As its name suggests, the Far North Sea is located in the northern part of the continent of Kaos, bordering Mille to the north, and due to its extreme cold location in the north, the sea surface is full of ice floes, and the cold wind is constantly hitting like a sharp blade, making this expedition even more difficult. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although Vasilian's crusade against Miller has been prepared since the breakdown of the alliance between the two sides five years ago, the preparations for the war have exceeded expectations due to the continuous harassment of St. Lucas in the west, and every year batch after batch of recruits join the army in a daze. People won't know why the two countries, which were once allies, are suddenly on fire, and they don't want to know the answer to that question. People don't know when the war will end, just as they don't know why it broke out, they are just a drop in the ocean of power struggle, hoping to return to their homeland alive with the spoils of war and their salaries, but they don't know the final answer.

From leaving his hometown to join the army, to becoming a recruit, to being drafted into a landing unit, it all seemed like a momentary occurrence to Regulus, as if he had said goodbye to his sister at the entrance of the village yesterday and arrived on this ship today.

It's been a month since I left my hometown.

Regulus is supposed to have passed the twentieth year of his life, but for him himself, he no longer remembers his birthday, how old he must have been, and the answer to the question has been learned for many years from the aunt who sells flatbread at the entrance of the village. Regulus, who lost both parents since he was a child, was left with only Alyssa, a younger sister who was supposed to be five years younger than him, and this was also heard from his aunt. When I was a child, when I came back from cutting firewood in the mountains, I could always see my sister waiting at the entrance of the village, and my aunt would always take out hot baked cakes to take care of the young brother and sister. Regulus had no memory of his parents, he didn't even remember their faces, he almost forgot their names, he didn't know what they were made of, but he had heard from the villagers that their parents had been killed as hostages in the kingdom's battle with St. Lucas. All their parents left behind was their siblings and a tattered iron sword. Speaking of the iron sword, Regulus sat on the grass on the deck and drew the weapon at his waist—an iron sword full of rust and chips, which he would not necessarily need to melt the blacksmith for smelting. Regulus didn't know when he had the sword, and he had guessed that maybe his father had been in the army, and that the sword was his weapon. Looking at this sword, Regulus felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his heart - if there was anything that could interrupt his longing for his sister, it was only this sword.

"What, miss the girl, can't hold back the loneliness so soon?" said Sheehn, smiling.

"Good boy!" said Regulus, jumping off the haystack, "you regret not taking a few of Sir Sandor's girls on board!"

"Hey, you kid itchy skin!" "Shein strode forward and clasped Regulus's neck with one arm, "Well, I've never missed this trick, admit defeat!"

Without saying a word, Regulus grabbed his arm with both hands, shrank down, and wrapped his hand around him, instead clasping Schine's hands behind his back, and Schine fell to the deck with an unsteady center of gravity. Shein's jaw slammed against the hard plank, his head buzzing, and his hands were locked behind Regulus's back, unable to move.

"How's it going, have you thrown in the towel?" Regulus didn't seem to exert much effort, and there was a sense of ease in his tone.

Shein wanted to break free and get up, but no matter how hard he tried, his arms could not move a single inch when he was locked by Regulus's one-hand, and although he was unwilling, he had to soften his breath and say, "Okay, okay, I admit defeat!"

Regulus let go of his hand, and Hune was finally able to get up from the ground, twisting his neck and flicking his arm again—it seemed to have hurt him a lot. He seemed to feel embarrassed, and looked around to see if anyone had seen this, but fearing that Regulus would notice his intentions, he looked around the deck while pretending to be active, but fortunately the weather was too cold, and the soldiers were drinking and warming themselves in the cabin, and no one had the leisure to watch them fight. Sheen's face was full of helplessness, and his originally swarthy face made people feel three points whiter at the moment.

