Chapter 262 The Whole Big Job
Chapter 262 The Whole Big Job
Autumn dusk.
Qifeng City West Training Ground.
The daytime riding and archery training had just ended when the unicorn was taken away to be fed, and the training equipment was put into the warehouse.
The arrows scattered on the shooting range were picked up one by one by the new recruits and put back into their quivers.
Martin sat cross-legged on the ground, the Ice Star Armor already removed and placed to the side.
There were about two hundred people sitting opposite him, all of whom were new recruits of the city defense army and the servants' army, who had just finished training.
Sit down and rest for a while, then we'll explain the combat techniques again, and then we can disperse.
Seeing that it was about time, he drew a dagger from his lower back, drew a crooked human figure on the soft soil with the tip of the blade, and poked a spot on the waist.
"You all remember the power generation techniques I taught you last time, right? The waist and abdomen are the important center of the body's power, and this is even more important for superhumans than for ordinary people."
"Why? Because the path of life force circulation in the body starts from the heart, spreads through the spine to the limbs."
"If you exert force from your shoulders, your life force can only flow to your arms. If you exert force from your waist and abdomen, your life force can flow to both your upper and lower body at the same time, and the increase in life force is faster."
The new recruits listened attentively.
"But knowing that isn't enough." Martin traced a few lines on the humanoid figure with the tip of his knife. "In actual combat, your opponent will also use their life force to amplify their strength and defense."
"In a head-on collision between equals, whoever has a stronger reserve of vitality will have the advantage. But if you want to win against a stronger opponent, you have to learn to attack their strength points."
"When the shoulder, elbow, knee, and waist areas are attacked, the flow of life force will temporarily stop."
He put away the dagger, stood up, and brushed the bits of grass off his pants.
"No amount of theory can compare to seeing it for yourself. Fred, Otto, you two come down to the ring and practice your throws."
These two belonged to the city defense army and were already at the initial stage of transcendence. Upon hearing the order, the two walked to the sandy open space in the center of the crowd.
"Same rules as always, no life force allowed, pure skill. Whoever gets pinned to the ground and slapped three times first loses."
As soon as Martin finished speaking, the crowd around him stirred.
"Want to bet?" a new recruit whispered, nudging his comrade next to him with his elbow. "One glass of Silver Star wine, I bet on Fred to win."
"I'll bet on Otto, one cup. His waist looks like he's trained."
"I'm betting on Fred too, one cup."
"Otto, two cups!"
The sound of betting rose and fell, all for Silver Star wine, betting cup after cup.
The city defense troops and servants have a monthly purchase limit for Silver Star crops, which can only be exchanged for a few bottles of Silver Star wine. No one would be willing to bet a whole bottle.
Someone used a twig to draw names on the ground, adding a stroke next to each mark. These hasty marks resembled the bookkeeping method of some primitive tribe.
The match began quickly, and the two instantly became entangled in a hug. Upon seeing this, the surrounding soldiers began to shout and yell.
"Fred, you need to twist his legs to restrain him!"
"Otto, stay calm. Your lower body is more stable than his. Just wait it out!"
Under the guidance of a group of "masters," Fred and Otto wrestled back and forth on the sand.
...
Just then, a series of light footsteps came from the entrance of the training ground, mixed with a few crisp barks of dogs.
Martin instinctively turned around, then quickly stood up straight, staring intently at the newcomer.
The new recruits sitting around also stood up one after another. No one shouted commands, but everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and stood up straight.
--The lord has arrived!
Richard walked slowly from the direction of the river, leading a sheepdog on a leash, followed by more than thirty dogs.
They come out with their owners for a stroll after meals.
Nicole walked beside Richard, holding a round, white puppy in her arms, while Celia walked on the other side, holding the reins of three St. Bernards.
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Richard walked to the edge of the crowd, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers standing ramrod straight.
They landed on the trampled sand in the center of the open space, where Fred and Otto had just gotten up and were still covered in sand.
"Who won just now?"
"Reporting to the lord, Fred is about to win!" Someone in the crowd of soldiers raised their hand to answer.
Are we about to win?
Richard chuckled.
"Let's continue then. The winner will receive a bottle of Iridium Star wine."
The entire area suddenly fell silent, and a look of fanaticism and excitement visibly appeared on the faces of all the soldiers!
Iridium Star Wine!
This kind of good stuff isn't something even the Royal Guard can drink whenever they want. Only on special occasions or when someone has performed meritorious service according to military regulations will the lord issue a bottle as a reward.
And now, a bottle of Iridium Star Wine is placed in front of them, not bought, not given, but won!
Fred's breathing was heavy, like that of an old ox, and he suddenly pounded his muscular chest a few times.
Otto remained silent, only tightening the cloth strip on his wrist a little more, the muscles in his cheeks twitching.
Neither of them spoke, but the weight of that silence was heavier than the previous sounds of betting!
...
Richard didn't say anything more, but simply raised his hand to signal them to continue.
Wrestling starts again.
The soldiers watching could no longer contain themselves and joined in the frenzied shouting and cheering!
"Fred, don't fall!" he!"
"Otto, go for it! Beat the shit out of him! Then beat him into the shit! Finally, beat him into a pile of shit!"
"Iridium Star Wine, Fred! Iridium Star Wine, ahhh! Bite his ass!"
No one cared about the bet of those few cups of Silver Star wine anymore; everyone was focused on the two people wrestling on the sand.
Some people clenched their fists and squatted down, while others unconsciously took a half step forward, only to be pulled back by those behind them.
Even the dogs were affected; the Dobermans pricked up their ears and let out low growls.
Fred exploded like a bull, hoisted Otto's body, and slammed him onto the sand.
Otto slapped the ground repeatedly.
The roar nearly turned the training ground upside down!
Fred, covered in sand and looking like a gorilla, pounded his chest violently and howled.
Richard looked at the distorted, excited faces of the young people and their incoherent shouts.
Suddenly I feel that chiffon cake is great in every way, except that it's too quiet.
Chiffon cakes don't lack efficiency or wealth; what they truly lack are these very things right in front of them.
Scalding sweat.
A hoarse scream.
A group of people were excited like it was a festival because of a wrestling match that had no practical significance.
These are the things that truly bring a city to life.
Richard suddenly had a thought that made him pause for a moment.
He quickly went through Qi Feng's financial situation, site conditions, population size, and external environment in his mind.
The conclusion is that it is feasible.
It's definitely feasible!
He still needs to go back and think carefully about the specifics of how to do it, but he already has a general direction.
Autumn in the North is too short; it will snow in just over two months, but he doesn't plan to wait. He wants to do something now.
The opening ceremony has just ended. If we do something more while the hype is still going, we're sure to attract even more attention.
for example...
--A huge undertaking!!
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