Parker is the descendant of a hunter in the jungle, and his father joined the country's army, leaving him and his bedridden grandfather, who was covered in wounds and often looked out the window at the woods with tears in his eyes, unwilling to speak, and never took the initiative to talk to Parker. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Parker relied on his excellent archery skills to support his family. It wasn't until the moment when his grandfather was about to leave that the old man called out to Parker in an old voice for the first time.

"Kid, grandpa... Cough...... Grandpa has something to tell you, it's a long story. The old man tried his best to suppress his cough and said hoarsely. "You have to listen patiently, maybe it's different from what is spread in the kingdom. ”

Parker took the old hand. "I will. ”

The jungle of Rhodok, with its deep green foliage blooming with slanting sunlight. Deep in the jungle near Djerkhala, there are still broken stone pillars. It was the ruins of the Great War before Rhodok was founded.

The ancient peoples of the mountains showed great courage in the face of the old Svadians, who were clad in iron turtle shells. The hunting bow spun and flew towards the attackers, and the Rhodok ancestors in cloth robes and leather robes ran in vain through the forest. The steel bolt passed through, and there was no sound in the forest.

But a large number of ancestors gathered in the jungle at this moment, using boulders to build a line of defense against the old Swadians. When the bolt swept away with the cold of metal, it was all over.

Ignoring the stabbing of their spears and forks, the iron-clad soldiers swung their swords and slashed the fleeing mountain peoples. Like bloodthirsty wolves, the bolts pounced on the fleeing people, piercing their chests. About a hundred dead people bought time for the Battle of Aaron.

That night, Rhodok's earliest army marched through the jungle armed with powerful siege crossbows and blacksmiths' weapons in hand.

After the Battle of Aaron, the kind of knife that was originally made by blacksmiths became famous, and it was quickly sought after and developed by swordsmiths, and it became today's straight-edged military knives and straight-edged war knives.

At that time, the Old Swadians were armed and rested against the strong walls, ready for an attack from outside the city. However, the first troops of the Great Mountain Nation skillfully avoided the watchtower, and with the agility and resourcefulness of the hunters, they concealed their whereabouts.

An army of nearly 200 men marched through the ancient and ruined cavern, a secret passage known only to the people of the mountains, because Aaron had built it by the hands of countless mountain craftsmen. (History says that the Swadians before the usurpation of the Haraus family were the old Swadians)

Tunnels lead to the castle's kitchen, the bedrooms of the lord's hall, and the granary underground. Among them, the secret passage leading to the kitchen fell into disrepair, and the secret passage devoured nine unlucky warriors, and the army divided into three quickly merged into two, like an undercurrent, slowly flowing into the heart of [Aaron].

The regular sentry on the granary was tasting the wine made by the winemaker when he was interrupted by a voice in the granary, just as he picked up a stick to ward off the rats. Several crossbow arrows pierced his body, blood mixed with wine flowing down the barrel.

The warriors of the mountains, armed with heavy pentagonal knives, walked along the sides of the stone corridor towards the castle, and the crossbowmen pressed their crossbows into the arrow troughs, and the two walked in a row in the center of the corridor. This method of advance was extremely efficient, and the crossbow arrows swept through, and the soldiers walking along the wall slashed and slashed, and more than a hundred soldiers quickly occupied the interior of Aaron's castle.

Less than a hundred others were marching at a rapid pace, as they cleaved through the ancient wooden wall of the lord's hall. Aaron's old lord, a Swadian. I had just taken off my gold-threaded shirt and was ready to enter the velvet-covered bed.

The leader of the mountain force waved his pentagonal sword, and the head of the Swadian rolled to the ground with blood, and the guards outside the door entered the bedroom when they heard the sound, only to be shot in the face by the crossbow bolts that followed.

The force stretched out into the castle at great speed, and the Svadians in the hall of the lords who were napping with daggers were slashed by the pentagonal knives of the warriors of the mountains. The crossbowmen work in pairs, and the two men shoot arrows one after the other, never firing two arrows in a salvo, until the first person's crossbow string is opened, and the second person begins to pull the crossbow in his hand.

The castle's last remaining guards drew their swords in response, but the light swords were often struck off in the first block. The pentagonal knives held by the people of the mountains were hurriedly formed and were in a hurry to polish them, and there was no weight reduction for the knives, and the heavy blades were not as heavy in the hands of hunters as they were in the usual wood-chopping axes, but they were deadly for the Swadians who held delicate swords. Thirty of the lord's guards fell on the smooth stone slabs of the castle hall, and the rest of the guards had already fallen under the swords of another intruder.

The bolt pierced the neck of one of the Swadians at the head of the city, and the Swadians, who had just been in the garrison, became attackers, and they had to walk down the steps of the castle's towering walls and raise their shields against the attacking enemy.

The troops who went up the stairs swung their pentagonal swords and slashed at the legs and knees that the Swadians' shields could not protect, and the arrows of the crossbowmen whistled up the walls, bloodbathing the people who stood.

The defenders were clearly visible with torches, but the crossbowmen of the mountain troops did not need lighting, but only fired at the defenders with torches.