Speaking of cold weather, a cold wind blew, and Hune sneezed heavily, and the cotton armor was no longer enough to withstand the biting cold wind. Only then did he notice that Regulus beside him was wearing only a lined cloth coat, barefoot, and in this far-northern land where his spit could freeze immediately, Regulus's outfit was really incredible.

"I say, don't you kid feel cold?" Hunn rubbed his palms and shuddered, "Let's go in! I'm about to be a popsicle!"

It would take nearly twenty days to make the voyage to Miller, and more than half of Vasilian's vanguard were still recruits who had never experienced a real battlefield, and how to make the recruits become real warriors in a limited time became the top priority of the commander in charge of each ship. For Regulus, hard training was indispensable every day, training began an hour before sunrise, sword swinging and assassination training were essential, and combat and physical training became a daily routine. Like Regulus, many of the recruits did not use the weapons issued by the troops, but instead used the weapons they brought with them when they joined the army, such as Karl "Big Mouth" (it is said that no secret could stay in his mouth for more than ten seconds), and he brought with him a delicate broadsword, which, according to him, was the weapon that his grandfather used when he participated in the Crusade. When Targarion IV sat on the throne, in order to make up for his father's mistakes, regain the hearts and minds of the people, establish the prestige of the kingdom, open the treasury and distribute it to the people, and launched a crusade against Redcross in the east of the continent of Kaos. That battle would later become one of the most famous battles in Vassilian's history, culminating in the complete defeat of RedCross's regime and the incorporation of the entire kingdom into its own territory. Tatsuji, nicknamed "Golden Gun", also uses his own spear, and his nickname has another meaning besides his weapon.

However, no one's weapons are more inconspicuous than Regulus's iron sword, most of them bring their own weapons because their weapons are more powerful and handy than those issued uniformly, and Regulus's iron sword, although he wipes it every day, has long been tattered and lost its edge, compared with the weapons of the kingdom used by most people, it is much inferior, perhaps it is the inexplicable intimacy in Regulus's heart, when the quartermaster suggested that he change his weapon, he decisively rejected the commander's kindness.

Regulus was on Ship No. 1, where Commander-in-Chief York was, so it was not uncommon for recruits to see York patrolling during training. York is only twenty-eight years old now, and he is considered young among the knights, and he can become the deputy head of the Knights of the Holy Light at a young age, and he has the supreme honor of the kingdom, which makes the warriors envious, and they also admire the strength of the commander from the bottom of their hearts.

York's origins have always been a mystery among the people, no one knows York's family history before he joined the Knights, and York's childhood friends have never appeared around him, so there are many versions of York's rumors.

"I've heard that Lord York is of noble origin, and that there are four beautiful ladies in his family!" said Carr, "Big Mouth."

"Your rumors are unreliable!" said Oliver, the "," "I have inquired and learned that Lord York's great-grandfather was the kingdom's legendary 'The Rock' Sir Axis, the most effective general under Targarion I!"

Regulus didn't say a word, didn't participate in the discussion, he looked at York in the corner of the deck, looking down in contemplation, and felt in his eyes that he had a strong ambition, that he must have had some extraordinary experience, and that his life story should not be as simple as the warriors legendary.

"If you've had enough discussions, give me good training!" said Adjutant Gaka, "There are few reliable legends, so instead of guessing here, you should honestly hone yourself to the level of being able to join the Knights, and then Lord York will ask you a good question!"

After the hard training of the day, the night is a time for the soldiers to drink and have fun. The warriors drank heavily, but there was not much meat to give them a drink, so they had to make up for it with their past affairs.

"I don't feel comfortable on this wrecked ship where there are no girls! I miss Lori's brothel so nostalgic! There's a girl who is attracted to me and falls in love with me, and begs me to ransom her!" Tatsuji wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth with his thick arm and took a big sip of wine. Tatsuji claimed that he was the son of a rich family in Lori in the past, but due to the outbreak of the war, his family was in decline, so he could only come to join the army. But those who know his details reveal that he is just a gangster in the back alley of Lori, gambling and robbing all day long, and going to brothels to squander gold coins. So he said that he knew the brothels and girls in Lori well, which was still a little credible.

