The red-haired regimental commander Kylo waved his hand: "Bring the thirty new soldiers here!" A royal guard next to him immediately nodded, and strode towards a dilapidated courtyard not far away, only then did Wolf realize that the large, dirty and dilapidated place was for the recruits. A quick and irritable shout jumped the chickens and dogs that tossed the courtyard that was about to fall apart. Wolf could only vaguely see a group of busy figures looking around for shields and Nord spears—as for axes, they were the ones all Nord warriors had with them.

Then Ragnar whispered in his ear in Swadia, "I see it in your eyes, and you think that Odin is a fool who always cheats the faith of others!

Wolf also smiled: "Yes, my ancestors did not listen to him, so when they came to the village, they did not have to listen to the mercy of the Odin Divine Society, and now they live a chic and comfortable life." But if it weren't for him, we might have lost our jobs and starved to death. ”

Ragnar's words were also very blunt, and he probably hadn't seen anyone with the same worldview as himself for a long time, and continued to say in fluent Swadia: "Yes, I didn't listen to his prophet, and An An divided the land, but killed the old and unsuccessful lord, and led the people out to sea to plunder. Now that I have a lot of wealth and an army, I can covet the rich Tiha...... Power and wealth never knock on the door, and fate will always be conquered by oneself!"

Wolf was a little nervous: "Your Excellency...... I haven't even killed chickens, and I don't know if I can lead troops into battle, so ......"

Ragnar said expressionlessly: "It's too late to regret now." Our previous words can not exist. ”

Watching the small army that was constantly gathering but had no array to talk about advancing and magnifying in his eyes, Wolf, who had been in a state of confusion and waiting for death, did not know how to choose. For the first time, the village of Blackcurrant was so strange and so terrifying. The hand of fate seemed to be firmly at his throat, and the blunt knife was plunged into his heart little by little, and the numb, dull days made him feel as unfree as lead, but he had not forgotten that from the majestic lighthouse of Tiha, he had looked down on the world.

But the war ...... People who don't understand war will have unrealistic illusions about it, and the reality is always cruel. The cold sword slashes into the human body, the blood will spray more than a foot high with a wail, no one will care about the life or death of others, the only thing you have to do is to pick up your axe and live hard. When listening to war stories from veterans as a child, Wolf would always hide far away. It was terrible! The people who had just been alive and kicking floated motionless on the surface of the water like a broken reed, the hapless dead cried out about their misfortunes in the River Styx, and the lucky living caused more slaughter on the corpses of their enemies and comrades.

But he couldn't run away from it. He seemed to see the backs of his ancestors disappearing in humiliation beyond the horizon, Odin's Vargra Temple shutting them out of their beds of old death, tears of humiliation in their eyes. Unproductive they are looking at their unproductive selves, and unproductive they are looking forward to their unproductive selves.

"My lord, I don't want to go back, I just want to make a request. ”

Ragnar looked at the little man he wanted to give up in surprise: "What request?"

For the first time in her life, Mrs. Wall knelt down on one knee as someone else's subordinate: "I would like you to appoint a royal guard to be the instructor of my army." ”

Ragnar smiled, not a tentative smirk: "Good...... You don't have to worry about choking on apples anymore, come here, you're Mr. Wolf's bodyguard now. ”

"Wolf, you will lead thirty spears to my allegiance. This is five hundred dinars. Yes, it was only symbolic, and I know that the priests had a lot of money in their homes. I need you to get their gear together and buy a boat. Ragnar pointed to the thirty soldiers and said, "Don't feel wronged, Wolf, because this is your own army, and I will give you a high degree of freedom to deploy your army...... And even more in the future!"

"Yes, sir. Wolf stood up and looked up, the tattered soldiers looking at him with their antique Nord spears, rusty but reflecting Wolf's eyes, which he himself had never seen before, and Greenland was covered with ice and snow.

Old Gretel sat in his house, listening to the roar of the wind outside the door, and never felt so sad. His four or five children silently followed their mother to the long table in the other corner of the room to eat, giving up their seats to two men.

Wolfe, opposite Gretel, was silent, just silently sipping the little bit of red wine that had been mixed with water. It had been two months since he had last seen Count Ragnar, and Wolf seemed to have grown a little taller, with more redness and bruises on the left corner of his face that had just faded. But Wolf's back was straight, and it looked as if it was no different from before, but it was indescribably strange.