The war ended, and more than 300 Swadian defenders were killed by the invaders.

When the inhabitants of the city opened their puffy sleepy eyes the next morning, the flag at the head of the city changed and changed to a tiger on a green background. The commander of the two hundred men stood proudly by the flag and announced to the citizens the change of Aaron. Most of the residents accepted it calmly.

No matter how many rulers they have, their lives are still three-pointed. It's still stuck in the line of getting up, working, and falling asleep.

The Duchy of Rhodoc was established on that day, and Aaron's well-developed industry provided a rich soil for the expansion of the army.

The blacksmiths made the iron in the furnace into a five-edged one in the midst of the singers' songs, and the clever man made two serrated sharp blades on the third edge of the pentagonal knife, which was the first official shape of the Rhodoc straight-edged military knife.

A short, but sturdy soldier brought the first sword of the kingdom of Rhodoc to the commander of two hundred men, the first acting king of the Duchy of Rhodoc, who was the most heroic man in the hearts of the old men of Rhodok, but whose name was not remembered by anyone.

On the contrary, the name of the diminutive soldier was remembered by many people in the future. His name is Gruenward.

With [Aaron] as the center, the people in the mountains should now be called the Rhodoks. They all gathered to join Rhodok's army in the city of Aaron, and almost all of them received a straight-edged military knife (a modified pentagonal sword), which was the best and only strength that Aaron had provided them.

The Rhodoks entered the dense jungle, armed with powerful siege crossbows that the inhabitants of the mountains had mastered the craft of making, and straight-edged military knives hanging from their waists. Wandering around the Swadiya forces like a swarm of bees, the Swadia knights fought against the cavalry of the Kugit Khanate on the plains, and the Swadias won every major battle, but lost every time in small battles. It was the same in the mountains, where the Rhodoks took advantage of the gaps in the leaves to shoot the Svadians with a string of crossbow arrows and then left, and a large number of Swadians left the camp to pursue, only to find that several of their teammates who had remained in the camp had their necks cut off.

After five months of painful fighting, the Swadias finally withdrew from that dense jungle.

The first expeditionary force of the Principality of Rhodok was also ready to go, with a combination of leather and chain mail covering the Rhodok's body, straight-edged military swords hanging from their waists, and each powerful man hanging a straight-edged sword held in both hands on his back. The siege crossbow hung diagonally between the right arm and the body, and a large door-like shield with a green tiger tattooed on the back of the soldier, that was the first heavy broad shield of the kingdom of Rhodok. Knowing the power of the arrows, the Rhodok was heavily armoured, holding a broad shield and slowly advancing towards the enemy, holding the knife in his right hand.

The Swadia crossbows could not penetrate the large, sturdy shield, and neither did their weapons. For the first time, the Rhodoks routed the Swadian army and proudly won a medium battle. Since then, the recruits have received an extra broad shield when they join the army.

Gradually, the Swadians discovered that the Rhodoks had become fond of attacking. The Svadia infantry phalanx faced the Rhodoks behind the broad shield in different formations during the battle.

Until one day, the Rhodok infantry hid behind wide shields, constantly changing the same formation to attack. The annihilation of a Platylum of Swadians in an infantry phalanx, and the place where they died, in this jungle where stone pillars towered, seemed to be a mockery, a kind of record.

Soon after, a group of Rhodoks boldly fought in the vicinity of Djerkhara, a place that was flat enough for walking knights.

The battle lasted three days and three nights, and the armored horses of the Swadian knights tore apart the formation listed by the broad shield, although the Rhodoks had surpassed the Swadian infantry in the use of formation. The horses slammed into the broad shields, the corpses of the Rhodoks floated on the Djerkhara River, and the Swadias saved their face. In the past, Rhodok's strength should have been exhausted, but now Rhodok is different, and countless elite Rhodok warriors are rushing towards [Djerkhala].

In the defeat of Djerkhara, Rhodok tried to dispatch a cavalry team composed of captured Swadian horses, but the Svadians seemed to deliberately humiliate the imitation of the Rhodoks, and the Svadian infantry armed with spears formed a unique spear battle formation and routed the Rhodok cavalry.

Half a month later, it was still the same blacksmith, and he went to the lord's hall of [Aaron] with a unique weapon, a sturdy wooden pole, and a strange thing embedded in the front of the wooden pole, one half with a blade, the front end was a prismatic spike, and the other half opposite the blade protruded a triangular spike.

On that day, Aaron's blacksmiths worked as feverishly as they had done to build pentagonal knives, and it was the blacksmith who invented a weapon similar to a broadsword. The lord of Aaron, the first acting king of Rhodok, named the weapon the long-pole broadsword.

Three months later, the Rhodoks fought the Svadias in the riverside plains of Djerkhala, where corpses were still kept, and as before, Rhodok's phalanx of infantry advanced with broad shields and routed the Svadia infantry.

As the Svadian knights went into battle in armor, the Rhodoks suddenly turned their broad shields back and drew the broadswords that each of them was carrying behind their backs.

