"Your hands must not shake, and you don't need to hold them too tightly. Relax in moderation, understand?"
"OK."
Carl was lying on the grass in the third area, with his right hand stretched forward, holding Michonne's samurai sword with the scabbard.
His arms were shaking slightly uncontrollably. Carl's hand, which was very steady when holding the gun, seemed to be completely different when it came into contact with the long knife.
Including the scabbard, it weighs nearly five pounds, which is just over two kilograms, which does not seem to be an exaggerated weight.
But the key point is that this is a samurai sword that is more than one meter long, and the center of gravity is not in the hand at all.
"Actually, you can start with the wooden sword. Your body is still in the development stage, so it's normal that you lack strength." Michonne said as she stood next to Carl.
"It's okay. Your hands won't be sore after a night's sleep." Kakar smiled.
Michonne crossed her arms beside Carl, shook her head helplessly and smiled:
"You can fool others with this, but I've also been through the same phase as you. Your arms have been shaking more and more these days. Do you think I can't see it?"
"Well, the pain is really unbearable. Is there any way?" Carl also smiled helplessly.
"Let's stop here today. Put it down first."
"Okay." Carl put down his arms obediently, held the knife with his left hand, and quickly shook his right arm.
The muscle soreness had not subsided from one day to the next, and it started to accumulate the next day. It was really unbearable.
"You can choose to call it a day or I can teach you some basic chopping strokes."
Michonne's eyes became much softer as she looked at Carl. After spending some time with Carl, she had to say that Carl was indeed a very sensible and persevering child.
"Can we finally move on to the next step? There's no way I could miss it. Let's take a break and then continue." Carl said with a smile.
It's really torture to hold and raise the knife repeatedly and boringly these days.
"I'll give you an hour to rest. Your arm needs it." Michonne said with a smile.
"Okay, I do need it." Carl didn't refuse. He said hello to Michonne, returned the knife to her, and walked aside.
The infectious disease has disappeared, all the corpses have been burned, and the entire prison has been roughly disinfected, as if everything has finally calmed down.
It's very spacious here, and Carl is not the only one practicing, but the things they are practicing are different. There is horse riding, which is also in the third area, as well as shooting, close combat, shooting on horseback, etc. It's very tedious and complicated.
Sean and Carl both felt that the prison soldiers needed some systematic training. After all, most of them were just ordinary people before the apocalypse. Even if they knew how to use guns, they still lacked a lot.
As for the training of the system, it is entirely the responsibility of Martinez and Meru. Martinez is a veteran and seems to be a member of the Marine Corps.
It was the right decision not to blame Martinez for the Governor's incident. Martinez will indeed be grateful for it and devote himself to the prison wholeheartedly.
However, Carl doesn't like environments with too many people, and Martinez also thinks that training is a serious matter and women and children should not be involved.
Therefore, the place where Carl trained did not overlap with where the main force was. Carl felt pretty good about this because he didn't really like crowded environments.
I walked slowly on the grass that had begun to wither and turn yellow, without too much worry or any goals.
You can go wherever you want, the autumn breeze blows on your face, passes over your neck, and the sweat on your forehead is wiped away by the autumn breeze. The autumn breeze is always so gentle.
Sometimes, it's nice to relax a little. When you're tired, just lie on the ground for a while. You have to change your clothes every day anyway.
"Are you slacking off again?" Liz walked to Carl's side without him noticing, and looked at Carl, who was lying on the ground with his hands supporting his head, with some dissatisfaction.
"Yeah, you're lazy. But you can't be lazy. The amount of training I arranged for you is only half of what I did when I was eleven years old. Well, it's just the shooting part."
Carl squinted his eyes and yawned.
"Today's mission is accomplished. Hold the gun for three hours and shoot fifty bullets. Now what?" Liz pouted.
"How many targets did you hit? How many rings are there respectively." Carl was still lying there comfortably. It was indeed very comfortable to lie there like this. Now, let alone getting up, Carl didn't even want to raise his head.
"Nine bullets hit the target, two with one ring, three with two rings, and then one with nine rings, six rings, five rings, and four rings respectively." Liz looked at Carl lying on the ground, and for some reason, she became more and more dissatisfied.
"It's far worse than what I was doing back then." Carl held a piece of grass in his mouth and smiled frivolously.
"You back then?"
"Well, back then, what day are you doing this? On the first day, I fired ten bullets, and then I increased the number gradually. Now I have fired more than three hundred bullets.
At the beginning, I fired three bullets, and if I use the target as the calculation, all of them should have hit the bull's eye. Although the distance is not as long as your ten meters, it is a moving target, so it is almost the same. "
Carl smiled and said that thinking back now, it really felt like a lifetime ago. He hadn't met Beth when he fired a gun for the first time.
"I will try my best. I can practice more. It's you who only allowed me to practice for this long."
Karl was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes and looked up at Liz. After a while, he shook his head helplessly and smiled, waving his hand, "Come here and lie down."
Liz pursed her lips, frowned slightly, and resisted with silence.
"I told you to lie on the ground, didn't you hear me?" Carl frowned slightly, his tone becoming much colder.
Liz's body trembled subconsciously, her eyes were a little evasive, but she still did not move. She opened her mouth slightly and said weakly, "No."
"Do you think I won't kill you?" Carl narrowed his eyes again and put his head back on his hands.
"I..." Liz quickly fell backwards and hit her head directly on the ground. Fortunately, it was grass, but it still hurt a little. Liz's little face wrinkled immediately. She wanted to cry but didn't dare to.
Carl narrowed his eyes and said in a gentle voice,
"You can enjoy the special tenderness of the autumn breeze on your face, and you can also open your eyes and look up at the clouds in the sky. What I want to tell you is that there are many beautiful things in life. As long as you can discover them, you can enjoy them. The beauty of life is the meaning of life."
Liz said weakly, "I...I just don't want to dirty my clothes and hair. Washing my hair is troublesome. If that's the case, I can stand and watch."
Karl was slightly stunned. This was somewhat different from what he had imagined, but it was not important.
"If you say no when I call you for the first time, I will ask you why. If you tell me the reason when I call you for the second time, I might say to you:
Dirty clothes can be washed or replaced with new ones. If you find washing your hair troublesome, I can help you, or let Beth help you. As for standing, I want you to relax, relax your whole body and mind, and lie lazily on the grass.
But you are always a step behind in finding the correct answer.
By the way, you seem to be a little dissatisfied with me? Why? Tell me, I won't be angry. You know, I will be angry only if you don't tell me. "
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