the cornflakes in Vincenzo's mouth sprayed all over the floor, and he felt distressed Looking at the wasted food, he sniffed.

"What's the point of us being here if we can't win?" the Viking asked.

"In order to find out his details! Idiot! At that time, we will divide two people to deal with the others, and let one person fight the new student alone! The information that person inquires must be shared with everyone!"

The Spaniards were once again overwhelmed by the wisdom of their companion from the Apennines. "But will he fight us seriously? After all, this is not an arena, it's just acting..."

"It is written in the script that they must win. As long as we are serious, he will definitely fight seriously, otherwise the next plot will not be able to proceed!" The Italian said, "The screenwriter must hate this kind of actors who change the script randomly. Next time, maybe I will write an ending where he fell into the elevator shaft and died!"

Little did he realize that the three of them were also messing around with the script.

"Then who shall we send?" Raya asked.For him, this question is equivalent to "Which little mouse dares to hang a bell on a cat".

The Italian said angrily: "Of course it's me! Do you think you two have the IQ to take on this job?"

Vikings and Spaniards humbly bow their noble heads.

"Hush! Shh! Listen! Someone's coming!"

There were chaotic footsteps outside the castle.Laya hurriedly stuffed all the cornflakes into her mouth, puffed her cheeks like a hamster who accidentally ate too many peanuts, stumbled and hid in the shadows in the corner of the hall with her companions, planning to make a surprise attack.In his desperation, he randomly threw the plastic packaging bags in the middle of the hall.

The enemy finally came.They were dressed in pitch-black night clothes, with black cloth covering their faces, and daggers stuck in their backs. They looked hostile at first glance, and they really looked like "minions of treacherous princes". (And the Three Musketeers are, of course, dedicated and loyal guards of the kingdom!)

"There's only two of them! They're outnumbered! Go!" cried the Viking gleefully, rushing desperately out of the shadows.

The Italians and Spaniards followed him, cursing his foolishness.They tried their best to squeeze out mighty expressions, let out confident and low-pitched laughter, and drew out their weapons to "surround" these two daring cronies of traitors.Although their siege network is full of loopholes, allowing almost an entire army to pass through, they still feel that their plan is flawless!

They were originally worried that two fists would defeat four hands, but it turned out that this kind of worry was completely unnecessary-it was clear that the enemy could not defeat six hands with four punches!

Now they have only one problem left.

——They both cover their faces, who is the new student? !

***

"Uh, why are the three of them..." Cesar said weakly.

"You know them?"

"I met them on the court. Although they never beat me once, it is still a bit tricky for the three of them to unite."

Roman never expected that such a powerful enemy would appear on the last section of the road to rescue the Duke.The three prison guards in front of them squeezed out ferocious smiles, and let out creepy laughs, approaching them with weapons in hand.Although it is a bit exaggerated to say that they are "surrounded", it is an indisputable fact that they are at a disadvantage in numbers.

Facing the situation where there are many enemies and we are few, the first thing to avoid is to be attacked by the enemy.Roman reflexively leaned against Cesar, turned his back to his companion, and handed over his most vulnerable place to the most trustworthy person for protection.

Almost at the same time, there was a solid feeling on the back.Cesar adopted exactly the same tactics as him.The two stood back to back, unanimously speaking.Without talking or gesturing, they can read each other's every thought and take the best course of action against the enemy.

Look at the menacing appearance of these three jailers, it doesn't look like they are about to lose a battle.Maybe the prison robbers will be wiped out here, and the hopeless Duke will probably die of old age in prison!

"I don't think it's the same as the script..." Roman whispered.

"Did you just find out now?" Cesar complained without losing the opportunity.

"Director! You don't care?"

"Isn't this very realistic acting?" Humphrey widened his eyes in surprise, not wanting to miss any details, "I'm really overjoyed to see you directing so hard!"

This is not realistic acting!This is forcing people to fight for real, director!

Roman has never been in a group fight since he was a child. From the era of fencing to the era of fighting, he has always learned one-on-one tactics, unlike Cesar, who has a wealth of experience in group fights in the BOTN arena.But common sense tells him that the side with the smaller number of people in a group fight must be at a disadvantage.The immediate priority now is to balance the numbers on both sides.If they become two-on-two, the situation will undoubtedly be much better.

This is not a competition field, and there are not so many rules and regulations. Apart from "don't intentionally hurt your opponent" and "protect yourself", Roman couldn't think of any restrictions at the moment.That is to say, some means that are regarded as fouls on the field can be used openly on the battlefield where history repeats itself.

Of course, Roman didn't want to resort to such indiscriminate tricks as flirting.He could have ended the fight gracefully and decisively.

He targeted the unshaven jailer in front of him.He kept yelling at the jailbreakers. Roman thought he was trying to make a deterrent war cry, but it sounded like a person singing out of tune singing loudly in a KTV.

With his left hand, Roman pulled out the dagger at his waist, but it was actually a feint.When the bearded jailer noticed the movement of his left hand, he quickly took off his mask and threw it at the enemy.A mask wrapped around the bearded face, blocking his view.

In less than a second!

Roman quickly pulled out the throwing knife behind him and threw it at the bearded man.The throwing knife is a soft silicone prop, even if it hits the skin directly, it will not cause much damage.It hit the bearded man's chest softly, and the blade bent and bounced harmlessly away.At the same time, the bearded man brushed off the mask on his face, ready to launch a round of charge, and give a good lesson to the opponent who dared to use dirty tricks.

"Oh oh oh! Zombie zombie!" Roman yelled.

Although counterattacks are supported in fencing competitions, the timing of the counterattack must be within one beat. If it takes a long time to counterattack after being hit, it is called "zombie behavior", because under normal circumstances, the person who is hit by the sword should Already dead, this is undoubtedly tantamount to resurrection from the dead.In general, the referee calls a timeout before the zombie behavior starts, so this kind of situation hardly occurs.But it's different in sparring, there are always some people who play tricks after being hit by the sword.In games that do not support counterattacks, counterattacking after being hit is also considered a zombie behavior.

The bearded man's face turned red.He dropped his weapon resentfully and walked towards Humphrey.The burly shopkeeper patted him on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

Just when Roman thought he was about to leave obediently, he started howling again.

"He's the one in the video! He's Cesar's new student!"

The eyes of the other two jailers froze.One of them took a step forward.With his neat moustache, he looked like a romantic medieval ranger.Roman feels that among all the people, he is the one that fits the historical atmosphere the most.

"Vincenzo in Lower Verona, it is a great honor to be your opponent today."

After finishing speaking, he winked at his only remaining companion and asked him to sign up as well.

"Well, I'm Raya," said the companion.

"..." Vincenzo was silent for a second, and then dedicatedly continued to interpret his self-made character design, "We already know your name, can you ask your companion to also report his name?"

Cesar pulled off his mask and said bluntly, "It's me."

"..." Vincenzo was silent for another second.

Roman thought he was intimidated, considering Cesar had said he hadn't beaten himself once.But after a short silence, Vincenzo let out a strange laugh again.

"I was wondering when I would have the chance to fight you again, but I didn't expect you to come here!" He pointed the tip of his sword at Cesar, "Today I will send you pair of desperate mandarin ducks to hell!"

"Hey, I like this sentence!" Cesar hooked his toe and picked up the weapon dropped by the bearded man.