The first knight reined in at the point of his horse's sword, his sword swinging downward, but sliding away from the broad shield that the Rhodoc had turned to him. The Rhodok clenched the broadsword in his hand, slashing almost against the lichen. He was Gruenward, the commander of the phalanx sent by the king.

The blade severed the unarmored horse's leg, and the knight fell off his horse, and Gruenward stabbed it with all his might, and half of the blade of the broadsword sank into the knight's chest. The Rhodoks followed suit, the screams of the knights played the music of death, the remaining knights fled on horseback, the Rhodoks chased after them with their steel crossbows, and the Svadians fled across the river.

After the last advantage was lost, the Swadias abandoned their failed expedition, and the armistice was signed in Djerkhala, and as soon as the pen of the Swadia representative fell, the impregnable fortress would also be returned to the rule of the Rhodoks.

The Svadia Expeditionary Force left the land of Rhodok in despair, and countless banners of tigers with green backgrounds were raised in the fortresses of the mountains. Gruenward was appointed marshal.

It has been said by the prophet that the brave pioneers often bend their knees under the sword of the insidious usurper.

In the second year after the founding of the Principality of Rhodok, a coup d'état was launched, and the nobles who had ruled many places before the founding of the country launched a swift attack on the rule of the Principality of Rhodok, and they led the soldiers assigned to them by the king at the time of the founding of the country with excellent deception and old coins of the time, making them believe that only they had the formal power to rule Rhodok.

The great result was for Grimivus I, the ruler of the kingdom of Rhodoc, who imitated the knight's oath by placing his weapon across his left knee and holding his weapon in the palm of his right hand upwards to complete the oath.

A force even stronger than the old days fought towards Djerkhala, and after three months of siege, the castle fell and the city was exhausted to give up resistance and surrender the town automatically.

The king of Rhodoc, to be precise, should be the king of the Duchy of Rhodoc. The old king's team lined up in formation and slew the enemy in the direction of Djerkhara, both wearing the same armor and using the same weapons, but the banners and shields were different. The army of the kingdom of Rhodok with a black bear on a green background on its flag. The two sides fought together with rage, blood mixed with the yellow mud of the forest, and the elite troops of the old king were killed by the swords of enemies several times their own.

The Marshal of the Duchy of Rhodok, Gruenwald, led his troops to fight the enemy in [Fort Escott] and [Fort Kurma], and captured [Fort Ascot] with excellent experience, and defeated the besieging enemy, using the same secret passage, which only the veterans in the mountains knew.

The defeated enemy took advantage of the numerical superiority to concentrate their forces to besiege Fort Escott, and Graves I personally joined the besiegers, and a crossbow bolt pierced Gruenward's shoulder. As he gritted his teeth and picked up his weapon, preparing to attack the enemy line along the dark passage, the news of the assassination of the king of the Duchy of Rhodok came, and the world seemed to fall silent.

Gruenward allowed the soldiers who wanted to survive to defect to the Principality of Rhodok, but no one did, and after Fort Escott was breached, over the course of three days, the infantry of the Lordok Kingdom killed the last soldier of the Principality of Rhodok in the cellar.

Only, Gruenward disappeared. Only the dead soldiers knew his whereabouts, and he was going to kill the assassin who had assassinated the king.

When everyone thought that they had killed all the soldiers, a soldier wearing the uniform of the Kingdom of Rhodok smiled slightly, it was the castle defender in the uniform of the enemy army, the only survivor of Fort Escott.

He was in charge of the guards of Graves I, and that night, the other four guards lay quietly on the ground, with a dagger cut through their necks. The soldier sneaked into Graves I's room, but he didn't fall asleep, and the two fought, and Graves I was stabbed twice, and the soldier was also stabbed in the shoulder, bleeding profusely.

Graivos I thus saved his life. No one knows how the wounded soldier left.

There were fears that this history would affect the reign of the kingdom of Rhodoc, but Greys I said, "Time washes everything." Under the modification of this sentence, the killers sent by Graves I got rid of many people who knew this historical process, and now the Duchy of Rodoc is gone, and no one knows about that history, and no one knows about that history, and no one tells it to the old.

As for the vanished Gruenwald, he killed the assassin of the king and appeared on the battlefield during the second expedition of the kingdom of Svadia, where he taught the soldiers with broadswords how to line up and how to fight.

When the enemy rushed, he rushed into the crowd wearing rusty old leather chain mail and carrying a faded broad shield on his back. There was no return.

A castle was built on a high mountainside, which was majestic and solid. And named after Gruenward.

"It's... That's what I'm going to tell you, the story of the pioneers. Grandpa said slowly, his face filled with nostalgia immersed in memories.

Parker listened silently, and Grandpa's old fingers gradually lost their strength, broke away from Parker's grasp, and trembled and pulled a piece of rusty iron from under the pillow.

Parker didn't know what it was, and his grandfather smiled as he placed it on his chest, a tear slipping from the corner of his eye. Parker could see that there were five edges on the piece of iron.

The old man stopped breathing and lay on the bed smiling, like a happy child. Parker trembled and pulled open his grandfather's sleeve, and there was a wide, long scar on the arm in the sleeve. (To be continued.) )