Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 2

2021-02-09

Chapter 2 The last sword technique competition

Imperial Calendar 557 [26 years after the prologue]
The United Provinces Republic [another name for the Piedmont Republic]
Jade City

It was a midsummer afternoon, cloudless.

The sun turns the city into a steamer, sapping all life.

"Hold on and you'll win," Winters, a third-year officer at the Army Officer Academy, told himself.

He bit his lip, trying desperately to resist the instinct to breathe through his mouth.

[Winters ·Montagne Breathe! The key is to breathe!

Winters tried to maintain abdominal breathing, actively controlling the rhythm, making each inhale and exhale as long as possible.

The warm air shoots out of the nose, hitting the inner wall of the full-wrap helmet, returning with a stinky smell of sweat.

With the current temperature, it should be time to take a bath and enjoy the cool breeze.
But in this oven-like heat, Winters was wrapped tightly all over his body. Strictly.

He wears a full set of cotton armoured suits, with a training armour on the outside of the suits.

This training armor is a cavalry plate armor that was removed from the corpses of nobles during the Sovereign War 30 years ago.

Because the War Department wants to save as much money as possible on teaching, only these second-hand items are available for military students.

Winters certainly didn't use the armor of the great nobles. Those gorgeous and elegant high-level goods were taken home by the generals as decorations.

The officers and students use the armors of the Knights who really rush to the front line.

These low-level nobles sell their ancestral property in exchange for war horses and armors, and bring their family horses with them. Spears and swords, followed their monarchs to Forsland to make a fortune.

[Forthland, today's Federal Republic]
They thought the enemy was nothing more than a rebel army of traders, serfs, and artisans.

But it was the traders, serfs and craftsmen who had the last laugh, and Knight could only bury his bones in a foreign land.

No one remembers who they were or where they came from, except for this armor set with bullet holes and scratches that proves they ever existed.

These armors are plain looking, with little decoration and mostly unpolished. But the advantage lies in the solid materials used, because its quality is related to the user's life.

The people from the Army Ordnance Bureau took all the accessories below the skirt armor of these armors and distributed them to the cavalry units as brand new leg armors.

A batch of left shoulder armors were removed from other captured armors and replaced the original right shoulder armors of these armors.

The right shoulder armpit of the cavalry armor has a gap in order to facilitate the holding of the lance, and the Ordnance Bureau did not want to go to the trouble of building another batch of right shoulder armor.

"There's no distinction between the shoulder armors anyway!" they say.

The Ordnance Bureau registered this batch of second-hand assembled goods as [Newly-made high-quality three-quarters], and sent them to the Luyuan Academy for the use of officers and students.

Many of the gaps in the armor that were hit by the musket were not repaired, but the gaps were hammered flat.

A few more holes are not a big problem, after all, officers and students will not wear these armors on the battlefield.

It is not the bullet holes in these armors, nor the weight of these armors, that torment officers and students, but the excellent thermal conductivity of iron armors.

In winter, it will quickly take away your body temperature. In summer, the external heat is efficiently transferred to the inside of the armor.

Winters is now as if it has just been fished out of boiling water. The cotton armor under the armor absorbs the heat and sweat and sticks tightly to the back.

Sweat flowed down from my forehead, and sometimes got into my eyes, so hot that my eyes hurt.

He was wearing a helmet and couldn't reach out to rub it, so he had to endure it.

Whenever wearing these training armors older than his age in midsummer, Winters sincerely thanked the bureaucrats of the Ordnance Bureau for not filling the holes in the armor.

After all, the ventilation can be a little better with them.

Every sword technique class, the more holes in the training armour, the more sought-after it is for this reason.

The officer in charge of the armor twenty years ago probably wouldn't have imagined that his laziness would have done a good job.

These armors have been used for nearly three decades from the day the Army Officer Academy was founded.

The Junior Brothers of Winters will continue to be tormented for the foreseeable future.

But Winters doesn't have the extra time to pity the younger generation now.

He just wanted to rip off the burden on his body and end up pouring cold water.

Before this match, he had already fought two other fights with two other swordsmen.

He won and consumed a lot of energy.

This game is extra important and extra difficult right now.

