Your type of online game is too fake, right?

It was their staffing in groups of three, and their familiar postures with short spears.

Lao Luo can be sure that if he is not mistaken, he has definitely seen this posture of holding a short gun.

"The stabbing technique in the army? How did you teach them this thing?"

Looking at Du Bin who was directing the training of the militia, Lao Luo's eyelids twitched.

"It's just a game, as for playing so hard?"

"You can't say that, they also want to defend their homeland."

Dubin shook his head and continued to pay attention to the training of these militiamen.

In the final analysis, these militiamen also want to fight, but the enemy they faced before was too powerful, and the gap like the abyss directly shattered their courage - but this does not mean that they really have no will to fight , especially after Jeanne also joined the training.

"Even women train harder than you, do you want to admit that you are inferior to women!"

Seeing that several groups of militiamen on the edge began to carry them, Dubin raised his hand and pointed at Joan of Arc who was also stabbing the tree trunk, and shouted loudly.

"If you admit it, well, put on women's clothes and go back to the village to mend armor!"

"..."

The militiamen didn't speak, but their stabbing movements couldn't help but intensified a bit.

If it were as usual, they might really admit that they are not as good as Joan of Arc. After all, the strength of the other party is obvious to all, and it is really not something they can compare to—but now, in front of two outsiders, how can they Maybe you can pull your face down and say that you can't do it?

As a man, the last thing he wants to say is that he is not good enough. This is the same no matter when and where.

So they became more diligent in training, even if they didn't want to surpass humanoid monsters like Joan, they had to surpass those soft guys around them.

This scene of mutual competition also fell into Dubin's eyes.

"Although it's just a show, at least it's worth watching."

Dubin nodded lightly. These militiamen are not bad. It took him an hour to choose the most suitable technique for the militiamen to learn.

"It just so happens that you woke up, so you can take a look here first."

Patting Lao Luo on the shoulder, Du Bin motioned for the other party to temporarily take his place, and then came to the back of Joan of Arc with his long training stick.

Unlike militiamen with ordinary qualifications, Joan of Arc's training is alone, and even speaking, asking Joan of Arc to conduct ordinary training in groups of three would be a disastrous result-just because Joan of Arc, who was born with supernatural power, was too powerful. Bravery, her teammates can't keep up with her. If she must be grouped with the militiamen, the entire formation will be completely messed up because the team is out of touch during the battle.

The right person needs to have the right style of play, and someone like Joan of Arc is more suitable for taking the path of a fierce general who charges forward.

"As a general rushing forward, what you have to do is not rushing forward like a pig."

While patting Joan's body with a long stick to help Joan adjust her posture, Dubin said casually.

"You are the core of the team and the key to break the situation. If you compare your team to a knife, you are the blade or even the tip of the knife... Do you know how a knife can hurt people the most?"

"... Slash?"

Joan of Arc, who was poking at the tree trunk, stopped and thought for a moment.

It was just this answer that made Dubin shake his head.

"If you just want to damage the enemy, chop is enough, but if you want to inflict the most damage on the enemy, it is still necessary to use stab."

Picking up the stick, Du Bin raised his hand and made a stabbing motion.

"Inflicting penetrating wounds on vital parts, the enemy will immediately lose the ability to fight. Stab to death and slash. This is the most basic principle... Come on, stab one and show me."

"it is good."

Picking up the short spear in her hand, Joan habitually stabbed at the empty space, just like stabbing a tree trunk just now.

Only this time, the all-out thrust was without the support of the tree trunk, which made Joan stagger.

This scene was also seen in Du Bin's eyes, making him shake his head.

"I've said it all, if you want to move forward, you need to be steady... Forget it, I'll teach you."

Saying this, Dupin simply stepped forward, holding Joan's arm with one hand, and putting the other on Joan's waist.

This made Joan's face turn red instantly.

But at this moment, a cold voice remembered from behind Joan of Arc.

"Relax your body, sink your waist and sit on your hips...the footsteps are the key, get ready, go!"

Joan could feel that another leg was pressing between her knees, and then her whole body was driven by the figure behind her, she twisted her waist and took a step, and raised her hand to stab her.

"Boom!"

In front of her, the big tree that could be hugged by a person was shaking violently, and a round hole was pierced by a wooden stick on the tough trunk!

"This……"

Even Joan herself was shocked by this terrifying blow, but what surprised her even more was the feeling that came from her body just now.

It's not a violent collision when using brute force, but a more relaxed and comfortable feeling.

Even though she had delivered such a fierce blow, Joan of Arc at this moment felt effortless.

"This is the training method of the generals who charge into the battle. It is a more refined power-generating technique. The only problem is that the learning cost is too high, and there is no way to quickly form combat power... But your muscles and bones are good, and you should learn it quickly. The only problem Yes, you are a woman."

Having said that, Dubin sighed.

