"Follow me, let's find an open place." Fabrizio tilted his head to the right after seeing Brutus and Marcus finishing eating bread, "There is no need to bring your spear, the main task today is
Just watch and listen.”
He held the handle of the shield with his left hand and lifted the shield up from the ground with a very casual lift. Brutus followed Fabrice and discovered that this long oval shield about one meter high was originally
It's made of wood, with a layer of reddish-brown linen on the outermost layer.
The three of them walked for a few minutes and came to the open land beside the river, where there were several low haystacks.
Fabrice looked up at the sky. It was still a long time before the sun fell below the horizon. He stood his shield against a haystack, and then changed from holding the spear upright with one hand to holding the spear horizontally with both hands.
"The method of using a spear can be said to be very simple, but you need to consider the length of the spear in your hand when using it." Fabrice stabbed a haystack with the spear. "Stabbing is the most basic action."
"Of course, you can also try to deflect the enemy's weapon and then stab it, but it may be difficult to do so in a battle formation. In the formation, you need to maintain the tightness of the formation at all times, without chaos or haste."
"No matter whether the stabbing is successful or not, the spear needs to be withdrawn immediately and cannot be entangled."
"And if you are fighting alone, a two-meter spear has a length advantage compared to short weapons. You need to keep the distance between yourself and the enemy at all times so that you can always have this length advantage."
"As for the enemy with longer weapons, you must either find a way to kill him from a distance, or find a way to get close to him, but I don't recommend the latter because it is too difficult. And facing the spear phalanx in the battle formation
You need to take advantage of various favorable conditions, such as using terrain to make the enemy's formation scattered, or using cavalry to force the enemy to move."
"It is difficult to simply determine the winner simply by relying on the battle between heavy infantry and heavy infantry."
"Always pay attention to your physical strength. This is very important whether it is a duel or a battle."
Fabrice pointed to the long shield standing next to the haystack: "You can try holding it with your left hand."
Brutus walked towards the haystack and turned the shield to the side with the handle with his left hand. He thought that Fabrizio looked quite relaxed when he lifted the shield before, so he didn't take it seriously.
But it soon proved that underestimating the enemy would lead to big losses. He was unprepared for the heavy feeling coming from his left hand, and he didn't even pick up the shield for the first time.
"Good guy, this shield weighs at least 20 kilograms." Fortunately, Brutus was strong enough, and after a little mental preparation, he successfully picked up the long shield.
Fabrice crossed his hands and looked at him with some gloating: "How does it feel?"
"It's very heavy." Brutus really thought so. His mind and body were not well integrated. Even if his physical condition was enough to hold a long shield for a long time, he still felt very tired.
"So on the battlefield, the rotation between soldiers in the centurions and the rotation between the centurions is very necessary. Always pay attention to your physical strength, or kill the enemy before your physical strength is exhausted,
Or let his energy run out first."
Fabrice came over and took the long shield: "Or wait for your comrades to take your place."
"Then is there any kind of character who can equal one to a hundred?" Brutus felt that a fantasy world must always have a bit of fantasy.
"Of course there is, but no matter how powerful a person is, he is still ridiculously insignificant under the power of the army." Fabrice looked at Brutus with a sharp look, which even made him feel a little cold on his neck inexplicably.
"If he can hit a hundred people, we can send out a thousand people, and if he can hit a thousand people - haha, I'm afraid such a human being hasn't been born yet."
"But it's possible that people like this will appear in the future." Fabrice shrugged, "But the power of an individual is always the same in the face of an organized group."
"Okay, let's go ahead. Let's continue."
Fabrice stood up the shield in front of him and told Brutus: "Don't underestimate the role of the shield. In many cases, it is much more effective than the weapon in your hand."
"Offense needs to be based on defense. This is the basic idea of heavy infantry." Fabrice used his right hand to compare the position of the top of the shield to his body. "As you can see, the top of such a shield can reach my neck, and the bottom
Up to my knees."
"It's wide enough to block your entire body. As long as you move properly, it can basically block any attack in front. While defending, you can also use it to push away the enemy in front of you, or to knock him down.
Hit the person on the ground hard on the head."
"As for the more complex skills, you won't be able to learn them for a while. What you have to practice now is actually very simple - physical fitness and strength, and then how to use weapons."
Fabrice carefully observed Brutus' body from head to toe, then nodded and said: "To be honest, he is much stronger than Herman, and the progress can be accelerated a lot."
"Originally I wouldn't teach this to a freedman who doesn't know where he comes from, but hey, who calls you an approved person?" Fabrice sneered a few times, "Study seriously, in the city
Man, maybe these skills can save your life in the future. Well, and this kid, learning from me is much better than following those losers in the barracks."
Brutus stared at Fabrice: "I have a question that I don't know whether to ask or not."
As we all know, this sentence is a prelude to which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted. Unfortunately, the common knowledge here is not the common knowledge in this world.
Fabrice nodded: "Ask."
"Since you are so powerful, why aren't you a young adult suitable for military service?"
The atmosphere turned cold as expected, and Brutus and Marcus felt a hint of murderous intent at the same time, but it quickly disappeared without a trace with a gust of breeze.
"Of course, if it's not convenient to say it, just pretend I didn't ask."
"There is nothing inconvenient to say." Fabrice coughed and said coldly, "I suffered from severe bleeding and was deemed unfit to serve."
Fabrice pointed out a general range to the two of them: "The two of you will run around here twenty times, and then take turns practicing raising the shield until evening."
Although Brutus believed that Fabrice's orders to him and Marcus were theoretically invalid, he thought of the murderous intention that had almost become substantial just now, so he still went to run in circles.
"It turns out that Uncle Fabrice is so powerful." Marcus whispered with lingering fear while following Brutus's steps.
"The murderous intention has already taken shape." Now Brutus believed that someone could beat a hundred people at once, after all, he was almost one in 100.
He estimated the distance. The lap Fabrice pointed to was at least seventy or eighty meters. After running, he had to lift a twenty-kilogram shield, which can only be said to be life-threatening...