Alien world

Chapter 1571 205. The Third Legion's Disadvantages

He shouted for a long time, but there was no movement behind him.

Did it take five or seven seconds? The training required that the reloading time should not exceed three seconds!

That bastard, he didn't seize such a good opportunity, and he wouldn't let it go even if he became a ghost - huh? It doesn't seem to be a real battlefield.

The hot-headed soldier calmed down a little now, and then he saw his teammate coming over with a weird look on his face. There was a white mark on his chest. "You are the only one left."

"what?"

"Have you had enough hugs?"

At this time, the elf who was hugged tightly by him also said coldly.

He was startled and quickly let go of the elf instructor.

"what's your name?"

Then he heard the elf instructor ask himself.

Fuss's heart, which had not yet calmed down, began to beat again, as if a warm spring breeze and fragrance were blowing on his face: "My name is Fuss..."

"My name is Pike."

Two voices sounded at the same time. Firth looked up and found that the elf instructor was looking at Pike.

I didn’t say it to myself…

Fuss walked out with his face covered in embarrassment, but before he had gone far, he was hugged by his good friend.

"You did a good job, but it was just a little short!"

If one more person was alive, he might have really dragged the elf instructor to die together with him.

Although he was praising her, his old friend's face was full of gloating: "But you are going to be in trouble."

"what?"

Fuss asked himself honestly, apart from the fact that he took an extra second to reload the bullet because he was a little flustered at the beginning, he didn't make any mistakes... or was it not a good idea to use his comrades as shields?

The old friend pointed at the elf instructor who was questioning Pike not far away and said, "Everyone knows that these elves are the apple of Lord Annan's eye. If you dare to hug them now, I dare not imagine what you will do in the future!"

Fuss's face turned pale instantly: "I...Is it too late for me to ask the masters of the Mage Tower to turn me into a woman?"

"I don't understand." On the other side, Pike asked in a serious and confused manner: "The speed of the magic musket bullet is over 400 yards per second, which is seven times that of an arrow. It only takes a quarter of a second to hit you. The bullet is also much more hidden than an arrow... Why did you dodge the bullet as if you had foreseen it?"

The elf instructor uttered only one word: "Wind."

Pike pondered, is it the power of talent...

He was relieved, and there was nothing to blame himself for. It wasn't that they were useless, but that the elves' talents were too strong.

Jack was also relieved: "Well, we lost."

The ten people sent out were already the best in the legion. If even they couldn't hurt the elves, I'm afraid no one could do it.

Although there was a chance, it was almost successful but it didn't work.

Seeing his men coming back with a grin on their faces, he became furious again: "Why should we be happy about losing?"

"Just tell me if you didn't hit the vital parts."

"Get back!"

It's not embarrassing enough.

Is it embarrassing? Maybe, but it’s more exciting.

The elves are immortals. Although they look young and beautiful, they are actually hundreds of years old. Even if they spend one tenth of their time practicing, they will still have practiced archery for decades.

And what about them? Two years ago, they were a group of refugees without hope and insecure. How could they compare?
Their advantage is in the future. Now ten people can't beat one elf, what about the future?
Fundora Yinlu pursed her lips slightly, thinking that her companion was too inhumane. She didn't want to make the good-looking human boy sad: "Your soldiers are qualified."

"You don't need to comfort us. Lack of strength means lack of strength."

Jack used honorifics, and he took it easy - the more powerful the elves, the more they could learn.

It's true that you, the Hellfire Corps, are Lord Annan's favorites, but can you let the elves teach you? No! I, the leader of the 34 Jacks of Liberty City, will teach you. The Ranger Corps is Lord Annan's direct line!

"Do you want to learn?" asked Findola Yinlu.

Jack hesitated, but refused for the time being: "We need to learn, but not now."

Rather than hitting jumping enemies, what they need to learn now is agile body movements and how to use the environment.

"What do you think are the shortcomings of this army?"

It was only because Annan came to help that Findola Yinlu finally looked at the group of soldiers with a more serious expression.

These humans are not greedy, which is good. They know what they want.

So she commented bluntly: "First of all, they have no respect for fighting."

"Respect?"

"War is a group of strangers killing another group of strangers. Whether they are instilled with hatred or glory, it is always for their own realization."

"But I don't see that in your soldiers. They are happy, relaxed, and have no respect for war."

This has a lot to do with the appearance of the magic musket:

The mage needs to drive magic power to cast spells;
Warriors need to wield weapons and fight hand-to-hand;
The ranger needs to draw his bow and shoot arrows;
But the musketeers only needed to move their fingers and the enemies that were difficult to see hundreds of yards away would fall down, so it was difficult for them to feel the heaviness and pressure of the loss of life.

The key point is that Jack and his men are not as disciplined and strict as Hellfire.

Elves are the favorites of the gods, and they respect every life. Although they look arrogant and look down on all living things, they are actually the race that values ​​heroes the most.

Countless heroic poems from foreign races have been preserved and passed down by the elves.

"You're right." Jack breathed a sigh of relief, "You said first."

"Secondly, they are still too stiff and unfamiliar."

"Indeed, the boys have basically never fought a battle or engaged the enemy. That is why Lord Annan asked us to take over Hellfire's trial in the north.

Just like what Fermi always said: Only blood and fire can forge the soul of a warrior.

"Any more?"

Jack expected her to point out more useful shortcomings that he was unaware of.

"The rest are just minor issues, such as slow reactions, clumsy movements, and being a professional but only able to fight from a distance..." Findora Yinlu shook her head. "Elves are natural rangers, but if the enemy thinks they can subdue us by getting close, they are very wrong."

Jack nodded in agreement. An elf still had enough energy to fight several orcs in hand-to-hand combat. He had no choice but to accept it.

"I didn't mean to comfort you when I said they were qualified. These shortcomings cannot overshadow their advantages."

"So, you think the Ranger Corps is not weak?"

"For human soldiers, yes."

Jack catches on to the premise being "human": "What about the elves?"

A trace of contempt appeared in Fundora Yinlu's eyes. She tried very hard to control it, but Jack's whimsical thoughts still made her unable to help but reveal her emotions.

"Based on their performance today, if they were placed on the young elves in the tribe... they would be considered mentally retarded."

Jack was indignant at first, but then he thought, the "young" elves seemed to be about 100 or 200 years old? His boys were only 20 years old!

(End of this chapter)