After more than two dozen bouts, Winters' shoulders were as hot as red-hot iron, as stiff as several decades' unoiled door shafts.

The muscles of his forearm are involuntarily causing the whole arm to tremble, and his hands are almost unsteady on the hilt of the sword.

This sword in his hand is the reason why he must wear a plate armor in the sweltering heat.

The sword is probably the most subspecies weapon in the world.

The sword in Winters' hand has a relatively short history, probably less than two hundred years.

It is 1.3 meters long, which is about the distance from the armpits and four fingers of an adult man of 1.8 meters to the ground.

The sword has no blade and is nearly 1 meter in length.

Its sword grid is very large, two feet long.

The huge sword grid is the soul of this weapon, without it, many sword moves cannot be performed.

This sword is very long, longer than the overwhelming majority swords. Its center of gravity is in front of the sword grid, and it must be used with both hands to exert formidable power.

Its weight is surprisingly low compared to its length. The sword Winters is using weighs only 1.4kg.

For the most part, officers and students call it the "sword".

If other kinds of swords appear in the conversation, leading to confusion, officers and students will call it "the sword we practice."

Or simply call it a "long sword" simply because it is longer than a normal sword.

The long sword is only 1.4kg, but the force is enough to smash bones and split flesh.

That's why Winters risked heatstroke on hot summer days and wore a full set of cavalry armor.

Winters, as well as his opponents, use real dudes with no edge.

Winters was already sweating, but he didn't care.

All he wanted was to win this game, the man he hadn't beaten in six years.

And now, it's his closest, possibly last chance, to victory.

He glanced at the scoreboard on the sidelines through the viewing grid on his helmet.

He had 17 points, his opponent had 12, and he never had a five-point lead over his opponent.

Whoever gets 20 first wins, and Winters now has match points.

He repeatedly reminded himself: "Calm down, calm down, just three points."

His brain thought quickly: "Ike must take the initiative to attack if he wants to catch up with the score. We can wait for a weak spot."

Having made up his mind, Winters entered the field from the waiting area.

His right foot stretched out half a step, his lower body was firmly in a T-step, and his back was straight. The right hand holds the hilt in the front and the left hand behind, the hands are lowered to the height of the navel, and the tip of the sword is pointed up to the opponent's throat.

The long sword technique that Winters practiced originated from the father of the country, the field marshal of the Union, and the master of sword technique [Ned Smith]. One of the core contents of this sword technique is "stance".

Winters' stance at the moment is called "plough", which is both offensive and defensive.

And he prefers to keep his sharp hand and strong side forward at the same time.

He knew very well that his stamina had dried up, and his stiff posture must have been funny to the onlookers, but he didn't want to lose face.

Time flies faster in my head, a lot of things go through my head, but only a few seconds have passed in the real world.

Winters' opponent is closing in on him in a similar posture to Winters.

As Winters expected, he was on match point and his opponent decided to play more aggressively and aggressively.

Otherwise, one of the Winters' gambling raids could end the game in no time.

The opponent's sword point also pointed at Winters' head, but his feet moved towards Winters right hand, trying to occupy Winters' sideways position.

Winters naturally wouldn't let him get his way, and he adjusted his pace accordingly.

The two were looking in a mirror, standing in the same way, walking in the same way, and even synchronizing their breathing rhythm.

After a few circles, getting closer and closer, the tips of their swords began to collide.

Winters' eyes didn't blink, and the tip of the sword began to collide, meaning the two were within each other's attack range at the same time.

The opponent confidently took the initiative to control the long sword and Winters' long sword knock, as if provocative.

The blades clashed, making a crisp sound.

This small bump will bring little advantage, but it is an extremely effective psychological tactic.

The overbearing attitude can put great psychological pressure on the opponent.

Winters has yet to find out that when he decides to play the counter-attack, his imposing manner is already a bit short.

He thinks that he is a sound and reasonable decision-making, which is an external manifestation of a lack of self-confidence.

Because Winters clearly knows that the opponent's hard power is better than him, and he still can't figure it out: how did he get a five-point lead?

So he asked for stability.

If his opponent had a 5-point lead, he would have hit him in the face long ago.

Seeing Winters guarding the center line, his opponents began to adjust their attacking direction.

