Kersmund believes that he became a logistics soldier because the Nord military ignored his true abilities and would overuse him. He felt puzzled and unwilling to do this, but he suffered from not having the opportunity to express himself. It wasn't until one day later that he realized that the Nord military did not let him go to the front, in fact, it was precisely because he came from the Royal Military Academy of Saagos, and it was precisely because he had outstanding talents that he could not be allowed to die easily on the battlefield on the front line.

The conditions for admitting students to the Royal Military Academy of Sago are very strict, and those who can enter this academy are the best Nords in a hundred. After selecting new students, the School will formulate different development plans that suit each student's strengths and weaknesses. In general, each person will follow their own development plan to learn and train. Of course, special circumstances are also allowed, for example, if some students want to pursue their ideals and become the kind of existence they want to become, then they can apply to change the training and development plan, but their initial ability to achieve the goal cannot be lower than the college's expectations of him, otherwise his application will be rejected, or he can choose to withdraw from the school. Therefore, students of the Royal Military Academy of Saagos must also have full self-knowledge.

In this way, as soon as the students are able to successfully graduate from the Royal Military Academy of Saagos, they will immediately be valued by the state for their outstanding talents. Most of them will be assigned to various military-related industries and exist as new forces and frontrunners. The rest of the small number will be called directly into the army and become high-ranking officers or the top warriors of the Nord - the Nord royal guards. Under normal circumstances, it takes a very long time for a recruit with enough potential to be promoted to the Nord Royal Guard, at least five or six years. And the professional training of the Royal Military Academy of Saagos can train the Nord Royal Guards in only three years, which is one of the advantages of this academy.

Therefore, any student in the Royal Military Academy of Saagoth is likely to be the future pillar of the Nord Kingdom. The students of the Royal Military Academy of Saagos, who have not yet graduated, are like pillars, and of course the Nord Kingdom will not allow such pillars to die easily on the front line of war. After graduation, when these students can give full play to their greatest value, they should and are forced to be sent to the front line, otherwise it is a waste of talents and a waste of the country's cultivation of them.

When Ksmod took the initiative to ask to join the army, the Nord military did not refuse his enthusiasm for fighting for the country, but at the same time, they would never let him go to the front line, deliberately let him wait for his life as a soldier for a long time, or arrange him in the embarrassing but relatively relaxed and safe post of a logistics soldier in the logistics army. Although Kosmerd couldn't understand the Nord military's "overkill" to him at this time, he always felt that it was very hard-won for him to have the opportunity to enter the Royal Military Academy of Sagos. Being able to enter the Royal Military Academy of Sagos was something he had always dreamed of, and he had worked hard to achieve it.

In August of that year, with the help of Soraton and enough of the coar's skull, Kersmud managed to earn the bounty of 3,800 dinars from the mayor of Sagoth. That way, he doesn't have to worry about tuition fees. Then, after two days of anxious waiting, he finally waited for the day he had eagerly awaited. On the first day of August, he arrived early in front of the Royal Military Academy of Sagos and waited, and became one of the first young people to take the entrance exam.

At that time, there were so many people taking the entrance exams that the usually large and empty Royal Military Academy of Sago was crowded into a sea of people, like a busy city, full of people and bustling. Fortunately, the army of King Ragnar and several other lords was present to maintain order, otherwise so many young people with strong blood and excitement gathered together, a small friction might have caused a fierce conflict. In such a scene, it is really easy for some accidents to occur, resulting in unnecessary casualties.

During the three days from August 1st to August 3rd, thousands of people rushed to the Royal Military Academy of Saagos from all over the world in order to take the entrance exam, but not many people were able to pass the entrance examination and become students of the Royal Military Academy of Saagos. And Kersmod is one of those lucky ones.

Kosmerd, who excelled in both physical fitness and martial arts skills among his peers, passed the exams without any hindrance. Those who witnessed the pride and posture of Kosmerd in various tests were amazed at his talent, but few people would think of the effort he had put in, let alone the trials he had gone through since he was a child because of his stubborn struggle.

After becoming a full student at the Royal Military Academy of Sagoth, Ksmerd began to study and train according to the academy's development plan for him, which was to train him to be a Nord royal bodyguard, which he embraced and saw as a role model for himself.

For the next nearly two years, Minded trained endlessly, in addition to taking some necessary classes. Before, he had been training day and night in the little dark room in the orphanage to make himself stronger, but now, his training ground had changed, and Marit could no longer be by his side to give him the necessary guidance, he had to get used to relying on his own hard work to strive for improvement. When it comes to martial arts, the mentors and coaches in the academy are limited in what they can do, because Marit, as his best teacher, has taught him enough and good knowledge that no one can surpass Marit and have a greater impact on Kosmode in terms of martial arts.

