The third round of the last grinding

The war horse was galloping on the plain under the deer mountain outside the Duke's Manor. Maigreen lay on the back of the war horse, and his waist was as stiff as a stone. The war horse, which was used to the good rider, was extremely uncomfortable and ran under Harlin's hooves.

The war horse just wants to throw down the heavy stone on his body quickly.

Horses are psychic, and since they are psychic, they will bully the weak and fear the hard.

This morning, Maglin has been left behind the war horse almost ten times. Under the mockery of Harlem and the contempt of the big eyes of the war horse, the stubborn boy climbed on the horse again and again, but he could not grasp the essentials.

"Relax, relax, lift your buttocks, and don't press on the saddle. You're riding a horse, not doing it - love, oh, damn it, I shouldn't have said this to a child."

"What did you say?"

Ploping, Maglin turned back again, and the horse under him accelerated in an instant and ran forward happily. Old Harlem whistled angrily and ordered the beast to come back.

McGreen, who was beaten with big eyes, looked enviously at Old Harlem's command proficiency against the horse. He lay on his back, and the skin on the inside of his thigh had been broken for a long time. His legs are now circled. He couldn't relax because he had been stuck in the hard outer layer of the hard saddle for a long time.

Looking at his appearance, Harlem circle replied to the war horse and asked coldly, "Did you admit defeat?"

"No."

"It's good if you don't have it, boy. You should know that when the cavalry charges, your stupid equestrianism will not only kill yourself, but also kill your comrades-in-arms behind."

"But I'm a magician."

"Then why do you practice martial arts? He rushed to the dark magician and cut off his head with a quick knife. The fool's mouth was still moving in mid-air. What a wonderful scene. Don't you want to try it? The cheers and respects of your comrades-in-arms on the battlefield are unmatched by the cheers of those bullshit spectators in the arena.

"Your Majesty, the housekeeper of Harlem, is also cheering."

Harlem was so angry that he roared and drove the war horse towards Maglin. Maglin was so scared that the ghost rolled and crawled to one side and quickly stepped away like an eight-legged crab. In a hurry, he even began to recite the wind speed blessing spells.

I saw Hula, and Maglin floated far away in an instant.

Harlem, who stopped the horse long before the war horse was about to hit the fool, was shocked. He looked at Maglin like a ghost. A figure on the green grass flashed, pulled out a light and shadow, and in a blink of an eye, it condensed into an entity in the distance.

Maglin turned around, looked at the stunned Harlem, and suddenly shouted first, "My God, I didn't read the formula just now. How did I do it?"

Harlem fell down, shook the whip loudly, and roared at Magling, "Get on the horse. I'm not your magic mentor. I don't know how you did it."

However, Harlem was really surprised by Maglin's reaction just now. Is it the shadow of Magic Martial Arts? Under the instinctive reaction of a strong body and the help of magic, Harlem was surprised by the neatness and perfection of Maglin's actions just now.

"This bastard will chase my old bone in a few years. I'd better hurry up." Harlem thought of the seriousness of the problem, so he roared again: "Hurry up, idiot."

Maglin quickly turned over the horse. This time, he found that after he sat down, the war horse was not impatient.

A flash of light flashed in his mind, and Maglin remembered the scene when he was learning to swim in Bleddy. Many children are already fluttering in the water, but Maglin always grabs the pool and dares not let go.

At this time, Richard gave him a board, told him to hold his breath and let his body float up on the board, and then drew water with his feet. Maglin was still smart and did not listen to his immoral tricks. He honestly grabbed the edge of the pool, and then held his breath, and his body floated. After that, Maiglin can let go of his hand and let himself float on the water, and swimming is naturally no problem.

Think of this.

Maglin suddenly remembered that he turned over and turned on the horse as light as a swallow. Did the blessing technique not dissipate just now?

Yes.

Feeling the power of the wind around his body, Meglin gasped and secretly missed the spell. A gust of wind came, and Meglin felt that the horse seemed to be a little surprised by the weight of his body.

"Drive."

Relax your body, look at the front, tilt your waist forward appropriately, relax your legs a little, maintain balance by touching the adjustment of the support points of the saddle, tiptoe up, and keep the spine consistent with the center of the horse...

In an instant, the war horse moved. Maglin gently pressed on the horse's back, and his heart was ready to jump at any time. With his toes, his body seemed to have turned into a big spring, which fluctuated with the ups and downs of the war horse.

The war horse ran to the distance, and the happy war horse felt a completely different kind of relaxation from the previous torture.

The horse's hoof was rapid, Maglin's hair was pulled back by the wind, the clothes on his chest were blown open, and his back was completely bulging, full of wind. He shouted excitedly, "Drive!"

The horses are running faster and faster.

Harlem, who was worried about his accident, chased after him, but gradually Harlem couldn't catch up.

"Bunbled, did you pretend before?" Harlem hated the young man for being dishonest. He didn't believe that such a war horse could be tamed so quickly. In the morning, he specially asked his son to choose the strongest horse for Maglin to ride.

