Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 4 The strongest combat power of the Vikings

boom!
Boom!

Rayleigh held an oak sword in his hand, and the power was transferred from his waist to his arms. The wooden sword hit the human-shaped wooden stake in front of him with precision one after another.

Slash, slash, lift, stab!
These are the four basic attack movements of swordsmanship, from which endless variations can be derived.

The slash can be launched from the left or right, it can cut straight to the chest, or it can cut to the side of the neck, or even the shoulders and arms.

After slashing, you can follow it up with a sword thrust, you can also follow it with a half-strength slash, then recover it for a stabbing strike. You can also feint to the other side and then follow up with a slashing strike.

From this combination, swordsmanship will form thousands of changes, and there is no fixed formula.To become a swordsman master, in addition to improving physical qualities such as strength, speed, and reaction ability, it is also essential to be familiar with and control endless changes.

There is no shortcut on this road, only hard training day and night all year round.Until it becomes body memory, you can form the most appropriate sword-drawing instinct without thinking about it.

The eagle's eyes locked on the human-shaped wooden pile's head, throat, neck artery, heart, wrist... and tirelessly waved the wooden sword.

For him, practicing swordsmanship is not something that requires hardship. It is a matter of interest and has long become a kind of enjoyment.In addition, you can reap the increase in your own force bar every day, which makes you enjoy it even more.

When his right hand could hardly be lifted, Rayleigh switched the oak sword to his left hand and continued swinging the sword.

Balance with both hands -

This has been intentional training from the moment he picked up an ax at the age of 4.

"You are still so diligent!"

Accompanied by a rough voice, a burly man walked over from the faint mist.Next to the sturdy man, there was a young man as strong as a calf.

"Uncle Staff, Jim, good morning." Reilly looked back and greeted the father and son.

For young people who are diligent and eager to learn, most warriors of the tribe are happy to teach their skills.Most of his fighting skills were learned from Uncle Staff.

Staff's warrior title is 'Raider Berserker', which is one level higher than his brother's 'Raider Warrior'. He is a master that can be counted with both hands in the tribe. It is estimated that he can challenge three of his brothers one on one at full strength.

Of course, it may inevitably suffer heavy losses.

After all, this is a world of cold weapons, and the gap in combat power will not be too exaggerated. If the opponent is also a professional warrior, it will be even more difficult to fight more than one.

However, it is said that north of the Northern Territory, there exists a sparse and terrifying tribe called...

Bone Frost Tribe!

The top warriors of their tribe are known as the 'frost giants', who are rumored to be able to truly defeat a hundred people with one against a hundred.

The Frost Giant has always been known as the strongest fighting force in the Vikings.

As for the land of Western Europe, although Rayleigh has not been there yet, he can also know from the discussions of the tribal raiders that it is obviously weaker there.

……

"Good morning."

Jackam's eyes were shining with excitement, "Reilly, I heard that you performed a warrior blood sacrifice yesterday and killed a heretic. It must be very exciting, right?"

"Huh?" It was really difficult to answer some of his questions for this friend who always had a strange brain circuit.

"Let's start, let me see your sparring." Staff interrupted the conversation between the two, "I don't have much time today, I have to go to the hunting mountain to catch prey later."

As Staff finished speaking, Rayleigh and Jackham each held oak bucklers in their left arms and stopped about ten meters away from each other.

The four elements of Viking combat: impact, footwork, offense, and blocking.

The impact is related to whether you have enough core strength to stabilize your body in a crowd of people. If your body loses balance when someone squeezes it, you will never know how you will die in a crowd of people.

Whether it is attacking or dodging, footwork plays an extremely important role in small group battles or single-player duels.

As for attacking and blocking, it goes without saying much.

The first thing they practiced was hitting.

"Rayleigh, I'm coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jakam rushed up with a mad cow, and two streaks of smoke were directly trampled on the sand behind him.

With a bang, their shields collided heavily.

Rayleigh felt a vibration in his internal organs. His waist and horse instantly united into one, his left arm muscles bulged, and a pile of sand splashed out from his back foot, forcibly withstanding the counter-shock force coming from the shield.

Although his body is not as strong as the calf-like Jekham, he is not thin either, and his core strength is extremely outstanding.

In addition, there are weight-bearing iron rings weighing a total of 40 kilograms on the hands and feet, as well as the bone density weight bonus of the own sword bones.In terms of impact, he is no weaker than Jekham who is similar in age.

The Jekham in front of him also did not fall down, and the two began to wrestle.Sweat continued to break out from their foreheads, and after an unknown amount of time, Staff's voice came to their ears again.

"Okay, start again."

The two figures returned to their original positions, and then collided again.

Half an hour later, the impact training was over.

The next step is combat training without shields. This is also a comprehensive training of footwork, attack and blocking. Both of them use wooden swords.

Real swordsmanship is a sparring method for adult raiders, and at least one of the parties will be an adult raider.As for the sparring between young people, their skills and experience are far from enough, and they will not be able to use real swords easily, otherwise it will be extremely easy to cause death and serious injury to both parties.

It is said that there are a very small number of tribes that still retain the cruel mode of using iron weapons for all age groups to practice.The population of such a tribe is naturally extremely small.

"I'm coming here on horseback." Jekham held up a giant two-handed wooden sword and rushed over like a bull.

"Ah."

Rayleigh held the wooden sword tightly in his right hand, hanging naturally on the right side of his body, and his eagle eyes locked on Jackam's shoulder.

