Chapter 2
2. Zuma, etc.
A black dot seemed to fly between the eye holes of the leather helmet.
Encrid lifted the shield fixed on the back of his left hand.
Tung.
I felt a strong weight.
I tried to spat and shed it, but it was only half successful, so my forearm was stiff..
Encrid lowered the blade over the helmet of the man who threw the spear..
Cuckoo.
The blade fell over the shoulder of the man who reflexively snapped his neck.
His grasp rang with the silent sound of a scapegoat.
“Turn off, kill. You.”
The enemy muttered, and he grabbed the spear short and swung it.
It was a well-learned skill..
Encrid pushed his belly with the soles of his feet without thinking about it..
“Billion.”
The guy who was hit lost his balance and collapsed..
It's a battle close to Baek Byung-jeon, a battle close to the war..
When the leader of the enemy and the leader of the enemy were mixed together, the enemy was shuffled..
Goro, if you fall, you're going to die..
Encrid, who took his eyes off the one who knocked him down, tightens the shield handle. Then I found an ally..
If you lose reason and fling, you die. If you're a berserker, you're not a berserker, you're a berserker, you're a berserker, you're a berserker. I was ready to become.
Why Survive Long Years, Pipsqueak Talent.
Encrid knew the fountain..
‘Don't step up..’
I blocked the blade that flew somewhere with a shield..
The blade hit the corner of the shield and the metal was dented.
Oil-fed wooden shield twisted.
It seemed to be useless if I had to use it a few more times..
‘Attacks are short and simple.’
After blocking it, Encrid gave strength to the hand that held the knife and swung it.
Tung.
Soon a silent blow struck his grasp.
One unlucky enemy got a barrel on his head and flipped it to the side..
The spear blade of the ally was stuck in the chest of the fallen man..
Thickened gambison with cotton and linen withstands the impact of the window blade. I couldn't get it inside..
The guy who hit me said he was going to live..
Puck! Puck! Puck!
The allied soldier repeated the same action without pause.
Whether it was blocked or not, he put the spear blade at a distance..
Hooked.
In the end, the blade of the spear broke through the armor and hit the torso of the unlucky enemy.
“Off.”
The guy who vomited blood shivered and grabbed the spear that stabbed my stomach..
“Shival, let it go! Let go! You bastard..”
The enemy held the spear to the end, and the allied soldier held his weapon I gave up and picked up the window he was using..
Checking there, Encrid stepped back, lost breath and swallowed.
“Hou, Hou, Hou.”
He sees the position of the line, the position of the allies, the position of the enemy. I drew it in my head..
‘If you step out, you die..’
If you dig between the enemy with your skills, the manure that is sprayed on the battlefield will be It was going to be..
It's like an enemy who died a little while ago with a hole a few times bigger than his belly button..
He was excited and sprang forward, but his skills were just that..
In the meantime, I've caught a few luckier and less skilled guys on the battlefield than mine. He might have been conceited..
It may simply have been unlucky.
I didn't aim and swing it, but I got caught by the blade of the Encrid..
It hadn't rained for a few days, so the floor was stiff and like a rock..
There was blood strewn over it, but that didn't mean the dryness would disappear. It hasn't rained too much in the meantime..
I feel like my throat is burning, and the smell of blood rises from inside my throat. It's up..
Encrid devoured his dry spit and found my squad member with his eyes..
Of course, I didn't seem to be looking for it..
Instead of that.
“We like!”
Someone yelled..
It was two steps away. One of the allied platoon members lifted a spear and was seen stabbing.
‘What are you doing?.’
The stab itself was good, but I was on my own foot, and my right foot on my left foot. I got caught..
Thud-and fell, and missed his weapon..
‘You're putting up a prayer to kill him.?’
It's like a fallen man lying down and praying with his head pouting. Showed.
Encrid broke off his thoughts and moved..
He moved forward, lifted his shield up, held his breath, and gave strength to his muscles.
Tung. Ujijik.
The opponent's blade beats the shield. A silent shock spread through his forearm to his whole body.
When the blade was blocked, the oil-fed wooden shield was split..
Encrid throws the broken shield forward and adds to the power of the wet. I swung the knife from side to side..
Right-to-left once, left-to-right again significantly one Times.
Hung, Hung.
Ka-ang!
The timing of the left-to-right swing took the opponent's weapon.
The blade and blade meet, the fire bounces, and the opponent's weapon escapes his grasp. I saw a crab.
I aimed for that..
Encrid is more than my swordsmanship, my strength that I've cultivated all these years. Believed.
I've been more than a first-class mercenary in training..
It was an opportunity that he created. But I didn't mess with it. Just as there's always a chance in a crisis, there's a crisis in an opportunity..
“Uaa!”
The enemy, who missed his weapon, winced and ran with his arm..
He seemed to think he was a bear..
