Chapter 52: "Lost pass" combat skills

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"This wouldn't be true."
Leaving the racecourse with a large number of students, Brown ascended into the instructor tower of the Cauchy Cavalier Academy and sat on his armchair, which had crookedly looked rotten, and nagging while parchment paper.
Except for a kettle that was carried during the march on the table, there were only military maps with obvious traces and a helmet with mottled traces. There is no variety of information that can be seen by the faculty office of ordinary colleges. The parchment here has two functions-one is carried by Brown when going to the stool, and the other is the latest color love magazine of Constantine underground newspapers. The new issue of "Flower Knight".
Of course, the latter has the same fate as the former.
Today, after uttering that sigh, he stopped speaking, staring at his helmet with a daze. The Knights Templar’s ​​standard helmets are well-prepared, and have undergone at least thirty-seven procedures before being assembled on the knights. The helmets in front of them have severely damaged wings, which means that Brown has led at least three hundred people. Flag group.
Today, after retirement, Brown's life seems to be calm and abnormal. It is nothing more than daily practice of this group of stunned little cubs. However, like all veterans, after experiencing a large-scale battle, the heart can never calm down.
The past is always inadvertently recalled by something seemingly ordinary, just as when he saw Murphy holding a gun in the office with a wide view today, he was about to drink his mouth and squeeze his throat. Iron pot, so that the fingers left a few fingerprints on it!
The reason is naturally in Murphy's gun position-that is not the standard of the Byzantine cavalry, nor the fallacy of a fledgling student. As Brown, who has been exposed to various battles and participated in expeditions on the frontier of the Empire, understands What kind of cavalry do you see in this gun pose?
Caslandi, the cavalry of the nearly decayed empire, was armed with a pistol.
No matter how much disregard or defamation in the world, the glory of Caslandi is still recorded in the history books forever, and the most powerful and most famous of them is their superb knights with superb strength!
It was a proud empire. If the knights of the Fording Empire were a group of gorgeous roosters with feathers on their heads, then Caslandi's group of guys who had never crossed the iron leaf armor were wolves.
They are bloodthirsty, powerful, and powerful enough to make people feel horrified when they mention their names.
But because of a joint effort between the Byzantine Empire and the sacred Gabriel Empire and the temporary support of the State of Nare, this splendid empire disappeared during a seven-year large-scale conquest and was completely reduced to a second-rate country on the mainland.
However, Brown will not forget the superb gunmanship of the knights, which may have become the war skills used by the Byzantine cavalry to ride the mainland, but was completely slain by the emperor's paper order to hang all the Kaslandi knights. Lost hope.
The war machine cultivated by a country has broken its blood, and there is no possibility of glory.
Although it sounds unrealistic, the damage caused by the hanged thousands of knights one after another is devastating. If it is an infantry, this is not unbearable, but if it is replaced by a knight whose cost is more than 100 times that of the infantry, the consequences are unimaginable.
And this also caused the sacred Gabriel Empire to indignantly blame the Byzantines for more than seven years in diplomacy, and the Nale Empire broke the diplomatic relationship with Byzantium.
No one knows why the emperor His Majesty made this decision. It was just that the glory of the Cavalier knight was ruined. Originally, a great empire has now become a loot to be divided, but because of this decision, the three alliance countries have been deadlocked to the present. No one gets a piece of soup, no one can guess the meaning behind it.
Brown once confronted the knights of Caslandi. The opponent had no elaborate armor, no sharp trigonal lances, no extra sabers, but only a chain mail that was half a century behind, but he was intrepid. The frontal combat power is so powerful that it requires the Byzantine cavalry to invest twice as much force to fight!
Murphy's starting hand and the attack on the instructor were all seen by Brown. The familiar and fierce attack method, the seed of fear deeply buried in the memory, the kind that left scars on his helmet and armor His combat skills...all the things made him unable to calm down.
But what will he do?
In this era, it is often a small thing that changes the world-for example, the popularity of the stirrups centuries ago directly made the knight the first arm of the mainland, and now, a kind of lost fierce combat skills can also be done. Similar effect.
With the help of the poor and sour Kaslandi cavalry, it can contend with the Byzantine and the sacred Gabriel empire for centuries. If it weren’t for the betrayal of the former ally Nalle, it would continue to grow all the way. Self-metaphor.
Although he didn't recognize a few characters, Brown tried hard to stabilize his emotions, looked at the figure running outside the circle with the instructor, and turned and walked out of the office.
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"Interesting news."
Looking at a volume of letters made of special materials in his hand, Duke Azshara raised his eyebrows, and his ever-cold expression seemed to ripple.
After the farewell dinner, the outstanding prince did not have any extra action for Murphy. She was responsible for almost all information processing in the empire. Although she was a prince in name, she actually seemed to be a character in the shadows, never Appear in extra places at any extra time.
For Murphy, Azshara has only thought of him as an interesting child so far-everything stems from the Viola tune "Sorrow of the Mori River" that Azsala may never be in contact with, But it also ends here.
