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Chapter 1574 Chapter 208. Guidance

"Go quickly, I'll lead them away!"

Firth pulled up his companion who had tripped over the gravel and sprained his ankle.

The soldier, who was sweating profusely and holding his ankle, said in pain, "No, don't worry about me. You go first."

"No, we'll go together—"

Firth called to his teammates in front to run back, lifted him up and ran.

But after all, they had a wounded man with them, which slowed down their speed, and soon they fell to the back of the legion. They could already smell the stench of the ratmen and hear their shrill and noisy cries.

"I'll lead them away!"

Firth gritted his teeth and made a sudden decision.

"No, don't do anything stupid. The team will calm down soon and set up a defense line in front. We will be safe once we get there!"

"It's too late. If we keep going like this, we won't be able to escape!"

Firth looked back at the dense scarlet behind him, the nearest of which was less than a hundred yards away.

They were musketeers and were not good at close combat. Even those warriors who mastered swordsmanship would die if they fell into the rat tide.

"Put me down, don't worry about me!" the soldier with a sprained foot shouted. He didn't dare to struggle for fear of dragging down his teammates.

Bang!
Firth hit the wounded man on the back of his head. He suddenly saw stars and cried out in pain: "Why are you hitting me!"

"I'm sorry, I wanted to knock you out..."

Firth felt ashamed, but luckily the night couldn't see his red face: "My name is Firth, my family died in the North a few years ago. If I can't go back, my pension will be sent to an orphanage."

He suddenly turned around, fired a shot at the rats, ran to the side, and shouted angrily: "Come on, you bastards, I can kill you all by myself!"

In the team, the centurion who was holding the wounded man's leg and remained calm seemed to want to say something but stopped himself. He glanced at the scout who was running quietly beside him, but still did not stop him.

Smart people can notice the details, but they also lose the spirit of progress. When you realize that the crisis in front of you is just a test artificially concocted, it is difficult to be forced to realize your true potential.

Firth volunteered to be the bait for his comrades, and he would probably be looked up to by the eyes hidden in the team.

In addition, his training performance a few days ago was viewed differently by the elf instructor. It seems that he will soon have a new centurion colleague.

I have to admit that fools have their advantages...

In the distance, the wise man Pike looked at the sporadic gunshots and flames and asked, "Should we still run?"

Relying on his physical fitness as a professional, he had already opened up a distance of more than 500 yards between himself and the ratmen.

"Keep this distance and prepare to meet the enemy." said the elf instructor. The elves in the dark night were like a gust of wind and their shapes could not be seen clearly.

"This is... too far. I can't do it."

At this distance and with so much brightness, you wouldn’t know whether you hit the target or not, and you wouldn’t even know if you did.

"This kind of environment is more conducive to your training, trying to find that feeling."

"Benefit me?"

"You humans rely on your eyes to observe the outside world, but archery requires not only eyes but also perception. Remember, don't shoot unless you catch that ray of feeling." Even when running, the elf instructor's voice was still steady as if he was sitting there: "If you are not prone to falling, it would be better to cover your eyes."

"Then how can I shoot?" After running a few steps, he couldn't even tell where the enemy was!
"Human, what do you think a ranger is? Relying on vision to catch the enemy's trace? That's too low. A true ranger's spirit will guide your arrows to hit the enemy."

If Annan were here, he would definitely say that this was unscientific, but since the gun spirit existed, it was not impossible to lock onto the enemy using senses—

Pike tried to follow the instructions of the elf instructor: he imagined his spirit extending out like tentacles, getting farther and farther away from himself and closer and closer to the rat man...

The roar of the rat man that sounded in his ears suddenly woke him up. He turned back in disbelief: "I just -"

"fantasy."

"what?"

"It's just your fantasy."

"Oh……"

He really thought he had succeeded in one try, but he knew it was impossible. They had all been tested for magic before joining the army, and he was definitely a "mudblood".

In this way, Parker always kept a distance of about 500 yards from the rat group, capturing that perception that no one knew whether it existed or not.

Several times he raised the gun, feeling sure he would hit the target, but hesitated when pulling the trigger.

It is normal to have mistakes in the training of formal guidance. Even elves find that glimmer of opportunity through repeated mistakes and trials.

Pike didn't dare to shoot, and the elf instructor didn't correct him, but just followed quietly.

Pike tried to control his thoughts, but as he thought about it, his thoughts became chaotic:
The instructor has been following me for such a long time without even breathing hard, and there is no sound of footsteps. I wish I could learn this skill, so I can fly a kite and kill a group of ratmen by myself. These ratmen are not as smart as wild beasts, and they are still chasing me. But there have been gunshots over there, so the defense line should be stable, right? Should I lead some ratmen away to avoid being killed by my comrades before I find the feeling? But what the instructor said is true. Not being able to see clearly makes my other senses more acute. How about trying to cover my eyes...? Forget it. The road in the wild is so difficult to walk. If I sprain my ankle, I can't even run away, let alone capture the senses. The same goes for these ratmen. Won't they get tired——

Suddenly, Pike seemed to hear a voice telling him to raise his gun.

Pike did so reflexively, and after a moment's hesitation, the first gunshot rang out across the night sky.

Five hundred yards away, a pair of scarlet eyes flashed and disappeared.

"Hit!"

The elf instructor saw it all, and it didn't matter whether it was a guess or not, but she felt that she could raise the expectations of this human.

……

Sudden attack, most of the soldiers were dazed and followed the crowd in a disorderly retreat - or it would be more appropriate to say escape.

However, as they came to their senses, the centurions began to gather nearby soldiers and set up a retreating defense line to block the ratmen.

There is no time to think about what is going on, at least the ratmen all over the mountains really exist.

The good news is that we finally encountered the rat man, but the bad news is that there seems to be not enough bullets.

The moonlight was weak, the stars were sparse, and nothing could be seen clearly. Only the professional soldiers could spot the scarlet eyes with their better eyesight.

They had to locate the ratmen by dropping torches, or risk letting them get within 70 yards before shooting.

This guerrilla tactic of fighting while retreating lasted from early morning until just before dawn, when a yellow-white glow like a fish belly rose over the eastern horizon.

After traveling all day and having little rest at night, the soldiers were already reaching their limit. Fortunately, there were only a few ratmen left.

Legion Commander Jack and Instructor Findora Yinlu, who had disappeared for a night, appeared out of nowhere and ordered the exhausted soldiers to retreat to the rear to rest, while the soldiers who were still able to fight stayed to put an end to the trial.

(End of this chapter)