"It's normal for this to happen on the first day.”
Daley consoled the two of them, whose faces were ashen.
"The first time I did this trial, the monkey ate all the peaches in three hours.”
However, Daley didn't tell them that he was dealing with 40 peaches, and that he only had a quarter of today's peaches.
"There's still some time. Let's have a discussion.”
Madam Mary spread out the tablecloth and placed the food she had brought.
"There are two main questions today."
Daley said.
"One is the speed of the sword. It was mainly because the two of them relied too much on the strength of their waists and legs when they attacked, so they could not exert any strength on the cliff and could not increase their speed. The second problem was the judgment. The two of them were too focused when they climbed up, so their field of vision was not wide enough and they were easily deceived by the enemy's feint.”
Hank and Aaron ate silently and nodded.
"Since we know these two shortcomings, we still have an afternoon to practice here.”
Upon hearing Madam Mary's words, the two young men quickly finished the food in their hands and rushed to the cliff.
The next day, the monkeys returned at three in the afternoon. Hank's highest record was seven, and Alan's was eight.
On the third day, Monkey returned at four o'clock. Hank and Aaron's highest record was ten.
On the fourth day, Hank and Aaron changed their strategy and rushed up the cliff. The best record was to be caught by the monkey ten meters away from the top, and the monkey still returned at four o'clock.
On the fifth day, at seven meters, the monkeys went back at five o'clock.
On the sixth day.
"Damn it."
Hank looked at the monkey that was charging at him and could not help but feel annoyed.
"Relying on your numbers, you sent one or two over to die, and several of them came at the same time. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?”
The enraged Hank swung his sword horizontally and slashed at the monkey.
The monkey that was struck by the sword squeaked and quickly ran back to its master's side. At the same time, Oku and Biss also whistled. The monkeys immediately abandoned their opponents and ran back to their masters.
"Stop!"
Daley shouted.
"What's wrong?"
Alan, who was trying his best to climb up, saw the monkeys around him suddenly retreat and stopped in confusion.
"Mr. Hank, you broke the rules!"
Daley shouted sternly.
"We have a rule that you can only use a stab. Why did you use a slash?”
"Why can I only use Stab?"
Hank retorted indignantly.
"Isn't this training about climbing a cliff to defeat the enemy? As long as I can defeat the enemy, I don't care what method I use. In actual combat, that monkey was already killed by me.”
"This is just training."
Daley replied bluntly.
"If it was a real battle, your eyes would have been dug out by them at least twenty times in the past few days, and you would have died more than thirty times. Do you have that many lives? Moreover, the most important thing is that you have already lost your mind. This is a big taboo in battle. Perhaps everyone was afraid of madmen who risked their lives in battle, but those who survived after the battle would definitely not be madmen.”
Hank's face turned green and red.
"Young Master, I know you really want to win. However, winning like this isn't what you expected, right?”
Madam Mary interrupted at the right time.
"The enemies you will face in the future will be much stronger and more cunning than Monkey.”
"I'm sorry, I was impulsive."
After taking a few deep breaths, Hank lowered his head.
"It's okay. Just calm down. However, I'm not the one you're apologizing to.”
Seeing that Hank had calmed down, Daley's tone softened.
Hank smiled gently and patted the monkey's head as it crawled to his side and looked at him in fear after being comforted by its master.
"I'm sorry."
As if understanding Hank's words, Monkey squeaked and jumped onto Hank's shoulder.
"Alright, let's take a break. Relax."
Daley put the two of them down and sat in a circle. Not far away, the monkeys were eating peaches and making a scene.
"The two of you are now only one step away.”
"Yes, I am."
Alan replied in distress.
"If we encounter enemies coming from several directions, our sword speed can only deal with two at most.”
"Actually, to climb to the top of the cliff, you don't have to advance step by step.”
Daley said slowly.
"Retreating at the right time is also one of the necessary conditions to achieve victory.”
"You mean…we should let go when the enemies charge at us, fall down, let the enemies miss us, and then climb back up? The number of monkeys on the second climb will be a lot less, so we will succeed easily.”
Alan asked suspiciously.
"Of course not."
Daley replied with a smile.
"After all, this is training for actual combat. If he let go in actual combat, he would die. There would be no second chance.”
"Then what should we do?"
"When you go up, remember the few footholds you just passed.”
Daley said.
"When a few enemies charge at you together, let go. Then, stand near the position where you just escaped from the enemy's encirclement. Stand at the place where you stood not long ago. When the enemy is empty, crawl back and wait for an opportunity to attack or break through.”
"In fact, you should also remember which areas are loose and which areas can withstand the impact.”
Madam Mary added.
"But that's for the future. The cliff had been treated, and all the footholds were firm.”
"Alright, let's try again."
That day, Monkey returned with them under the moonlight.
At six o'clock in the afternoon on the seventh day, Alan's hand finally touched the top of the cliff. There were no more monkeys around him.
Half an hour later, Hank also climbed up.
Their hands and feet trembled from exhaustion.
After their breathing calmed down, the two of them climbed up the tree, plucked the fruit, and carefully put it into the bag. Then, they carefully tied the bag around their bodies.
After doing all this, the two of them did not go down immediately. Instead, they stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the scenery below.
The huge mountain range slanted to the grassland, and the setting sun shone on the earth. The grass was blown by the breeze, like waves. In the distance, the village was emitting curling smoke, nestling under the solemn and huge city wall. The magnificent Wall of Heroes was dyed with the beautiful radiance of the sun. It was like a huge golden long line that extended endlessly into the sky. A few small rivers flowed out of the mountains and gathered in the mirror-like Lake Valle. At the end of the lake, the Akara River flowed into the distance like a jade belt. No one knew where it flowed to. Further behind the city wall was an endless grassland that stretched endlessly to the horizon.
"We finally climbed up."
Hank muttered to himself in a low voice.
"This cliff isn't high, but after climbing up, I realized that the scenery below is so beautiful.”
Alan sighed.
"Yes, I am."
Hank replied. He turned his head and looked at the vast mountain range, looking at the high mountain peak that seemed to be floating in the clouds.
"The scenery there should be even more beautiful.”
"Definitely more beautiful."
Alan muttered.
"I really want to go there and take a look.”
The two youths thought silently in their hearts.
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