Chapter 16: Awe Between Life and Death

The night passed quickly.

It was quite surprising, last night there were only five blind little monsters that bumped into us, other than that there was no other movement.

The horrible, terrifying and torturous night that Zhang Yang had imagined never happened.

But this should be normal. There can't be too many monsters in one area, not to mention that he has killed three bosses in this area in succession.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang took out twenty units of monster meat, asked the soldiers to build a fire, and began to prepare today's breakfast.

When the aroma of barbecue began to fill the air, he saw the captain of the spearmen, Wu Yuan, leading a patrol team back, each of whom was carrying a large bundle of wood.

At first Zhang Yang thought it was the firewood collected by Wu Yuan and his team, but then he discovered that these so-called firewoods were quite regular, about two meters long, as thick as arms, even at both ends, and with a fine and firm texture. They were obviously carefully selected.

"Village Chief!"

When they came in front of Zhang Yang, Wu Yuan and the others unloaded the firewood and saluted him in unison. The awe that the subordinates showed to their superiors was engraved in their bones. If his previous guess was correct, these soldiers were sealed in the village building order. Then there must be some reason that prevented them from resisting any orders from the holder of the village building order.

Of course, Zhang Yang was just thinking about it in his mind. On the surface, he still looked very friendly and even walked up to pat the dew on Wu Yuan's shoulder.

"You guys worked hard last night, come and have breakfast. Um, what are you going to do?"

"Village chief, I took the time to chop these back this morning. I plan to cut them all into wooden spears that can be thrown. Your words yesterday reminded me that our soldiers' means of attack are still too weak when facing those terrible monsters. If they all master the technique of throwing wooden spears, it will undoubtedly make it easier for us to strangle those monsters."

Wu Yuan said loudly, looking very serious.

Zhang Yang looked at him carefully, then laughed, "Okay, let's do it! Do you need me to recruit another craftsman?"

"Village chief, that's not necessary. I have always believed that a good soldier's first priority is to be familiar with his weapon. If he can't even make the weapon that depends on his life, then how can he be qualified to survive on the battlefield? He deserves to die."

"Hey, this sentence makes a lot of sense. Yes, I was right about you!" Zhang Yang really admired Wu Yuan more and more at this time, as if this guy was born to be a hero. So, shall we start the hero trial?

No, let's wait a little longer.

Next comes a pleasant breakfast.

After eating and drinking, the spearmen captain Wu Yuan officially began to teach the soldiers the skills of throwing. The six elite archers did not need any training, they were responsible for daily vigilance.

12 elite sword and shield soldiers, 7 elite spearmen, and Zhang Yang also joined the training. Although Zhang Yang claimed to be a magician, when it comes to survival, everything is nothing. As long as he can survive, he would not hesitate to learn how to throw wooden spears, let alone steal.

However, Wu Yuan's training was really unique. He gave each of the 20 trainees 10 rough wooden sticks and a long knife, and then started to cut them by themselves. He would stop when he thought the wooden spears were cut well.

Although he was confused, Zhang Yang was still very serious. To study, of course one must have a learning attitude. If one does not understand anything and just keeps yelling about it without knowing why, that would be very cheap.

When he started cutting, Zhang Yang did not find it easy nor difficult. After all, apart from the regret of not being a top student, he had very strong hands-on and destructive abilities since he had a father who was a mechanical engineer.

Swish, swish, swish. Before long, Zhang Yang had finished cutting the first wooden spear. He felt it was pretty good. Perhaps it was related to his B-level soul and E-level power. His hand holding the long knife was very steady, so the wooden spear he cut was also very beautiful, so smooth that you could see a mirror.

But when Wu Yuan came over, his expression became strange. "Village chief, please forgive me for being frank. Although you cut very seriously, I think you lack reverence for this matter. If you still want to continue learning wooden spear throwing, I would like to dare to let you experience what reverence means."

"Awe?"

Zhang Yang was a little confused. He thought he was very serious and focused without any distractions. Look, the other soldiers hadn't even carved out the first wooden spear, and they were all ugly.

"I don't quite understand, can you explain it more clearly?"

"Village chief, I'm sorry, I can't explain it, but I really feel that you are not reverent enough about this matter. Please forgive me." Wu Yuan seemed to be very distressed, as if some of his memories were lost.

This made Zhang Yang even more certain of his previous guess.

"Okay, then use your own way of expression to let me feel what awe is." Zhang Yang laughed and didn't take it seriously.

"Thank you for your understanding, sir. Please be careful."

Wu Yuan bowed, then took the wooden spear that Zhang Yang had just cut, stepped back about 100 meters, and then made a move to prepare to throw it.

To be honest, until this moment, Zhang Yang didn't care too much about it. He thought Wu Yuan was teaching by example.

But the next second, when Wu Yuan twisted his body at a tiny angle and threw the wooden spear towards Zhang Yang, everything was different.

It was as if a great terror had descended upon him in an instant. Zhang Yang felt that all the hairs on his body stood up, his heart stopped beating because it was too fast, and everything in the outside world was cut off by an invisible force.

Death, these two words truly appeared in Zhang Yang's soul. He felt like he was placed on a red-hot chopping board, placed in a world of ice and snow, and thrown into an endless abyss of black prison.

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He couldn't even cast a confinement spell, let alone escape. The only thing he could do was watch Wu Yuan throw the wooden spear at him from a hundred meters away.

“Buzz!”

The wooden spear thrown this time did not break the speed of sound, but it passed accurately between Zhang Yang's legs and stuck in the ground, still trembling. He did not suffer any harm, but he seemed to have really walked through a circle of hell. His soul was scared away, his brain was blank, his whole body was trembling, and he almost wet his pants!

After several seconds, Zhang Yang sat down, feeling exhausted all over. However, he did not feel embarrassed, angry, or ashamed, because he finally understood what Wu Yuan meant by his lack of reverence.

It's simple, what he lacks is the awe in facing death.

He had never faced death directly before, at least not alone, lonely, and completely helpless.

Even when he killed the first red eagle, he used the first level of protection. Perhaps he could argue that he was brave, but that was still far from enough.

At least at that time he didn't have much fear of facing death.

"Sir, please punish me!"

Wu Yuan came over, knelt on one knee and apologized.

"No, it's okay, I understand, you - you did a good job." Zhang Yang couldn't speak clearly, but he really understood. He asked Wu Yuan to stand up, and he silently went to cut the second wooden spear. This time, he was still himself, the knife was still the same knife, and the wooden stick was still the same wooden stick, but his attitude was different.

Although he was fully focused and attentive when cutting the wooden spear before, he treated it as a game in life, a job, or at most a work of art that gave him a sense of accomplishment.

So Wu Yuan was right to say that he lacked reverence.

He is the village chief. He has level two protection, he has confinement spells, he has soldiers who will fight for him. Even if he has been afraid, scared, or worried, they were all indirect. He has never faced the great terror between life and death.

But now, the wooden stick in his hand is no longer a wooden stick, but his life, his only friend, weapon, and even a part of his body that he can rely on on the battlefield between life and death.

This kind of cutting actually trains not only technique and attitude, but also a kind of torture to the will, soul and heart.

Are you ready to face life and death?

(End of this chapter)