Although Zhang Tie was sincere, he didn't have the guts to get involved in this level of competition. Due to his disgust towards the Red-scarf Burglars and his obligation to the city as a commoner who had enjoyed eight years of compulsory education, Zhang Tie used his best ability to send a warning to the ruler of this city. As for what would happen in the future, whether that letter would cause a huge uproar or be thrown into the dustbin as a joke, Zhang Tie felt that it had nothing to do with him anymore. He had already done what he could. Taking a step back, no matter who controlled this city in the end, maintaining the basic order of this city and the lives of the small figures was the interest of the owner of this city. The Red-scarf Burglars were the tools of that big figure, not the ruler of this city. That was enough!
Small figures shouldn't worry about big things. They only needed to worry about themselves!
For Zhang Tie, what he should worry about the most was the survival training that would start tomorrow. Apart from that, Zhang Tie felt that there was nothing important in this world that he needed to worry about.
The night passed by quickly ….
The next morning, Zhang Tie got up early. However, when he got up, he found that his dad and mom had gotten up even earlier than him. Mom's eyes were slightly red and swollen, but she had already prepared a sumptuous breakfast for Zhang Tie. Dad, on the other hand, was tidying up and checking all of his equipment and luggage over and over again.
"Eat more. Only after eating will I have the strength to hurry on!"
After washing his face and rinsing his mouth, Zhang Tie ate his breakfast in a gloomy mood. Finally, he let his mom and dad put on some clothes for him. First, he put on a leather armor that could at least provide a bit of protection. After that, he fastened his belt and carried his packed luggage with the folded military shovel on his back. Finally, he put on his helmet and hung the long sword that his dad had gifted him on one side of his waist. On the other side of his waist, he hung a kettle and a spearhead without a handle. He also put on the dagger that his elder brother had gifted him on his waist.
Standing there, Zhang Tie shook his body twice and found that everything was ready. Although he carried more than 20 kg of items, it didn't affect his movement at all. Therefore, he forced a smile, "Dad, mom, I'm leaving. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine!"
"Guoguo, wait a moment …" When Zhang Tie was about to turn around, his mom stopped him. With tears flowing down her face, she helped Zhang Tie tidy up his leather belt and luggage once again. Pulling the corner of Zhang Tie's clothes, she said, "It's okay. Remember to come back early. Don't force yourself …"
"I'll remember, mom!" Zhang Tie found that his nose was sore. If he didn't leave now, he might lose face in front of his parents. Taking a deep breath, Zhang Tie hugged his mom and dad before turning around to open the door and striding out of the home that had brought him 15 years of warmth.
The moment he closed the door, Zhang Tie heard his mom's sobs that she couldn't hold back anymore …
It was still a bit dark outside, but there were still some stars hanging in the sky. Zhang Tie rubbed his eyes and strode towards the school. When he was about 100 m away, Zhang Tie seemed to have felt something. He turned around and saw his mom and dad standing on the street holding hands and looking at him in a daze. Zhang Tie waved his hands towards them as he couldn't help but drop off his tears.
… …
At dawn, such a scene could be seen everywhere in Blackhot City — — a young boy was carrying his luggage, picking up his weapons and leaving home. His parents were standing at the door with tears in their eyes. Some even saw him off far away. After that, they watched the boy who was about to become an adult leave home for the first time, leaving the protection of the high city wall and greeting the storms and challenges of this age with his tender body.
Each year, there would be a young boy who left home on this day and never came back. For some people, this departure was like a separation between life and death.
On the way, Zhang Tie met many other youngsters who were also carrying luggage and carrying weapons, heading towards their respective schools.
When Zhang Tie arrived at school, it was neither too early nor too late. More than half of the students had already arrived and were resting on the sports ground. Today's assembly time was set at 7: 30 in the morning. Therefore, before 7: 00 am, many horny students had already prepared themselves on the sports ground. Except for the luggage that was of the same style, all the horny students were equipped with various kinds of equipment. The horny students on the sports ground gathered into small groups according to the training areas of their classes. The noisy noises immediately dispersed Zhang Tie's sorrow of parting with them.
