"I don't think you can wear a chain armor!" After Farov finished speaking, a military servant next to him immediately threw over a heavy piece of chain mail, the knee-high kind, Faroff caught it lightly with one hand, and then very "politely" slapped the wooden dummy in front of Gawain's sword blade to the ground, and then from head to toe, put on chain mail, and then straighten him, this chain mail is a hooded style, in which the vital throat part, the chain scarf and the turban are connected together.

Gawain took a lunge forward at this time, raising one hand high, holding the blade of the sword flat in the other, and the laughter was even louder, in the minds of this group of barbarian warriors, they were only willing to accept the strict formation and banner requirements of the Roman emperor, but the way of fighting was to use battle axes and swords, and the pleasure of chopping and slashing raids was the mainstay, which was the tradition of the Vikings, and it had not changed for hundreds of years, so they now saw Gawain's tall figure, but they used this delicate long sword, and it was natural to despise it.

"Poof", a calm sound, Gawain's sword was as fast as lightning, after all, he had studied under a fencing master, this kind of German-made sword before and after the Renaissance happened to his appetite, neither too slender nor too bulky, so the blade of the sword of phosphorus fire easily pierced into the torso of the dummy covered by chain mail.

In addition, because it is a dummy, it will not cause unnecessary disturbances with the Sword of Phosphorus Fire.

Then, Gawain quickly drew his sword and stabbed it again into the throat of the dummy covered by the chain turban at an extremely fast speed!

One after another, five times in a row, each time it pierced into a different vital part of the dummy, and then Gawain put away his sword, and his breath was not chaotic at all, and the entire camp fell silent.

Soon, the group of barbarians clapped their hands and cheered loudly, they were really familiar with Faroff's tricks, but they were still very curious about the tactics that Gawain had just performed, and today they were very surprised by the name of this recruit, "Stephen. Gawain: "I remembered.

Yagfei also laughed, and kept patting Gawain's back, "How, I have three detachments here, and the technique you just used has completely given you the right to choose!" ”

Over there, Farov, who was full of unconvinced faces, hummed and chirped hard, pulled out the battle axe thrown on the dummy, and then carried it horizontally on his shoulder, walked over, and said to Yagfi and Gawain, "Okay, my red-hand detachment served as His Majesty's reserve charge force in the emperor's campaign in Macedonia last time, and killed several capable subordinates. ”

"I'm not going to be a light soldier." Before Yagfi could answer, Gawain went straight to Farov for a showdown, "According to common sense, light soldiers are outside the battle line, and they use swords and bows and arrows against the enemy's stragglers and cavalry, and they are especially prone to casualties. I want the heavy armor, shields, and weapons in your camp, and I want to fight the enemy in the array, and get cover from my teammates. ”

"What barracks do you enter for fear of casualties?" Faroff's words were filled with anger and disappointment.

"Then whatever you want, the commander of the guard just said that I have the qualifications to freely choose the detachment to serve." Gawain did not give up.

Faroff snorted indignantly from his beard, and then he said in a cursed tone, "Silly boy, don't think that in the array, there will be fewer casualties, I was one of the few survivors of the cathedral flames in the Battle of Durazo, and I will never forget that hellish sight." As he said this, Gawain noticed that Farov was covered with skin covered by his beard, and there were obvious signs of burning fire.

"Alright, Farov, stop talking! It's been a battle twelve years ago, and it's not easy for you and me to survive until now. Yagfi stopped the other from continuing, as if the battle was a wound that all the Varangian warriors did not want to mention.

In the end, Gawain still entered the famous "Red Hand Detachment".

Then Gawain sat down on his bed, and on the stand in front of him hung the chain mail that had just been sent - indeed, Farov was right, this chain mail, he would not wear it, it was not at all the Turkic armor he had obtained beforehand, there were no convenient buttons, just a stupid black and heavy chicken cover woven with iron rings and iron rings.

A small servant named Fetias came up to him, bowed to him, and then demonstrated the whole process of wearing this type of chain mail: first with all his hands, he lifted the chain mail to the head, then leaned his back and the whole head forward to try to fit into the corners of the chain mail, and then suddenly stood upright, using the heavy inertia of the chain mail, let it slide freely down and cover his body; As for the removal of the armor, it was even more powerful, sitting down, almost like a bodybuilder, leaning down to an angle about the tip of his toes, and then stretching his hands forward, using the heavy inertia of the chain mail, to let him slide freely down again - in short, exhausting.

Not only that, but after putting on the chain mail, you have to wear leggings, which is also an extremely torturous errand.

Fortunately, Fethias assured him that he would be by his side faithfully in every battle, that is, to take on the duty of holding, maintaining, and assisting in the use of weapons and armor.

Then, Fethias handed over a wooden board, it was the duty list book in the camp, Gawain brought his own sword and a mare, this kind of thing must be registered, holding the reed pipe pen Gawain, looking at the rest of the staff scribbled ancient Greek signatures, or finger prints and other things, Gawain's head in heavy chain mail was a little big, because he only could speak and listen to the language, and he could not master the ability to read and write in any ancient language, thinking about it, it didn't matter, so he directly signed his name in the column where the board belonged to him, and used fancy fonts to sign his name.

Now, little Fetyas was dumbfounded, holding the plank, what is the origin of this master? You say that he is literate, and none of the names he writes can deal with; You say he can't read, but is it possible for an illiterate person to wrap these letters around them as beautiful as a rose?

"Look at this flag, look at this flag!" On the school ground, Farov, who was standing on the side, took the trouble to point to the military flag embroidered with a red hand pattern, "When it is raised, everyone must prepare their armor and weapons and prepare to engage the enemy, but don't worry, generally on the battlefield, when the enemy sees my red hand flag, they will flee!" ”

A few veterans next to him who were familiar with the story laughed, with expressions of "I want to listen to him brag again".

Sure enough, while Gawain was standing there, still holding the long axe at his feet, Farov had already begun to open up the conversation about the origin of his "red hand flag".