The opponent turned the blade around the weighted ball, turning the tip of the blade, which was pointing to the right of Winters, to the left.

Winters knew immediately that an attack was coming!
His opponents are incredibly brawn, often able to knock Winters' long sword forcibly off the centre line with his steely arms.

Immediately after, his opponent would take a quick step forward, jamming his blade with the blade, and stabbing Winters in the chest with a high, top-down stab.

This is each other's forte - the two are so familiar with each other that they can understand what the other wants to do with just a small gesture.

Winters reacted subconsciously, seeing the opponent's sword turned to his right, he changed his position and swung to the right ahead of time.

This will be a head-on collision, and whoever has the upper hand in the ensuing wrap will score points.

But the opponent's sword tip made a circle in the air and returned to its original position.

It was a fake, Winters had cold hands and feet, only a single thought in his head: "Oops!"

There was never a "three hundred rounds".

No armor sword technique, one move, you can decide the winner.

Eat the fake and it's all over.

Although Winters is too late to think, his sword technique instinct is still there.

Instinct instead of thinking to control the muscles, he switched to swinging the sword to the left, trying to adjust the posture back.

Too late, the opponent is already attacking from the left of Winters.

He didn't take Winters' torso directly, but first hit Winters' weak sword with his strong sword.

Winters' long sword was out of position.

At the same time, the opponent's left leg muscles exploded with great force like a spring, and his right foot strode forward.

The long sword in his hand quickly circled back to the top, and the "bolt from the blue" was coming!

Winters is about to face a brutal slash from above.

The blade draws an arc, fast enough to make the sound of wind.

This time, the long sword was aimed at the neck.

Without the slightest mercy and without the slightest effort, the sword slammed into Winters' left shoulder collarbone.

"When!!!"

A loud noise that makes people unbearable to hear.

Even the onlookers squinted their eyes subconsciously.

The whistle!

A valid score.

Winters' opponent was not at all careless. He quickly drew back his long sword and blocked Winters' possible counterattack with a horizontal sword posture.

He didn't give Winters any chance to "return."

Backstroke, that is, a counterattack within one beat after losing a point. According to the competition rules of Luyuan, once this happens, it will be regarded as perish together, and neither side will score.

Winters' opponents will never give Winters a chance to fight back.

However, the opponent was actually overthinking it, and forcing him to give him a "bold from the blue" with all his strength was like being beheaded through his armor.

Winters couldn't fight back, because he was nearly suffocating in pain.

Winters' neck, shoulders, and breastplate spread the force over his entire torso—if not, just one strike could shatter half of his shoulder, even if the opponent uses Blunt sword.

But the spot where he got hit on his collarbone still hurts like a toe squeezed by the door.

The severe pain paralyzed Winters' muscles, and he was almost unable to move even a little bit for a while.

His central nervous system responded to this intense stimulation, rapidly releasing large amounts of adrenaline and endorphins in his body.

After the brief, severe pain, Winters was suddenly able to breathe again.

He panted heavily, pointed to his left neck armor, and signaled to the referee that he was hit here.

The referee without the slightest hesitation gave a decision of "3 points", and the scorer changed the score to [17:15].

There was a thunderous applause in the training room.
This applause is not a humiliation to Winters, this is the tradition of Luyuan, officers and students will applaud for a wonderful battle.

In fact, even the Winters wanted to applaud the attack.

It's really wonderful: simple and effective fake moves, clean cuts, not one drop of water can leak out back defense, the whole set of moves is outrageously handsome.

Of course, it would be better if the background board wasn't Winters itself.

Winters was hit from the tip of the two swords in less than two seconds.

The winner was decided in one breath, and many students on the sidelines couldn't even see the movements of the two sides because of the bad angle.

I only saw Winters slammed hard in the blink of an eye, and the whole person was smashed to the point of being unsteady.

In addition to the pain, Winters had more depression on his mind.

Marshal Ned's sword technique emphasizes the first move, encourages simple and direct strikes, extols counter-attacks, opposes flashy sword moves, and criticizes all unnecessary fakes.

Because Marshal Ned believes that a qualified swordsman will never be easily deceived by fake moves, and an unqualified swordsman will never outperform a qualified swordsman.

When facing a brilliant swordsman, using fake moves indiscriminately is like giving the opponent a free shot.