Encrid pretended to put out a knife and threw it on the floor. He leaned down, took the guy who was running, and handed him back..
Armor and helmet, various armaments, there is an adult male weight on the back waist It's up..
I was silent..
As he put his opponent on his back, his back and thighs screamed.
Ignoring the scream, Encrid stretched his back and raised himself..
“Cuck!”
The enemy's body went backwards..
There was no need to look back at the guy who fell with a thud..
His line position was within a foot of the Allies ' front..
On this side, you could usually meet only three kinds of enemies..
One, the lucky guy who was in the lead when he ran on his back..
Two, flatulence-filled nerds through days of battle.
Three, I'm confident in my skills, so I'm a real exhaust leading the battle..
The guy who passed back now was the first type..
I fell between the enemy, and I was dead..
Encrid picked up the knife that fell to the floor..
I saw an ally who fell at my feet in a rush..
I also saw where I was hit, and the half of the helmet was split finely..
There was blood in my head..
‘Lucky, he's a very good guy..’
He saved her from dying a little while ago..
He was a lucky friend in many ways. He knew her..
“Bell, did you split your head and let your mind go??”
Encrid said.
Bell, a half-split soldier with a helmet, answered, wiping the blood flowing over his eyes.
“Chh, shival, salivary, barely lived..”
“If you're barely alive, stop your back..”
It is difficult for a soldier in the middle of the battlefield to read the charters. The squad leader and the captain of the Ten is not the commander, but the command to the ten. The role of procuring was to become a state.
But Encrid read the charters..
Exactly felt.
‘It's bad..’
For many long years, I have lived with the blood and blade of the battlefield.
Those days didn't give him the talent for swordsmanship, but he was still in a hurry. The flow of the battlefield made me lose it..
To be honest, it was purely persimmon.
But it was true that that feeling saved him many times.
‘I think this is salutary..’
“Turn it off. Let's do that..”
Bell answered, wiping the blood on his head, and then he took my weapon, fast or slow. Moved in a non-motion.
Bell, with a spear, walked two steps, vigilant around him..
Puck.
The flash flew and pierced his head..
It was between half-cut pitches..
The arrow flew and stuck in the head. The impact caused his eyeballs to bounce and hit Encrid's leather armor.
‘Oh.’
Bell died, unable to spit even a short groan. My mouth was open..
Encrid turned his gaze..
Beyond the sky, not exactly thin air. Moore just pinched the unspeakable space between.
I saw flashing lights and dots.
The moment I saw it, I knew it was going to get stuck in his head..
Encrid closed his eyes..
How many people will premiere at the moment of death.
Encrid was no exception..
The past life, the past, the past, the past, the past, the past, the past, the past, the past, the past, the past, the past, the past, the past, I was trying to pass like a Zuma light, which is often spoken of..
I felt like time was slowing down.
I felt like the noise of the battlefield was erased and even breathing was slowed down.
Tuk, tak!
Soon such a mood disappeared. Zuma's lights were gone, I heard the noise of the battlefield again, and I was breathing straight. I felt that I was there..
“Thank you for killing me. Thank you for raising a prayer.?”
He was a subordinate..
One of my 10 ligaments.
He pushed himself, and the arrow stuck to the floor.
“Rem.”
Encrid called his name.
“This battle is a bastard who says it's a hawk's eye or a feather. Watch out for the arrows . .”
“Isn't that right that you're careful??”
“I'm up with Joe, waiting for you..”
This bastard is so fresh and crazy..
Encrid nodded, thinking.
“Well, you're giving up your life, aren't you? I'm not training today. I'm taking a nap..”
Lem said.
“Meddling.?”
“If you save what you want to get, I'll get it..”
“Salacious, where's the man who wants to die?.”
Eating kalbab wasn't the same thing as praying for suicide.
“I usually fight well, and I close my eyes at important moments. That's what you're saying..”
“You want to wind it up.?”
I think it's a similar word earlier..
Lem held an axe in his right hand and a broken spear in his left hand.
It was a weapon that could be used well without covering weapons such as knives, axes, and blunt weapons.
He raised his right hand with the axe and scratched my head north-north with his thumb.
That didn't look cool..
I was scratching my helmet..
“Shival, this helmet smells like a dog..”
“Ditto that..”
“If you think you're going to die, focus more..”
Lem said.
It was a frequent remark. I know Encrid. What that means.
Lem used to talk often..
The moment when you're going to lose, the moment when you're going to lose, the moment when you're going to lose, the moment when you're going to lose Focus. Use it in battle..
Salivary, will that be it??
That was talent..
Open your eyes to the moment you share life and death, face your opponent, and do my Doing Things.
“Concentration is fucking shit..”
Encrid said.
“Well, I'd love to learn from dying hundreds of times, but life is God. So let's see again..”
