6kv Chapter 122 I Have My Own Path
Chapter 122 I Have My Own Path
Summer June 5th.
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Five days passed in the blink of an eye.
The rooftop terrace of the lord's mansion.
Richard sat comfortably in Irving's meticulously crafted recliner, a small wooden table in front of him displaying a platter of various Iridium fruits.
The watermelon chunks, with their juicy, bright red flesh, burst with sweet juice with every bite; the blueberries, each the size of a thumb, are firm and plump; and the large bunches of glossy, deep purple blackcurrants are breathtaking.
Celia nestled in his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, occasionally pinching a blackcurrant and feeding it to him.
Betty obediently squatted at the foot of the recliner, massaging his legs.
Susan stood by the wooden table, peeling each kernel of Iridium corn by hand and removing the husk from the kernel.
Nicole was holding a ceramic bowl, constantly fiddling with the watermelon to make juice, unaware that a melon seed was stuck to the corner of her mouth, making her look like a beauty mark.
Xueyue stood behind the recliner, her white rabbit ears drooping over her shoulders, her small hands gently rubbing Richard's head.
Martha has disappeared.
Lina was probably too tired from managing the affairs of the territory for days, so she moved a low stool over and sat down next to the recliner, resting her head on the armrest and falling asleep.
A gentle early summer breeze swept across the rooftop, ruffling the stray hairs on her forehead. Richard placed a hand on her head, like soothing a tired kitten.
Five days passed in a flash, and the first batch of fruit ripened. He decided to take a break and enjoy himself on the rooftop.
...
In the distance, on the open field, the shouts of soldiers training and the clatter of horses galloping could be heard.
The soldiers of the Chiffon Legion were divided into squads of ten, each holding a wooden sword wrapped in cotton padding, and were training their aim on horseback.
A man galloped past on horseback.
He swung his knife and sent the wooden ball soaring high into the air.
The ball did not touch the ground.
The second soldier continued his charge, his wooden sword striking again with pinpoint accuracy, sending the ball flying into the air.
The team of ten takes turns passing the baton, trying to keep the wooden ball suspended in mid-air without it touching the ground.
With the support of vitality, they can achieve enhanced focus within a few seconds, enabling more precise control of their attack points. They now need to overcome the jolting on horseback and the inertia of galloping as quickly as possible.
Sudden.
The sixth soldier swung his knife slightly off-target, and the wooden ball grazed the tip of the blade, falling straight onto the grass.
His face stiffened.
He had a bad feeling in his heart.
as predicted.
The next second, a large foot flew and kicked him in the side, sending him flying several meters off the horse.
"It's you again!?"
"Why don't you stick your fork up your nose while you're eating?!"
"If one person makes a mistake, the whole team will fail the test. Do you want to drag the entire squad down and prevent us from getting our war mounts ahead of time?!"
The soldier who had been kicked away by the squad leader quickly got up and chased after the frightened packhorse, howling all the while.
"I told you to go first, but you didn't want to. And next time, could you kick somewhere else? Don't keep kicking my back!"
The squad leader screamed and cursed:
"Then why don't you just obediently turn your butt up here!?"
The rough language used in the army made the maids giggle.
Richard smiled too.
To help the soldiers get familiar with the routine as quickly as possible, he set a rule for them.
The team that completes all training exercises first will be given priority to be equipped with monster mounts, as a way to motivate them.
This training of hitting the ball on horseback by the whole team was just an appetizer; the real torture was yet to come.
For example, dizziness training.
Have the soldiers sit on a rotating disc, and then have someone keep pushing the disc to make it spin.
The moment the bridge stops, everyone must immediately stand up and steadily walk across the 20-meter-long low log bridge; one wrong step and it's considered a failure.
But that's quite difficult.
Many soldiers vomited so badly they had to lean on the ground as soon as they stepped off the roundabout that they were completely disoriented. They were lucky if they could even stand up, let alone walk on the log bridge.
Besides.
Other exercises include fixed rollers and suspended ladder rotation training.
Yes.
These were actually physical training exercises for pilots on Earth, which he brought over to help soldiers get used to the dizziness and discomfort.
He is training his soldiers' air combat capabilities!
Although he is a superhuman, his life force is just a form of energy, just like his system, which is essentially an "inanimate object".
It's not like if you were given a flying dragon, you'd be a qualified dragon rider just by riding it. It's not that simple. That would just be a big reptile carrying a little reptile on its back.
Once your feet leave the ground, your sense of space expands from 180 degrees to 360 degrees.
Flip it up and down.
Circling left and right.
Weightlessness and falling.
If you don't have a good resistance to dizziness, after spinning around in the air a few times, and with your body completely weightless, can you still instantly distinguish whether what's above you is the sky or the earth?
How to determine direction with the naked eye?
Don't make trouble.
Let's get you to stop drawing mosquito coils in your eyes first.
By the time you come to your senses, you might already be on the ground, or have been stabbed through the heart by an enemy sky knight.
So Richard simply trained them according to the standards of pilots, since they were all junior extraordinary, tough and resilient.
Other territories also have flying warhorses, but not many; there are only five Wolves and a dozen or so Frostfodders.
Carl remarked on this.
Other families' sky knights don't train like this. They slowly get used to flying monsters and become familiar with the controls before they're considered qualified. They wouldn't use such a brutal method to kill them.
The most dangerous training is fall training.
A soldier is lifted 50 meters into the air by a hard-shelled flying insect, then released, allowing the soldier to experience the weightlessness of free fall.
Anyone who hasn't been exposed to it before, whether they're a beginner or advanced superhuman, will be terrified and scream like a little girl.
of course.
A ten-meter-deep pit was dug in the ground and filled with water. Falling into it won't hurt you, but even if you do get hurt, it's okay, there's plenty of healing potion!
This is just the basics.
Once the soldiers have adapted to the feeling of weightlessness, the training will need to be made more difficult.
Soldiers on the ground throw wooden balls upwards, and soldiers falling from the sky must hit the wooden ball with their swords before landing to be considered qualified.
Faced with this extremely grueling training, not a single soldier in the Chiffon Legion complained or backed down.
Two weeks ago.
They were still struggling to make ends meet and worrying about a few copper coins.
The lord has said that whoever passes all the training tests first will be the first to obtain the flying monster war mount.
What does this level of training intensity even mean?
Did you throw up?
Then wipe your mouth clean and keep practicing.
Did you fall?
It's not like I've hurt you or lost any of your arms or legs.
Are you going to practice or not? If not, get out of my way and stop blocking the way!
Many soldiers even secretly went to the training ground at night to practice more, just to pass the level faster than others and get the flying war machine sooner.
Because they had to be rotated in batches to participate in the key tasks at the mine, the training time was already tight.
Everyone is racing against time. The complaints are never about how hard or tiring the training is, but rather about how not there is enough training time.
This left Richard deeply moved.
Retired veterans are indeed resilient!
Karl asked Richard, who said that this training method was indeed very good, and asked if the lord would like to practice with him.
Especially the fall training; I felt a little dizzy, but afterwards I was full of energy.
Richard responded with an eye roll.
I am a lord!
By the time I'm needed to go to the battlefield to provide support, the Chiffon Legion will probably be decimated and their territory will be wiped out.
When that time really comes...
One more of me won't make a difference.
My absence makes no difference.
What's the point of practicing this so-called anti-vertigo method?
Wouldn't it be better to lie on the rooftop and enjoy fine wine and fruit, as well as a massage from a beautiful maid?
Moreover.
I have my own way of flying...
Don't worry about it!