Eating a fake is more shameful in Winters' eyes than standing still and being beaten.

"Are you okay? Let's call again after a break?"

The opponent did not return to the waiting area in the corner of the arena. Seeing that Winters was swaying, he asked Winters with concern.

The opponent's voice came out of the helmet and into the other helmet, sounding muffled.

Winters endured the pain and tentatively moved his shoulder a few times to make sure the bones were okay.

Then the young male's aggressive nature overcomes pain.

Although he wanted to sit on the sidelines and rest for a while, he couldn't let go of his self-esteem.

"It's alright, go ahead." He leaned on his shoulders and said through gritted teeth.

"Let them fight first, we'll come back later." The opponent was still worried.

Winters repeated, "It's alright, go ahead."

With that, he strode back to the waiting area.

The opponent sighed and walked back to his waiting area.

The whistle sounded again, a new round began, and the two entered the field again.

Blood energy surged in Winters' chest, his fiery temper in the bones gradually overpowering reason.

The defense will be passive, he thought, and the passive will eat fake moves.

must attack! attack! attack! A vicious thrust into the head wins.

So in the new round, as soon as the two sides exchanged swords, Winters immediately launched a surprise attack.

A decisive big stride high and flat stab, straight to the opposite goal.

The sword principle of this thrust is to raise the body of the sword after the sword is crossed, use the sword grid to block the enemy's attack route, and at the same time threaten the opponent's head.

Not to mention, Winters' fierce and reckless thrusts really startled their opponents.

Because before this, Winters' play style was exceptionally stable, so stable that he was almost unplayable, and so stable that he was rarely five points behind.

However, the instinct of the opponent's top swordsman was still there, and the sword technique instinct overcame the panic caused by Winters' thrust.

As Winters stepped forward, his opponent took a nimble step back.

Blades meet, sparks flying in all directions with a crisp sound.

Immediately after, the opponent pushed his strong blade to the tip of Winters' blade as the blades scraped against each other. With one more force, Winters' blade was pressed down.

A strong blade has a natural advantage in torque over a weak blade. Winters can't effectively fight against it in terms of strength. His blade is lowered, and the tip of the blade is detached from the opponent and pointed to the ground.

At the same time, the opponent twisted the long sword and blocked Winters' possible slashing route with the sword grid, not giving Winters a chance to change his moves.

apart from this , the opponent does only one thing.

He moved his wrist slightly, keeping the tip of his sword pointed at Winters' stomach.

The next instant, Winters bumped himself up.

The whistle!

It was thunderous applause and applause again, because it was another round of wonderful performances, still less than two seconds.

Winning in one breath.

The opponent seems to easily hit Winters' torso to get two points, but how many people know the tactical game?

Winters pointed to the poked spot on the training nail, and walked quickly back to the waiting area.

The score was tied at 17:17.

The referee and the opponent looked at each other, and both shook their heads helplessly.

During six years together, both of them could see that Winters' fiery temper was coming back.

In this state, Winters and normally are completely two people, he is no longer the gentle, casual, always wanting to yawn Mr. Montagne.

He is now irrational, and his mentality is close to collapse.

But the game has to go on.

When the two returned to the waiting area, the opponent began to seriously think about a question: "Would you like to let Winters try...after all, it may be the last time."

Another one On the new round, Winters entered the field in a "furious" style.

Raging is a stance that stores energy, just as a retracted fist can be punched more powerfully, so is the sword technique.

The swordsman will bring the hilt to the shoulder, hold the long sword high, and launch a top-down slash at any time.

The furious slash is powerful and has a long slashing stroke, but the intention and direction of the attack are too obvious.

At this moment, Winters' mind has been occupied by a single thought: "Attack."

The two sides are already tied, and Winters is not as good as the opponent in physical strength, skill and patience. If he wants to win, he'll have to rely on a bold fearless offense -- at least that's how he convinces himself, and really has several points of truth.

When everyone thinks someone is losing their minds, he actually has a credible reasoning that can convince himself, perhaps even very convincing.

The idea of the offense itself is right.

But Winters failed to realize that his intent to attack was too obvious to pretend to be invisible.

The next second, the opponent also put on an angry pose.