Lem giggled and jumped back to the battlefield..
He's a good fight..
Encrid focused on the battle again.
Fight with an allied soldier by the side of his shoulder. Repeat that..
Encrid threw out the knife..
If you're lucky, you'll sew it, and if you're lucky, you'll avoid it..
If I'm not, I'm not..
Tung.
It's just going to be a level blow with the tip of a knife..
The tip of the knife, which did not penetrate the opponent's armor, pushed the opponent like a blunt instrument.
“Well.”
The man who was hit groaned and stepped back, and the ally who was passing by The battle hammer hit his head..
Slamming.
I erased the idea..
Stop and avoid the blades, spear blades, and blobs that fly in front of your eyes right now. I feel like my nerves are burning even when I'm wielding a sword..
I'm anxious because I don't have a shield, so I picked up an axe that fell to the floor, as a substitute for a shield. Wrote.
He was still around, blocking, beating and stabbing his allies. If you see a gap, you'll see the flimsy knife you've learned all these years..
Move the left foot forward, the center of gravity, and the tip of the knife straightens the arm Without pulling it out..
Stab.
If you have moderately tense muscles, concentration, and the sense to capture the gap, I had a way to succeed..
Ting, tid-tid-tid-tid-tid!
Encrid's sting was only half successful.
‘Bitter.’
I aimed at the gap between the helmet and the chest, but the opponent moved and deflected..
He made a long knife mark on his opponent's neck, but it was a fatal wound. It was hard..
The bloodied man's eyes turned to Encrid..
It was eyes full of poison. He was speechless and bit his molars..
‘Risk.’
The sense of the battlefield said.
As Encrid stepped back, one of his allies filled in between them..
He was prone to words, and the shins of his allies blocked in front of me. He punched the knife with a clenched fist..
Fall Angle.
I heard a bone break..
“Off!”
When a soldier with a broken shin falls, the enemy draws a dagger and the ally's He shoved his neck..
The process of poking and plucking was natural. It was like a scene from a play that you decided to do..
The blood welled up and moistened his chest..
He literally pushed the dead soldier..
‘Oh.’
Zuma, etc..
Boundaries of Life and Death.
A number of pictures graze outside the light-emitting light. That picture was Encrid's life.
Like a dream last night..
At the end of that life, the moment everything passes, the blade of the opponent's blade is Encrid. He pierced his neck..
He was the one who did the stab he showed..
It was a perfect stab. At least that's what Encrid saw..
When the hot pain hits the whole body from the neck..
Encrid faced moments of life and death, and that concentration that Lem said was I realized what the thing was..
But it was just too late..
‘Did you have to die to learn??’
He reviled Lem inside, closed his eyes, and Encrid thought, " Oh, my god.".
No, his mind moved..
Longing, Longing, Longing.
‘I wanted to use a good sword..’
‘I wanted to be a knight..’
‘I wanted to be a hero..’
In the end, the not-so-good Encrid makes money in moderation and is suitable I had to settle in the village, build a house and live..
But it did not do so. I couldn't..
Because the passion seething in his chest didn't let him do that.
Until the last moment, the money earned on the battlefield was blown out of the schoolhouse..
‘I could have done better..’
If there was more time.
At sleep time, the so-called Soo-jae or gifted cubs play I thought I could swing it more in time..
The last of Zuma, the first and last he single-handedly saved The author's face popped out..
“The amulet will move in the wind of the Knight..”
It was the village chief of Hwajeon-min village who presented the amulet..
The old woman with a few front teeth missing and the sound of the wind.
A mixture of regret and longing filled my heart for the first time.
Regret..
‘If I had wielded the knife a few more times, it would have been different.?’
The two letters of death are in the body. I saw a black river over my eyes..
And Encrid takes a nap today instead of wielding a sword during the day I regretted it..
If I had done a little more then, the last stab might have been successful..
Over the black river, a faceless voyeur sat on a boat.
That voyeur asked.
“I really think so.?”
Well?
“You're funny..”
ummmmmmmmm?
“So let's do that..”
Mouth-less voyeur said. I couldn't tell where the speech was coming from. The mouth was just dark, like a black mask..
Encrid couldn't say a word..
I lost my mind and opened my eyes again..
Kang, kang, kang.
Unkempt banging of metal.
It's exactly the sound of hitting a pot with a ladle..
Familiar morning waking sounds.
“…….”
Let's look at the side without speaking..
“I had a dog-like dream.?”
Next door load, Ram, gets up from the field bed and shoves his foot in his boot. I grunted..
“Oh, worms.”
Bugs in boots.
Encrid blinked..
It's too much of a dream to be called a dream, but it's too much of a reality to be called a dream..
“Teh.”
Lem, who robbed the worm, spat and kicked the worm to death.
On the floor there were traces of a mixture of worm fluids and saliva.
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