The moment he arrived at the school, Zhang Tie saw Bagdad and Sharwin, who had arrived even earlier than him. Seeing the huge axe on Bagdad's shoulder and the long sword hanging on his waist, Zhang Tie didn't know what was going on for quite a while.
On the sports ground, Bagdad's appearance was absolutely coquettish and eye-catching. This guy's upper body was bare. Under his black skin, his whole body was covered with tangled muscles. He was only wearing a half-body steel pauldron, which could barely protect his right shoulder and heart. On that pauldron, he was carrying a shiny axe that weighed at least 15 kg. He was posing there. Compared to Bagdad, Sharwin's style was much gentler. Like Zhang Tie, he was wearing a luggage, leather armor, a belt, a kettle, and a sword. However, for some reason, Zhang Tie felt that Sharwin's items were a bit weird. Not only were they old, but they were also severely damaged. For example, Sharwin's short sword. Zhang Tie saw that the scabbard of the short sword was cracked, exposing the blade inside. Additionally, the size of the leather armor was obviously not in line with Sharwin's figure. It felt like Sharwin was forced into it. Zhang Tie swore that this was the first time he had seen a military kettle that had been patched. Although he knew that Sharwin's family was poor, his style was too exaggerated. Zhang Tie cursed Sharwin's dad dozens of times in his heart.
Shawen, who was standing beside Bagdad, lowered his head bashfully and gloomily scratched his nails. Bagdad, on the other hand, was cursing with righteous indignation.
"Your dad is too much. How could he give you such tattered equipment? Let's not talk about other things, just the money you've given to your family for the past few years and the money you've earned is enough for you to get a new set of equipment. Look at that sword of yours. I took a look at it just now. The rust on the blade is already very serious. Now that it's shiny, it's the result of grinding on a grindstone for the past two days. u? Hsiotu Iji sent to the Japanese ship Kaibi? Qi? Bald Tun? Kitsune? To play? I will definitely go to your house to teach that bastard a lesson... "
"Forget it. I still have some younger brothers at home. Dad might not have enough money. I'm already very happy to have this..." Shawen tried to explain with a depressed and sad expression. Seeing Shawen's sad face, Zhang Tie walked over with a gloomy expression.
Looking at Sharwin's sad face, Zhang Tie walked over with a gloomy face. Without saying anything, he pulled out the sword from Sharwin's waist and took a look at it. At this moment, even Zhang Tie couldn't help but become furious. Like what Bagdad had said, how could this be called a f * cking sword? It was more like a piece of iron sheet. Not only did it feel light in his hand, the edge of the blade was also covered with rice-grain-sized cracks. The body of the sword was heavily rusted and full of bumps and hollows. It could be seen that a layer of the sword had been rubbed off by the grindstone in the past two days. Although it was still a bit bright, it was probably due to the thick layer of rust that the body of the sword had become much thinner when the rust was rubbed off. Holding it in his hand, it didn't feel like a sword at all. Even killing a chicken required sharp eyes and quick hands, not to mention using it to fight those dangerous living beings outside the city.
Without saying anything, Zhang Tie untied the sword from his waist and hung it on Shawen's waist. "Take it, use mine!"
"No need, no need, I can use mine!" Shawen hurriedly said, wanting to exchange his sword for Zhang Tie's.
Zhang Tie didn't say anything and just waved Shawen's sword towards the ground. With a clear sound, Shawen's sword broke into two pieces. Looking at the two halves of the sword, Shawen's face turned a little pale. He didn't say anything else and instead bit his lips tightly. Looking at the broken sword on the ground, the sorrow in his eyes became even more intense.
Zhang Tie patted Shawen's shoulder and his own waist. "Don't worry, you can use mine. I have a nice dagger and a spearhead. When we arrive at the destination, I will find a wooden stick and connect it to a long spear. With a long spear and a short saber, the seven of us will be able to deal with this survival training!"
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