Chapter 44.4
If Ludo’s swordplay had been a little better, even Bash might have offered some advice. Is he too advanced or too delayed? Does he swing his sword out of habit, or does he not watch his opponent’s movements? Does he have strange habits, or is he too basic and easy to read? These things could be discovered in a match.
But honestly, as far as Ludo was concerned, it was difficult. All he could say was that everything was bad. In battle, it was common for four or five enemies to die at the same time when Bash swung his sword. Rarely, however, would an idiot die crushed by corpses. Ludo would be one of those idiots. In retrospect, all of the king’s sons were first-class warriors. They were still young, but that was to be expected. They had survived the fierce battles at the end of the war.
Hmmm…
Bash thought with all he had. What should he teach Ludo, who had collapsed in front of him? He had never seen such a weak ogre, what should he do, what did young orcs, ogres and warriors do on the battlefield?
The least he could say was that those who collapsed from exhaustion died without exception. On the battlefield, the first to die were those who could not move. The inability to move forward or flee meant that you were just a target. So the least you could do was avoid it.
“Get up.”
“Hah… hah… no, I can’t get up anymo… guhah!”
Bash kicked Ludo over. Those who said they could not stand on the battlefield were often able to get up after this was done to them. At least that was the case with the Orcs. And apparently the ogre Ludo did too, for he stood up, eyes wide.
“Run.”