"Then Chechen, stand in the position. Let''s try."

    The competition was also left to Fidel. Seeing that Chechen took a good step, Fidel also stood up. He raised his short and broad sword and danced a few sword flowers. He borrowed Malone''s Halberd and used double weapons to simulate the battle between them and Chechen.

    On this side, Che Chen carried his left hand behind him, leaned forward and raised his head. The hummingbird in his hand was placed at the same height as his waist, and the tip of the sword was straight at Fidel''s face. At the beginning, there was a confrontation.

    "Then let''s start," Fidel reminded Cherchen.

    "Well," Chechen whispered back.

    Oh! Fidel stabbed the halberd straight out of his hand. The first move is the simplest stab.

    If you use a long halberd with both hands, Fidel''s move, with the length advantage of the weapon, can concentrate outside the attack range of the thin long sword or force Chechen back. But because it is a single holding halberd, Fidel can only move with the middle of the long halberd, which makes it impossible to give full play to the length advantage of the long halberd.

    Chechen sidestepped over the halberd and stabbed Fidel''s face with the right hand of the hummingbird.

    From confrontation to attack, Cherchen has long remembered this hand. Chechen seemed to see victory waving to him.

    "Pa."

    But at this meeting, the goddess of victory did not favor Chechen. At the moment when Chechen lifted his sword, the body of Fidel''s short and wide sword hit Chechen''s wrist.

    Under the pain of eating, Che Chen couldn''t hold the sword in his right hand, "hummingbird" fell to the ground.

    "No, I didn''t notice your dagger. Come again!"

    For this mistake, Chechen is not convinced. He doesn''t think he is inferior to others.

    "Then come again." originally, Fidel''s competition with Chechen was to correct the mistakes of Chechen''s swordsmanship. Seeing that Chechen was not convinced, Fidel readily agreed to continue the competition.

    The fight between the two began again. This time, Chechen poked and poked again, and his steps were no longer fixed in the position just now, but jumped and moved around, like a pony playing happily in the field. Moreover, Chechen learned the lesson of the first round. A pair of eyes kept turning around, looking at the long halberd and staring at the short and broad sword.

    This time, Fidel stood firmly in one place. Every time Chechen stabbed, Fidel just gently waved the short broadsword at will. Occasionally, Fidel would use a long halberd to attract Chechen''s attention.

    As a result, Fidel''s long halberd and short broadsword were virtual and real, forcing Cherchen to focus on the attack. Although Chechen repeatedly used killing moves, he couldn''t kill Fidel.

    Such a number of times, Chechen''s nostrils were even more evil, and locks of forehead hair fell on his glittering forehead. His breathing became more rapid.

    "Look, where''s your sword?" Fidel said. This time, he used a long halberd to pick up Chechen''s long sword.

    "Let''s wait and see." Chechen still refuses to admit defeat. He picked up his long thin sword and stabbed it again.

    "Look, where has it gone? Your sword is called hummingbird. Has your bird flown away?" Fidel picked up Cherchen''s sword again.

    This time, Chechen didn''t pick up the hummingbird again. He stood in the middle of the room, embarrassed and at a loss. He bit his upper and lower lips, trying not to burst into tears.

    Chechen endured, endured. He knew that once he cried, Fidel, Malone, Ruth and his uncle Pedro would laugh at him. So he made up his mind to put up his tears. But how can it be so easy to bear tears? Seeing that he couldn''t bear it, Che Chen ran out of the room suddenly.

    Pedro shouted, "for the Lord''s sake, he''s sweating again in such a cold day. It''s going to attract the wind!"

    As he spoke, Pedro stood up, grabbed the clothes taken off by Cherchen from the table and chased out.

    When Pedro found Cherchen, little Cherchen had climbed to the roof of the next house. He sat on it and buried his face in his chest.

    "I won''t go back, I won''t go back. Just let me catch a cold. Never! Never!"

    Pedro picked up the wooden ladder that had fallen in the snow, which was used by Cherchen to climb up just now.

    Pedro drove the wooden ladder up to the eaves and climbed up. He sat beside Chechen and put his clothes on Chechen''s shoulders.

    "Uncle, am I useless?"

    When he had cried enough, Chechen raised his head and asked.

    "No," said Pedro.

    "But I didn''t stab Fidel once."

    "Fidel was a soldier before he became a mercenary."

    "But what my uncle gave me is very powerful swordsmanship."

    On this question, Pedro said positively: "The sword is dead, and people are alive. At the beginning, you simulated a one-to-one battle just like you usually practice the sword. The sword manual didn''t teach you to fight one against two, but you should know how to be flexible. Since you chose to be a mercenary, don''t expect your opponent to fight fairly with you. One to many is a common thing, and you should learn to deal with such a situation."

    "Then what should I do?" Chechen wiped away his tears and asked his uncle for advice.

    "Uncle, when I was just a mercenary, I was abused by an opponent with a sword."

    Pedro didn''t answer directly. Instead, he told a story.

    "Does he also use a short and broad sword?" Chechen couldn''t help inserting a sentence.

    "No, he uses a long thin sword."

    "Oh." Chechen stopped talking.

    "But my uncle didn''t admit defeat. Every time I lost, I went to see him again in less than two or three days. Every time my uncle could hold on to several rounds more than the last time. Many times, my uncle finally knew the opponent''s way. Finally, my uncle finally won the other party." Pedro Jane finished the story briefly and said, Pedro showed his color, Obviously, this is a story that makes him very proud.

    "But uncle, you still didn''t tell me how to fight more with one." Chechen was a little puzzled. What does the story told by uncle have to do with fighting more with one.

    "Stupid!" Pedro was almost desperate for Chechen''s one muscle. He slapped Cherchen''s small head again and broke his words.

    "From now on, when you are practicing fencing, you imagine that you are competing with multiple opponents, and think in your mind about how you will play if you are your opponent. Then ah, you can find Malone and Ruth to practice more. When you encounter today''s situation, you won''t be like this."

    "OK, I''ll go to Uncle Fidel now." listening to Uncle Pedro''s so clear, Chechen returned to his spirit. I''m going to go back to the house and continue to compete with Fidel.

    "Don''t practice any more today and have a good rest. Tomorrow everyone will go to destroy the gang of robbers who don''t have eyes."

    "Will uncle take me?" I heard that everyone was going soon. Chechen hurriedly asked for fear that uncle wouldn''t take himself.

    "Guess?"