The two people who are familiar with each other when it comes to combat training will not show any mercy to each other.

Round 1: Taking advantage of the sword's length, Jecam's continuous attacks left him unable to fight back. One minute later, he ended the battle with a heavy chop.Unable to win the first round, Reilly felt that it would be even harder in the next round.His own speed is not enough to rush in, but the calf in front of him is not weak, it is one of the best in this age group.

Coupled with the 10 kilogram weights hung on his hands and feet respectively, and the half-hour of impact training ahead, the physical exertion was far greater than that of Jackham. There was not much left, and the speed could not be increased.

"We'll come again."

Jecam was full of fighting spirit and went up with another violent chop. The second round ended in less than 1 minute.

Round [-]: Rayleigh lost!

Round [-]: Rayleigh lost!

Reilly still lost in the next three rounds.

Round [-]: After catching Jekam's physical strength declining significantly, his feet slipped, and Rayleigh slashed the calf's wrist with his sword, regaining the game.

After another three rounds of fighting, the eagle-eyed boy, whose physical strength had long been exhausted, could only lose one after another with hatred.He has lost his physical strength and even holding the sword is trembling. There is no need to continue fighting.

Nine defeats and one win!
Horrible!

Rayleigh lay on his back on the sand. He noticed the blood dripping from his shoulder out of the corner of his eye and looked at Jackham in confusion: "Why do you keep slashing at my shoulder today?"

"The more you bleed in training, the less you will bleed in actual combat. That's what you told me." Jakam replied immediately without thinking.

"..."

"My father also said that what you said makes sense." Jackam looked at the bloody shoulder, "So, Rayleigh, you are so weak, you should bleed more."

"Ha ha……"

Uncle Staff beside him laughed loudly, "Jackham, Rayleigh is not as simple as you think."

Jecam raised his head in awe: "Of course I know, after all, not many people of the same age can withstand the impact of my shield."

What a fool!

Staff looked at his nervous son with a look of helplessness on his face.Rayleigh's hands and feet were wrapped in leather-wrapped weight-bearing iron rings. He had discovered during a tutorial many years ago that the weight of the iron rings today was more than twice what it was back then.

The body of only 11 years old has a weight of 20 marks hanging on each hand and foot. The speed and physical strength are greatly reduced, and the strength is also reduced at more than 01:30.

And this kid Jekham didn't realize it for so many years. He was really stupid.

Staff turned to Rayleigh with a gaze that grew intense and admiring.Not everyone can wear such a heavy load all year round and persevere in training day after day.

If it were anyone else of the same age, not to mention whether they could persevere, their bodies would not be able to bear it.With such a weight, coupled with the heavy training volume of more than ten hours a day, I am afraid that my arm will be strained within three days, entering the training stage, and even affecting the normal growth of the body.

Rayleigh, on the other hand, seems to have never had such troubles, which is enough to show how strong his body is.

Not to mention that no matter how many times this boy failed in training and was even nicknamed a 'tribal chicken' by his peers, he never took off the weights.

This also shows the tenacity of his character!

Staff had a premonition that this young man would shock the entire tribe and even the entire Northern Territory in the future.

As if he noticed something, Rayleigh also turned his eyes. The two of them looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.

This is the essence of his Taoism: keep a trump card in everything.

Of course, the most important function of the weight-bearing iron ring is to increase the level of force proficiency faster.

He made this by himself using the blacksmith furnace at home. Blacksmithing can also improve physical fitness and increase the progress bar of combat power.

When he was young, Reilly would knock things out whenever he had nothing to do.Blacksmithing is also a skill that every tribal warrior has to some extent, and his father would not object. At that time, his elder brother liked to stay at the port training ground all day long.

For so many years, no one has discovered it except for my sister and this uncle who often guides me.

With a strong skeletal talent like the sword bone, there is no need to worry about physical development being affected by weight-bearing.

……

"You can train yourselves, I have to go hunting."

Staff glanced at the sky and disappeared into the dissipating fog.

"In this year's warrior assessment, I must become a trainee raider, so that I can go hunting."

Jackham looked at the direction where his father disappeared, his eyes flashing with anticipation, "There's still half a year left, Rayleigh, you can do it too. Then we'll go hunting together."

"This year?" Rayleigh flashed yesterday's pagan attack in his eyes and shook his head, "My strength may not be enough yet."

He decided to be stubborn as it was not time to expose his potential too early.

Moreover, trainee raider is more of an incentive title and does not have many practical benefits.A glorious operation like going out to sea to plunder requires formal raiders to participate.

As for Hunting Mountain——

Reilly recalled the battle in which his father died. Since the contract war with the neighboring Blackfish tribe failed to win nearly three years ago, all the surrounding public forests have been lost, leaving only a small patch of forest for hunting in the tribe's territory.

In order to prevent the animals from being killed early and losing the source of prey, the hunting mountain is now closed on weekdays.It is only open when there are banquets on important days. Even if you hunt prey, it belongs to the group.It's equivalent to having fun occasionally, which doesn't make much sense.

It would not be cost-effective for him to become a trainee Raider early on.As for the native-born tribesmen next to him, it was completely different.

In their hearts, becoming a warrior is an honor.

What is more important than glory?

No!

"Rayleigh, you are my comrade recognized by Jackham. How can you say such depressing words that you are not strong enough?"

Jecam's eyes seemed to be burning with flames, "I will never allow this to happen, and I can't stand your continued degradation. You should stand up and train."

(End of this chapter)