The two were once again looking in a mirror, and their movements were exactly the same, standing face to face.

Winters understood what the other party was thinking, and the [angry style] was the gesture Winters handed over to each other when they first met.

In the six years of sword technique classes, the two of them have always cooperated with a few swordsmanships from Angry-style.

Yes, Winters has practiced Ned's Long Sword Technique since childhood, and the other party only started it six years ago.

But now, the friend standing opposite him has already surpasses the master.

When the opponent puts on an angry pose, he is telling him that he can choose a flat jab for the three-pointer, because a straight jab is always faster than a strong slash - this is what Winters told the opponent.

He is handicap.

Winters' rival, classmate and closest friend wants him to win once.

It wasn't that he was angry, though. Instead, his sanity is gradually returning.

This is the last time the two will compete in sword technique class, possibly even the last time.

Because the so-called graduation means that the partners who get along with each other day and night realize that they may never meet again in the future.

Win or lose, it doesn't matter, Winters suddenly doesn't care.

So this round, the two didn't play any tricks.

The opponent forcibly opened the center line with stronger strength, stabbed straight and hit.

As expected, Winters threw away the long sword and walked towards his opponent with outstretched arms.

The whistle!

He gradually realized that something was wrong, not a 3, but a 2!
The opponent didn't hit the head, Winters was hit in the chest.

The score is now 17:19, and the game is still one point away.

Winters coughed violently as his shoulder, which had been relieved, started to ache again. He wanted to end the game decently with a warm hug, but suddenly found that he had another round to play.

The embarrassment is comparable to crying at the funeral next door.

Fortunately, I haven't picked it up yet, otherwise I'd be embarrassed.

Winters picked up the long sword and paced back to the waiting area.

It's a new round again, and it's still an angry start.

When the opponent slashes diagonally, Winters uses the sword to block;
When the opponent draws the sword to change sides, Winters also changes direction to block;

The opponent draws the sword and changes sides again, Winters subconsciously Continue to block with the blade.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides fought against each other for three swords, and it seemed that they were still playing in a flash.

Winters is now fighting the sword instinctively, but he has vaguely sensed the conspiracy.

So when he realized that the distance between the other party and him was rapidly shortening, he fell into a great panic.

He understood all at once.

He yelled in a hurry: "[Vicious swearing]! You want...[more vicious swearing]..."

It was too late, his personal attack didn't work well communicated to the opponent.

The other party could only hear the vague wailing from his helmet.

The opponent changed to holding the sword with one hand, the left hand cooperated with the sword grid to control the body of Winters' sword, and the right hand grabbed Winters' shoulder suddenly.

Meanwhile, he stumbled under his feet.

A simple swipe away from the leg, plus a push-up with full body weight.

Poor Winters was knocked down with a man and armour, and was pinned down again.

The opponent laughed and tapped Winters' helmet with the hilt.

For the third time, thunderous applause and laughter broke out in the training room.

Since it is a sword technique competition, then of course boxing can't score, and wrestling can't score.

But after knocking down and controlling the opponent, use the blade to damage the target.

It works! get a point.

Wrestling is also part of the sword technique - Marshal Ned Smith.

The whistle blows and the referee loudly announces: "Victor, Axel of Orange!"

And just like that, the last sword technique match, drawn with a wrestling period.

Winters slumped to the ground, panting with a wry smile, and didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

I posted the information about the long sword used by Winters in the book circle, and interested readers can take a look. Also: wrestling is really part of the sword technique.

Strong sword body/weak sword body, strong sword body refers to the part of the long sword near the hilt, and weak sword body refers to the part of the long sword near the tip of the sword. When your strong sword body hits the opponent's weak sword body, we can know through the principle of leverage and impulse theorem that your strength will be proportionally amplified, making it easier for the opponent's long sword to lose its original position. At the same time, there are real blades/fake blades in the long sword technique, which is not listed for the time being;
The rear strike is to simulate the perish together situation that may occur in actual combat. A large number of records show that when people encounter fatal injuries, they are not will be instantly disabled. They still have a chance to make a final counterattack. Therefore, in the sword technique competition rules of the Alliance Army Officer Academy, if the hit player can successfully counterattack within one shot, neither of them will score.