The sentiment is always temporary, the nobles will always work hard after the mask, but today the Duke Azshara received a high-level confidential document directly submitted by the Cauchy Knight Academy, as a reliable intelligence screening review for His Majesty the Emperor Therefore, the Duke of Azshara is naturally responsible for reviewing whether its content is qualified to be presented to the desk of His Majesty the Emperor.
One can imagine that the intelligence raised her eyebrows.
It’s not just because of the fact that Murphy will use the combat skills of the Casslandi cavalry-of course, the Cavalier Academy noted the word "may have this skill"-but it was because of the original The knights of Caslandi were executed collectively. The decision that was thrown all the way from the highest level was that the younger Azshara personally passed it to the expeditionary forces in the enemy country. The first to cut and then played is worthy of the name. When the House of Lords heard thousands of The knights were collectively upset after they had not calculated how much ransom they could get in exchange for being hanged.
The angry expressions of the pedantic old nobles reminded Azshara that he still laughed inside.
She looked at the slightly yellowed tissue paper, her mouth slightly warped, and then gently placed it on the candle by the desk to ignite it.
The ashes fell into a silver iron box, and next to it was a leather platform like an exhibition stand, which was scattered with a whole set of badges in order.
Empire noble coat of arms.
From the top-level royal double-headed eagle badge to the first-tier prince-level nobles, even the last tier is a viscount class. Nearly all the family badges of the famous nobles in the empire are here.
Even the Christoph family that has been delisted.
Duke Azshara's long fingers gently flicked the family badges of different styles next to it, and finally stopped on the low-key and not dazzling purple iris, and picked it up gently.
"Blessings?"
I don't know what she remembered, she was slightly lost.
Behind him, the portrait of George Solomon, the former head of the Solomon family, still looked at his daughter quietly on the wall, with a deep gaze and a playful smile.
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When the sunset falls, it means the end of the day's training. After ten laps, Murphy returned to the team without changing his face, and the new instructor would naturally not be stupid enough to correct Murphy's and other people's very different support. The gun posture just spent the whole afternoon seemingly calm.
For Murphy, this training seems to be no difficulty except for sweating.
But he always felt that his body didn't seem to be right-the burning sensation that had appeared was getting stronger.
"I didn't think you were a bit brave."
At dinner, Hiddink's gloomy eyes seemed to fade away a little, and he looked a little less, and a little more unexpectedly appreciated. He seemed to be extremely sure about the fight between Murphys and the instructor.
"Actually, my courage is very small, and I am afraid of death, because once I die, I can't catch anything."
Murphy took a bite of hard rye bread, but the words he spoke seemed out of place.
The next Boozer choked, reaching for the wine, and Corvin, who had two chairs on his buttocks, had stuffed a huge wine glass in his hand. Boozer took a few sips and wiped The corner of the mouth said: "But I really want to know why the instructors who beat you up are talking and laughing with you after running?"
Fat man's expression is very pig brother.
Murphy smiled, and his expression was neither humble nor overbearing. He could see that he was trying to integrate himself into this new circle. He pointed to the instructors who were dining at the other end of the cafeteria. What? If I want a deeper friendship, I don’t mind a few fights with you, how?

Boozer was stunned, and immediately saw Murphy's expression to realize that he was joking. Although this joke was not funny, the fat man still gave a few laughs to the face. He couldn't see the hypocrisy and reached out his mouth. There was a mouthful of bread, and he said vaguely: "If this is possible, beating me every day will be successful."
"Fat man who is not afraid of death."
Hiddink rarely spoke more.
Murphy did not know that this fat man Boozer looked sullen, but in fact he was really serious. He is definitely a master who is more powerful than anyone else. The word "not afraid of death" is given to him. .
Several people laughed a few times, not to mention ridiculous. This is an opportunity to promote relationships. As a nobleman, naturally, it will not be cold. After a few topics, four people are familiar.
Murphys can’t understand why the rules of this college are so
relaxed~EbookFREE.me~ It can even be said that it is not much worse than Tarrens College, except for the rigidity of military management, the rest of the freedom is very high Except for the morning exercises after the early morning gathering and the basic skills training prescribed in the afternoon, there are not too many courses.
In contrast to this, there are a lot of free courses-these courses are set up in the free time of students, and the content is confusing, from armor science, weapon use teaching, knightly doctrine, theological basis, to incredible heraldry, flag of war, Horse identification varies.
There is no fixed course, students can take classes at will, but they have to be assessed at the end of the semester-not on paper, but a practical assessment like a battlefield.
"No tasks at night?"
Facing several roommates who were about to leave the dinner table for dinner, Murphy was a little curious about why they left in a hurry.
"If you can tolerate Boozer's recitation of that sour-toothed poetry, returning to the dormitory is a more appropriate choice. Tomorrow, the administrator at the door of the dormitory will ask for a college schedule, so that you can start class more conveniently. Let’s get busy with your own business first."
When Hiddink said this, he glanced around and whispered, "Hurry up, I don't want to be targeted by the demon."
After finishing the talk, the three of them turned around and walked out of the cafeteria, and Murphy instinctively followed them out.-God knows what is scary for roommates in this unfamiliar place, but he has no interest in inquiring about it. Some.
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