Maglin is still running in the field outside Lucheng. On one side is the mountains of Lushan gradually smoothing towards the distance, and on the other side is the majestic imperial capital bathed in the golden sun.

The teenager chasing the wind shouted excitedly, and the war horse under him occasionally sprayed a loud nose to cater to the teenager on his body.

Half a day later.

Old Harlem sat on the ground chewing the grass, watching Meglin ride his horse from the east to the west, and then to the east.

"I can barely ride a horse." Harlem actually wants to say that Maglin is very good at riding in a straight line now.

"Turn, learn to turn, pull the reins of the war horse, and don't let the head of the war horse pull too high when turning, as long as it is a little gentle, and the foot will also hit the side of the horse's abdomen. It's not kicking!"

In the manor, the guards standing on the wall looked at the old and young people on the plain under the city. They had been watching this class for a long time. Maglin fell down again and again and climbed up again and again. Old Harlem's roar is completely comparable to the sound of the bell tower at the top.

As Maiglin, a lovely boy, gradually mastered the feeling of riding, there was a cheer on the wall.

Unfortunately, Maglin can't hear it now. He is learning to turn. Make a turn while galloping. Because Old Harlem said that the cavalry is more used to chase and envelop the enemy. Thousands of war horses rolled up smoke and dust on the plain before the battle, drew an arc, and emitted an arrow rain, which was unimaginable for ordinary people.

Therefore, if you want to be magnificent in the future, you should learn to turn alone now.

Maiglin started his efforts again and again.

Old Harlem, who was immoral, asked him to change his horse. The strange war horse beat uneasily in Maglin's **. It seems to get some neurotic information about this fool from its kind. The war horse is extremely distrustful of Maglin.

But Harlem requires that Maglin must adapt immediately.

"In the battlefield, the damage rate of the war horse is very high. When any general goes to the battlefield, there is more than one war horse. At the same time, he will be ready to die and rob the enemy's war horse, unless he dies before the war horse. Therefore, we must reassure the whole horse as soon as possible, you idiot.

"The whole horse?"

"I don't use the right word. I mean that any war horse under you can get on the horse at any time. It's like you've raised it for ten years when you're **.

............

A lot of grass people have been erected on the plain. Put on the old armor.

Maglin waved his sword and drove his horse through it. The knife flashed, and one grassman after another broke apart.

............

More grass people have been erected on the plain.

Old Harlem asked Maigreen to cut down two grassmen at the same time.

.........

A lot of grass people have been erected on the plain. Some grass people have been formed into phalanxes. He also has a weapon in his hand.

Old Harlem asked Maigreen to dance the long knife, get close to the weapon and then avoid it, and at the same time cut the designated position.

.........

There are still a lot of grass people on the plain.

Maglin changed into a long gun and stabbed the first grassman at the request of Old Harlem.

Maglin can stab.

After the old Harlem asked Maglin to stab the grass man, he immediately pulled out the long knife and cut the grass man in the second row.

............

"This is not a battlefield. The grass man will not move, and the grass man's formation is also very loose. There is no oncoming rain of arrows on your head. Boy, you can barely follow the real warriors to see the battlefield, but don't rush too fast. I'm afraid that you will be put down by others face to face. Don't you believe it?"

The horse faces opposite and rushes quickly.

Old Harlem waved a wooden knife against the long wooden stick stabbed by Maglin. Maglin was shocked and tried to avoid it and kicked him down.

Maglin once again danced with a long stick and rushed to Old Harlem.

Old Harlem blocked the wooden stick, and the wooden knife and the wooden stick broke. Maglin couldn't hold his body. At the moment of shaking, the wooden knife in Old Harlem's hand smashed and smashed his helmet.

"Do you know? When it's time to use waist force, use waist force. A war horse is unstable once, just like an infantryman staggering, and then you will lose your life. Can you imagine that when you come on the front, you block a knife, and another knife on the left side, thousands of cavalry rushing past you, and at the same time, there is a rain of arrows on your head..."

"Wait, Uncle Harlem, I think the Duke probably can't stand it under that situation."

"Wrong. He can fly the enemy in front of him and make the opponent's formation chaotic. But you don't have such force, so you can only be cut down, boy. You can't even stand the impact of my three-power, not to mention that you still have a long weapon.

"I haven't taken the bow and arrow yet."

"Riding and shooting? Joke, can you shoot arrows on horseback? That's completely different from the ground."

So Maglin got on the horse with a bow and arrow. Soon after, the half-dead old Harlem, who was shot, said that he had not said what he had said before. And Old Harlem strictly forbids Maglin to take bows and arrows when teaching him martial arts in front of him again.

"This bastard is a born archer, great Odin. I can't believe his talent in archery."

After seeing Maglin swing the bow string, shot three of them in an instant, and hit his horse accurately, Old Harlem sighed in his heart. But a knight can't expect to destroy all enemies by bows and arrows. Close combat is common.

So Old Harlem still has a lost face and continues to be strict with Maglin.

Time flies like this.