"You kid was carried away by the ****!" Oliver leaned back in his chair leisurely, took a sip of wine, slammed his foot on the table, and said, "You believe the prostitute's words, I guarantee she just sent you out the door, and it wasn't long before she said the same thing to the next client!"

"Don't be too sure, maybe they're really in love with our Datz!" said Hunn, who had just walked in with Regulus, "Regulus, what do you think of our 'Sir Sandor II'?"

"Maybe, fall in love with his 'Golden Gun'!"

As soon as the words fell, a burst of laughter broke out around him, Oliver choked on half of the wine, Carl laughed and turned off the table, and the simple-minded Tatsuji was stunned for a while at first, and when he realized the meaning of the words, his face turned red for a while, Tatsuji felt that he had lost face, but when he looked at Regulus, he didn't dare to vent his resentment, so he had to laugh with everyone stupidly.

Before you know it, it's been ten days of sailing.

The whole day was gray, cold and scary, and it seemed that even the feeling of a person could be numb. It was already in the center of the Far North Sea, and the fleet slowed down its voyage for safety reasons due to the increasing amount of ice floe on the sea. The warriors were already covered in thick coats, but the cold wind could always seize the gaps and burrow through the layers of wool and leather and into the bones of men.

On the deck, Regulus, still dressed in cloth, was wielding his iron sword, trying to figure out some new move, and the winter coat issued by the troops had long since been thrown aside by him on the grounds that it was too bulky to interfere with his movements.

"People say Stan Arryn of Oden is an 'ice ghost', I think you are a veritable 'ice ghost', don't you feel cold?" "Sheen wrapped his coat tightly, his whole body still shivering involuntarily, and as soon as he came out of the cabin, his hair was ruffled by the oncoming cold wind, and a few ice particles suddenly condensed on his head with the heat of the room. He couldn't find Regulus in the crowd of people laughing in the cabin, so he concluded that he had gone outside to blow the wind again.

"It's a bit cold now, but I can't resist the desire to practice the sword every day, as if the sword attracts and hints at me. Seeing that it was Sheen, Regulus stopped his practice and stepped forward.

"It's a little cold?!Oh, come on, your wording really makes me think we're not from the same world!" Hunne shook his head helplessly, deciding not to dwell on anything that was beyond his knowledge, "Hey, show me that 'magical' sword of yours." ”

"What 'magic' is, it's just a very ordinary sword. Regulus said, handing out his iron sword.

"You've brought your own weapon, too, but your sword doesn't look as good as the army's mass-produced goods!" said Sheane, tossing his sword, "It's light." He slashed at the barrel next to him, only a small crack, "I said, can you really kill the enemy with this rag?"

"Maybe it's because I'm skilled, I don't think my sword is worse than the troops," Regulus said, taking back his iron sword, taking a deep breath, his right hand gripping the hilt, and slashing at the barrel, which in half in an instant, was so smooth that it was a blunt sword. "Look, I'm used to it, it's different!"

Shein's eyes widened, and he didn't realize what was happening, let alone the figure behind him.

"Well done, you guys. From behind Sheyne came the bland words, so bland that they did not look like a compliment—and when Sheine came back to his senses, he finally realized that it was not a compliment at all—and Commander York stepped out of the shadows without a word.

"About... York long... "Sheyne ......looked at the barrel that had been split in half—the flour had been spilled all over the place, and it was the raw material for the usual meal—and knew that they were in trouble, and looked at the chief in front of him with trepidation, but York showed no anger, at least not in the slightest on his face.

"You two, you don't have dinner today, go to the deck and swing your sword for three hours. ”

Sheine and Regulus walked helplessly towards the wind and snow, and Hune seemed to be aggrieved, and only wanted to give Regulus a knife beside him.

York looked down at the barrel that had been split in half, "That kid seems to have some ability. ”