During the holidays, Ersmond also spends his days outside the academy, frequented by the grocer on the black market. On a whim, he would take up arms and go outside the city to train his hands with the robbers, while earning some dinars, even though he was no longer short of money.

He bought a horse from a horse dealer in Sagoth, but he could not bring it back to the academy due to the rules of the college, so he usually had to leave it in the care of the owner of the tavern where he had lived. And the Nord military's tradition of banning horseback riding also made Kersmod afraid to ride in public, after all, he is now a student at the Royal Military Academy in Sagos.

In addition, at the constant instigation of the small-eyed grocer, Korsmoud began to use a new weapon, the riding gun. Unable to resist the merchant's constant recommendation, he bought a crooked light rifle from him and took it out of the city to play with the robbers. He had intended to just try a weapon that Maritt had not taught him to use, or even mentioned to him, but once he tried it, he immediately fell in love with the lance. But when he first started to use a mounted spear, it was really not very efficient to kill enemies, so he had the idea to buy a cracked light cavalry gun from the merchant.

And then, with a crooked light horse in his left hand and a cracked light horse in his right hand, he went to fight the robbers. Under the advice of Marit, "make your left hand as flexible as your right hand", he had already begun to train his left hand, and although his left hand was not as flexible as his right hand, it was not far behind. Therefore, when he used the light rifle with his left hand, there was not much problem.

From then on, outside the city of Sagoth, Korsmerd rode on the Nord royal guard, who had been pulled out of the pile of corpses by Kersmer, his face covered in blood, and no one could see his face clearly. He was now dying, and he struggled to keep his eyes open, staring at the Ksmund in front of him for a long time, his eyes gradually shining with excitement, and his lips fluttering. Finally, in a faint trembling voice, he said, "Yes...... It's you, boy, I haven't seen you in almost two years, you've changed so much that I almost don't recognize you......"

These words, this voice, made Kersmod fall into extreme surprise for an instant, he stared at the blood-stained Nord royal guard in front of him, and said in disbelief: "You...... You're Big Brother Solaton, how can you ......"

At the same time, he stretched out his trembling right hand and quickly wiped the blood from the face of the Nord royal guard, and then he saw his face clearly, and could not help but say, "Ah! It's really you! Why? Didn't you write to me before that the military had approved your application and assigned you to Tiha to serve under Lord Eden? But why did you come here, and besides, didn't you say you were going to Kulau to get married? You shouldn't be here now!"

"Yes, according to the original plan I was supposed to get married, but the fighting was fierce, and Rudapoye did not let me leave immediately, saying that our main army was pinned down at Fort Derberg, which caused our eastern defenses to be weak, and he was afraid that the Svadians would take the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on our east, especially Rudabao, so he did not allow a single soldier to leave at such a time. Also, about my future wife......" At this point, Soraton coughed violently and could not say any more.

"Don't talk about it yet, we'll take you back, it's important to treat you first!" said Kersmerd, trying to pick up Soraton, but Soraton immediately shook his head and stopped him.

"No, my injuries are too bad, and I can't hold on. I was in a coma for a long time, I woke up not long ago, and now I only have one breath...... I...... I've got to settle some accounts before I die. Soraton said, his right hand trembling and pulling out a small blue bag from the inside of his chest armor, and handed it to Korsmoad, while whispering, "Fortunately, I have prepared something before I go to battle every time...... In this bag is a letter I wrote that I had to say to her. Plus, there's a ring, a ring I exchanged with her through her father ten years ago. You help me put ...... Give her this bag, and before her seventeenth birthday in nine days' time, she must rush to Kulau, and deliver the letter to her, and make our marriage annulment as soon as possible, so that her reputation cannot be tarnished, and her youth must not be delayed, you know? Her name was Jamila, and his father was an iron merchant, and his name was Beluga. ”

"Okay, I'll get this bag to her for you!" replied with a choked nod of his head, already in tears.

"It's a pity! I couldn't make it, I didn't even have time to see her...... If...... If you can, you can do it for me...... ...... for me," Soraton said with difficulty, but struggled to finish, just smiling at Kersmead, his lips pursing.

"What else do you want me to do for you, Brother Solaton!" asked Kersmed, wiping tears from his eyes with his sleeve.

"Take care of ...... She ...... "Soraton seemed to use all his strength to utter the last word, and then he closed his eyes and lost his breath on the side of his head. And the corners of his mouth still have a meaningful smile.

"Brother Soladon, I will!, Brother Soladon!" exclaimed Ksmund in a heart-rending voice, but Soraton could never hear him again......

Of course, the Nord military did not give Soraton a separate funeral, but buried him along with the other soldiers who had fallen in battle.