"Ahem," said old Gretel, clearing his throat and asking Wolfe, "what you said is true?"

Wolf smiled, poured himself some more wine, and said unhurriedly: "I can't believe it either, but since my ancestors, the temperature in Greenland has been recorded." By the year before my father died, he gave his first warning. ”

"What warning?" Gretel asked, squinting at the young man who was becoming more and more incomprehensible, "and he never mentioned it to anyone. ”

"yes, never mentioned it to anyone, but I'm his son. Wolf laid a neat draft on the table (paper had already appeared in the mid-to-late Middle Ages), and old Gretel flipped through it, only to find it an unfamiliar style, and he could not read a word.

Seeing the old chief's confusion, Wolf nodded and picked up the perfect draft of the binding: "This is the Rhodok language from southwest Calradia, which is somewhat of a simplified version of Swadia. I dare say that there is no second person who understands the circumference of this city of Cadgat for a hundred miles. ”

"Our family is very unproductive, but we are very smart. And the interests are extremely wide...... It's also similar. "Wolf opens the title page" This is a test record of the temperature in Greenland, the first page of which was recorded by my great-grandfather. You don't understand Archimedes' law without us putting a big bucket of water at the door and recording the size of the ice cubes at different times...... We found that the maximum volume of water and ice is within a certain temperature range (4°C), and both sides will decrease. ”

"A year before my father's death, he found that the coldest time in Greenland was for nearly 50 years since then. Wolfe flipped through his almost remorcent drafts as he looked at old Gretel's increasingly unsightly face, "Alas, in Greenland, temperature determines grain production. This year's poor harvest is just the beginning of a nightmare. ”

Gretel was silent for a while, and then reluctantly raised his glass: "So, you have enough food for five hundred people to survive the winter? Coupled with the surplus food, it is enough for 3,000 people to survive the winter... No wonder you bought it at such a low price...... The hapless man who came back from Calradia and only robbed ten boatloads of grain?No wonder he asked me to keep the secret of that cave in the back mountain...... How long has your family been plotting?"

"It's just a hobby. Wolf smiled and said, "I'm just hoping to find more people to go to sea with me now, and I hope you don't mind too much." ”

"Mind?" said old Gretel, with a bitter face, "boy, are you asking me if I mind starving the whole village to death? ”

"Really?"

"Nonsense!" Gretel heaped himself into the back chair, showing a tiredness that he had never felt before, "but, don't forget, you! came out of the village of Blackcurrant, treat them well......"

Suddenly, the cheerful cries of children rang out outside the door: "Wolf, Wolf, the leather armor that Wolf asked for from Cadgard!

Old Gretel's face looked a little better, "I actually hope that your martial luck will last forever, you will be a good leader, these things cost you all your savings! ”

Wolf grinned, "No, no, no, there are three thousand dinars and that birdcage left! Please help me make a shield quickly, a shield ......."

"You know, a special lady gives a bag of wheat, ten dinars!" called the village chief, "Get out!

Just as Wolf was about to walk out of the door, he heard the old man say behind him, "Wolf...... Greenland...... Is there really no hope? We were born here and died here......"

Wolf wanted to answer, but the old man waved his hand: "Forget it, I don't want to hear all that suicidal news anymore...... Let me be quiet...... I'm the mayor of Blackcurrant anyway...... Ahem, let's go......"

"Wolfe!" Wolfe!" Poor Wolfe had just cautiously left the village chief's house, and a big man pulled him over, "Damn! The old leatherman who gave him the leather armor said that there was a ** just now, and he brought a hundred people, and he wanted to rob us!"

"What!" Wolf watched as his thirty soldiers gathered in the village square, shouting excitedly around an old man in a torn cloak, knowing that something was wrong again. Hurriedly walking over, Tomman followed behind and yelled at the headless fly-like soldiers, "!@#¥%......&*(dirty)!! you pigs!

Everyone looked at Wolf in awe, not at Toman. In the past month and a half, they have been impressed by Wolff's initiative.