Among them, Grace, who has been twisted for several days, finally came to the manor. Of course, the proud girl still won't give Maglin any good face. She just came to see the scenery and some people's jokes by the way.

Maglin has no time to talk to her.

Now Maglin is more mature. With Wellsween and cunning people like Harlin all day long, coupled with the pressure in his heart, how can Maglin be immature?

He knows that everything he pays now is for his tomorrow.

If you can't have enough fame in the army, all your dreams will be in vain. I've never heard that without the help of martial arts, you can take everything with your mouth.

Practice hard!

Maiglin sweated like rain. In the past month, Maiglin has barely qualified to master the basic skills of cavalry, but he still needs to hone. But Old Harlem didn't tell him that he had finally used five points of force. That is to say, Maglin is actually a little more powerful than ordinary cavalry now. Of course, his actual combat experience is still incomparable.

But the level of those knights, Maglin is still out of reach now. As for the Duke, it is even more distant in the sky.

"Lieutenant Maglin."

"There it is."

"Today is the last time you practice equestrian here. The new pope will be enthed in Lucheng tomorrow. After that, you will go with these knights and your predecessors to the field branch of the Royal Knights, which is also one of the strongest troops of the Royal Knights.

"Yes."

"Lieutenant Maglin."

"There it is."

"There, although you have the rank of lieutenant, you can only start with a soldier."

"Yes."

"I haven't finished yet, you idiot." Harlem roared, "Lieutenant Maiglin."

"There it is."

"There, you may be sent as a scout, you will encounter the elite of the barbarians, and you will be injured or even die. The glory and wealth of the Duke's Mansion, and the beauty of Grace will leave you with your death. So, tell me, Lieutenant Maglin, do you choose to give up?

"No."

"Kid, Grace is looking at you not far away. Now you're unlucky." Harlem said with a sinister smile.

Maglin turned around in shock, and then found that he was deceived and could only look at the old bastard with tears and laughter. The 300 knights who had just stood on the side of the housekeeper of Harlem also burst into laughter.

"Lieutenant Maglin."

"There it is."

"Very good, it's not because of my joke, but forget that you and I are both soldiers at this moment, and I am the officer you must respect. Next, let these seniors perform a real cavalry duel for you. You participate in one of them and follow the command.

"Yes."

"Put down the bow and arrow, you bastard." Harlem was furious and scolded.

Maglin was so pitiful that he could only throw his bow aside. Originally, he wanted to shoot the opponent's assault striker from a long distance and disrupt the opponent's formation. Now he has the confidence that the arrows he shoots within 200 meters can always hit the target. Within 100 meters, it is definitely a fatal blow.

On the plain.

One side of the 150 cavalry separated.

On one side, he obeyed the command of a knight and was at the last line of the triangular array.

With Harlem's shout, the two sides began to charge.

"Left, right."

Almost at the beginning, Maglin heard the officer's order. A row of cavalry on the outside of the triangle suddenly rushed out horizontally, and the officer in front of him had also instigated the horses. Then the triangle peeled forward layer by layer in front of Maglin.

The last row of cavalry also moved.

Maglin followed him side by side. At the sign of his fellow comrades-in-arms, he adjusted the position of the horses and the horses in front of him, and rushed to the rear of the two horses, so as to avoid his tragedy after the accident in front of him.

At the same time, he did not forget to observe the overall situation.

The two-rowing teams have begun to pull the curvature. After the officer in front roared, the two rows of cavalry behind him accelerated neatly and crossed his horse's head in an instant and rushed to the other side.

The other party's regular triangle is still moving forward.

The officer roared again.

The horse turned slightly.

At the same time, the three cavalry behind him turned together and slanted to the side of the front pocket.

The first two columns have rushed together with the other side, and the horse speed of the two sides has been reduced, while the other side's cavalry, who were not stopped by them, continued to rush this way. But under the command of the officer. The outermost layer of the three-layer cavalry that turned slightly peeled off again, met it, and then again, it was wrapped up like a net.

At the same time, the enveloping right wing and the other side's right wing are entangled.

When the left wing was entangled, behind the other side's cavalry, a knight beside Maigreen issued a password. A layer of cavalry rushed up from the side of the other side of the cavalry. The local battlefield enveloped the superior forces, ate the other side, and the left wing continued to move forward.

A large number of Chinese cavalry are still entangled, and a few of them are chasing.

And the left wing ate the opponent's cavalry and continued to move forward. Forward, turned, turned quickly, and appeared in the rear of the melee entangled army.

Old Harlem raised his hand to announce the stop.

Both sides who were just fighting with each other laughed. Old Harlem came to Maiglin's side.

"Your opponent just now is just using the most barbaric tactics. If there is no absolute force, such tactics will be consumed and entangled. Do you understand the truth?"

"The relative forces entangled the opponent, the local superior forces eat the opponent, and then maintain the cavalry's most fierce weapon, speed, and issue the last blow. It's over under your order, but if it's really against each other, I think the other party will be miserable.

"Who taught you?"

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