As he watched as Soraton's body was buried with the remains of the other soldiers, his whole body and mind seemed to be in a state of chaos, and the heavens and the earth seemed to spin, making him almost unsteady on his feet and about to fall to the ground.

When everything was covered by dirt, he turned around and left without looking back from the soldiers' burial place, from Fort Ruda, from the Nord garrison here.

Soraton's death, in addition to bringing him great grief, also made him instantly understand the fact that as a soldier, even if he is a Nord royal guard, no matter how strong his personal skills are, he will often only become a victim of war. In the end, I can't even save my own life, let alone protect anything else.

Because of Soraton's death, because of his own powerlessness over this one fact, he began to feel some kind of irreversibility of fate. He hated the feeling that fate was like a giant wheel running over it, and he could only resist it. He longs for change, wants to be the master of the wheel of fate, not the bearer of it.

On the surface, Soraton was to blame for the brutal war. Yes, war is cruel to soldiers like Soratun, and to the vast majority of civilians who are drawn into it, and countless people have suffered bad luck because of it, and war is hated. However, for some kings and lords at the top, war was not cruel, but rather a tempting gamble. They bet on land, money, and countless lives, as well as many families that were or are about to be perfected, in order to win more land and wealth. They are the main culprits of war, and the initiation of war is often caused by their greed and desire.

Kersmer had always thought that he could fight for the so-called glory of the country, but when he thought about this because of Soraton's death, he also realized that he went to the battlefield like this, in fact, he was only selling his life for the greed of the kings and lords.

And the glory he has always wanted to pursue is by no means to satisfy the selfish desires of these kings and lords. Soraton's death made him feel extremely sad and indignant, but there must have been many people who had a similar or even the same fate as Soraton in the past or in the future.

He didn't want to be next, he felt that his life should be dedicated to something more meaningful—such as his own glory.

; , the scene of rushing in and out of the group of robbers with two horse guns is often staged. The sky is covered with goose feathers and heavy snow, one after another, as if boundless, and almost all of them are in the wilderness of this area at the moment, forming an obvious contrast between movement and static, but also in the combination of movement and stillness to achieve a certain indescribable harmony, so that such a snowy scenery can give people a peaceful visual enjoyment.

If it weren't for the fact that the temperature was too low, or because there was a distance that had to be rushed, then Kosmerd, who had been tired from the road for several days in the morning and in the dark, really wanted to stop by the side of the road, sit down against the trunk of a thick tree, and enjoy such a quiet snowy scene for a while, and it was better to have a good night's sleep.

However, this was only a fantasy of the mind, for it was too cold, and he could not stop at all, but continued to ride his horse along a road on the seemingly boundless snowfield, and the horses' hoof prints that kept imprinting behind him were soon covered by the snowflakes. However, there were many wild sparrows, which could no longer fly in the heavy snow, and could only land on the snow beside the road, in small piles of three or five, shivering together under the white snow, resisting the bitter cold. At the very least, Kosmod should be glad that he wasn't one of the sparrows.

It was getting darker, and it seemed like it was getting dark. Kosmead wondered in his heart: It was already the end of May, and it was June in a few days, so why was the winter in Virginia still not over? Or was it that it snowed all year round, and there were no four seasons at all?

This was not the first time he had come to this country, for when he was sixteen years old, two years earlier, he had come to the northernmost town of the country, Živatčadze. For Sensesmode, it was a memory that will last a lifetime. At that time, when he was not yet an adult, he had seen the dirtiest and sinister human hearts, felt the strongest and most moving temptations, and made the most fearless and resolute choices......

Due to the influence of the warm monsoon all year round, the Riwa was able to escape from the snow and was not covered by ice and snow. As a result, Kersmerd, who has only stayed in Riva but not in the Vygia Snowfield, doesn't really know much about the country of Vegia, or doesn't really know much about it.

The cold wind cut through people's faces like sharp blades, and then three or two snowflakes fell, which was really unbearable. Riding on an old black traveling horse, wearing a slightly shabby white cotton robe and a crudely made black felt hat, the notched iron sword behind his back struck the saddle incessantly.

The cold wind and cold snow are really the most painful thing for a person like Ksmerd who is alone and hurrying away. Even if his memory was extremely poor, he would never forget that this snow had been with him since he had entered the border of Virgia three or two days earlier, and it did not seem to stop until now.

At that training ground near Rudaburg, he spent almost four hundred dinars - a small half of his savings - from the training ground instructor to buy the touring horse. The coach boasted that the horse had traveled thousands of miles in a day, but who knew that on the first day he had walked more than a hundred miles, the beast was almost exhausted, and then Ksmund realized that the horse looked strong, but in fact it was probably an old horse. Later, Korsmed had to make it smaller