"Women's words will always be inconvenient to learn. You should have felt it just now. If I don't come to adjust your movements at close range and just rely on your mouth, you can't feel the feeling of force. But if If it is too close, it is always inappropriate between a man and a woman."

"This is why I refused you to participate in the training before. A big reason is that I can't teach. But now... your village has too few people, and it would be good to have one more person who can fight, but if you don't want to learn like this, I won't force it either."

"Can you hear what I mean?"

"……can."

Joan blushed and lowered her head.

Having said all this, how could she still not understand, after all, the friction between the bodies has indeed made her blush countless times - but the facts have proved that Dubin behind the scenes really didn't think about that aspect It means that this hands-on teaching is actually an act of truly teaching with heart.

Obviously the other party is such an upright warrior, yet she thinks of this man so badly...

It made her ashamed.

"I'm sorry! Please guide me seriously! I can do anything!"

Taking a deep breath, Joan of Arc completely relaxed her body, allowing the man behind her to do what she wanted.

"Okay, the next step is to learn to use the handle of the gun."

Holding Joan of Arc's body that was too petite compared to his own, Dupin continued to adjust Joan's posture.

"The focus is still on the footsteps. The movements of both hands and feet must be at the same frequency... get ready, get up!"

The handle of the short gun was fiercely drawn on the tree trunk, forcing a deep dent in the tree.

Lao Luo, who was supervising the training of the militiamen, had a panoramic view of the movement here.

"...Teaching people to practice martial arts actually has such benefits?"

Lao Luo's eyes were straightened, and even the gorgeous armor on his body didn't look so dazzling at this moment.

That's Joan of Arc, the unique flower of Gaoling in the French quest line. Countless players are overwhelmed by her decisive appearance on the battlefield, but that heroic girl... unexpectedly shows such an expression?

It's just...

Why didn't he learn any fighting skills well before!He also wants this kind of benefit!

"Hey! What are you looking at! You want to practice too!"

When Lao Luo was stunned, Du Bin walked over, and then pressed the blood-stained spear flag that he had snatched from the cavalry commander into Lao Luo's hand.

"Didn't you say you want to use the battle flag? Now is the time to use it. Now every combat power is precious. Come on, let's practice!"

"I……"

Looking at Du Bin who had already entered the coaching state in front of him, and then at the gun flag in his hand, Lao Luo's face was uglier than crying.

What made Lao Luo even more horrified was that the current Dubin had already stuck to his back.

This is not what he wants!

"Long guns are different from short guns. They have far-end effects, so they feel heavier... Come on, relax your body, and I'll adjust your posture for you!"

"I……"

Feeling the 1.8-meter strong body attached to his back, and the pair of iron wrists around his arms, Lao Luo wanted to cry but had no tears.

"The body is too stiff!"

Dupin's reprimand came from behind.

"Relax! Relax first! Don't you want to pass this mission?"

"...I want to! I really want to!"

Taking a deep breath, Lao Luo simply relaxed his body completely, allowing the man behind him to do whatever he wanted.

The sharp spear tip sliced ​​through the air, and the blood-stained banner fluttered in the wind.

That was Lao Luo's last stubbornness.

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War: Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Chapter 7 of the Night

This period of training was perhaps the most carefree period Joan of Arc spent.

The last time there was such a time was a long time ago. It was when Joan was still a child. At that time, Dorémy had not been affected by the war, and the hateful Burgundy bandits had not yet appeared. She could ride Lead the filly, follow behind the father or brother, and go wherever you want.

At that time, she still had many friends. The children in the village would gather together to play hide-and-seek, or ride horses to fight. When the elders are the happiest, they will also get some snacks as a reward.

Of course, what made Joan the happiest was the Fountain Festival, which was a village party in Domremy. The young girls and boys of the village would come to the old beech tree in the village, hang garlands on the tree, and then start a picnic—— The content of the picnic is very rich, including walnuts, boiled eggs and small bread. Young people who are full will go to dance in circles under the tree, and the young Joan of Arc and her little sisters will also learn these Brothers and sisters looked jerky and started dancing.

Joan of Arc had a carefree childhood, and at that time she thought that everything would continue like this forever.

So, when did it start to change?

Joan can't remember clearly, just because there are too many things like this, war broke out between the lords, Dorémy was forcibly conscripted, the lord's army lacked supplies, and Domrémy was forced to tax... The young boy in the village There were fewer and fewer of them, and they all died on the battlefield, either by spears or spears, or by stone-shooting cannons.

That is, when the number of men in Dorémy was decreasing, the Burgundian bandits came.

Ten batches, twenty batches, thirty batches... The bandits from Burgundy attacked Domremy round after round, robbing everything that could be taken away, wine, leftovers, clothes, large and small livestock, brought Those who did not leave were set on fire, and hostages were taken for ransom. Almost all mills were burned, and even the fields were left barren.

The carefreeness of the past has disappeared, replaced by ubiquitous war.Men are discussing war, women are cursing war, hometowns are often baptized by war, and even children's games have become simulations of war.