Meanwhile, over in the New North District...
The border defense troops at Plain Fortress had now fully recovered from their previous battle with the green-skinned forces.
All the related postwar work had also been completed.
During this period, unlike the ordinary soldiers, Li Tie, now the fortress's foremost general, did not have to train alongside them.
At present, he was in a separate, small training ground, holding two throwing axes as he practiced his skill with them.
Although Li Tie had made light of his battle with that green-skinned officer afterward, only he knew how perilous it had truly been.
The green-skinned foes across from him had all been utterly fearless of death. When that green-skinned officer severed his own arm to escape, the movement had been frighteningly clean and swift.
Li Tie had originally thought his opponent would run. For a human, that was a natural instinct.
Who could have known that those green skins had brains that simply did not work properly? They had no idea how to write the word "run." Without even thinking, they had charged straight at him, pressing the attack with murderous intent.
Fortunately, back when Xie Liancheng had still been here, Li Tie had often sought his guidance. Compared with the early days, both his physical skills and his battle sense had improved considerably.
On top of that, he had also learned from Zhou Chongshan and begun practicing with thrown weapons.
After all, anyone who had witnessed Zhou Chongshan fight with their own eyes would discover that the man was unbelievably slick with thrown weapons.
Whether it was a saber, spear, club, staff, ax, battle-ax, hook, or fork—or even a shield—whatever he held in his hands, he could throw with unerring accuracy. He could even make it look like an art form.
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