First of all, he insisted on Tomen's devilish training every day with great perseverance: ten kilometers of armed cross-country crossing every day with all the soldiers, 300 shield-raising movements (his shield was thickened), 500 spear stabs, 500 slashes. and Toman's special attention to the fighting practice, where someone else's opponent is a companion, and his opponent is always a bear-like terrible Tomman.

At first, Wolf couldn't do 300 shield lifts, and he would fall to the point of fainting and being pulled off the field. Everyone laughed disdainfully, and even opened a market to bet on how far Wolf could hold out.

The twenty soldiers from the neighboring village also knew Wolf's evaluation from his mouth, "Cut......! As for the village, if it weren't for Tommen's suppression, it would have come up and shouted a long time ago. Wolfmo said that the leader and the command, everyone is worried about whether he will faint in the war, and he will drag a soldier to take care of him. Some soldiers even approached Tomman privately, hoping that he would apply to Ragnar to take over the command. Of course, Tomman knew the IQ of his current boss, so he naturally didn't doubt it, but said lightly: "Wait, the commander won't be me." ”

When on the twentieth day, it was discovered that Wolf had actually taken Tomman's first punch, and the people stopped laughing and began to look at the leader whom they had only nominally recognized. Of course, no one ever showed him great respect, just met and began to say hello.

When Wolf, who had been beaten by Tomman every day, hit Tomman in the jaw on the thirtieth day, the soldiers applauded: "Wolf!

On the thirty-fifth day, Luther, one of the village's warriors who had despised him the most, bowed his proud head to Wolf's scarred face as resolute as an eagle or a wolf: "Chief, may we call you head?"

Wolf smiled: "Of course. Luther, did your mother receive the wheat?"

The tower-like man choked up unexpectedly: "Thank you, Chief, my family doesn't have to starve to death this year......

"Very well!" Wolf patted Luther on the back, "Let's go, come with me to deliver food, and the families of the eighteen brothers are hungry!"

On the fortieth day, thirty spears were gathered in the square, and they put on the best garment of their lives, cut off their right index finger, held the axe on Wolf's head, and shouted with red eyes: "I swear in the name of the god Odin!

Tomman gave a thumbs up to Wolf, who looked like a pig's head.

Wolf smiled, even though he couldn't beat a single soldier one-on-one, even though he knew he had lost generations of savings.

On the fiftieth day, everyone was accustomed to Wolf's unique training and toss-up. They could hold the logs of the fir trees and shout trumpets across the neckless lake at minus twenty degrees, for Wolf would always be the one at the front, followed by Tomman on the back of the tiger.

Now, on the sixty-third day, Wolf listened to the old man's intermittent narration: "Oh, a mob, want my leather armor?

The old man, visibly frightened, swept around the soldiers lined up like statues: "Yes, my lord. You...... The soldiers are quiet and scary...... The eyes are terrifying. ”

Thirty-two voices laughed at the same time, and Wolf pulled out the axe he had never used, the handle of which had been curled slightly by him.

"For a hundred and sixteen years!" Wolf strode as he stood on the leather carriage and raised his axe aloft, "no one in my family has ever taken up a weapon!"

All the warriors stood straight to Wolf's words, they came from different villages, grew up eating different wheat, had different personalities and experiences, and now looked at the same man, ready to fight for him alone.

"For sixteen years!" Wolf's voice came into everyone's ears, "the only thing I've ever touched like a weapon is a mop!"

Everyone laughed, and Wolf also laughed: "I've never killed anyone! But that doesn't mean I'm not worthy of fighting!"

"I, Wolfe, have lived in darkness for sixteen years, except for sixty days! No one has ever looked down on me!" Wolf heard his voice so sonorous that even the villagers not far away put down their work and listened, "Because I am a useless person!"

Wolf glanced at the faces as young as himself, and the fists that clenched the handle of the axe as tightly as himself: "Now, there are donkey eggs who want to force me to be useless! Tell you, I, no! Wolfe! I won't give him a single buckle!"

"Let's put on our leather armor, put on our new spearheads, raise the shields that our relatives have made for us, and kill them!" Wolf found himself roaring! "I, I will win!"

"Kill them!" shouted Luthor and Tommen. "Wolf wins!"

"Kill them!" shouted the soldiers. "Wolf wins!"

"Kill them!" shouted all the soldiers. "Wolf wins!"

Father, do you see? Wolf has grown up. [.]