Carefully selected the soldiers who can lead this battle, plus the main soldiers drawn from other squads, Ron's trip to the salt works, or possible raid mission, has a total of 20 people, all of whom have performed the best in all aspects in the past few days.

They were accompanied by Sadie and Carl, but not as commanders but as personal guards beside Ron, and if they encountered any terrain danger that would cause a lot of damage to this team, then they would cover Ron all the way to win strategic points, even if it was sacrifice.

Of course, after witnessing the combat effectiveness of these two god-killers, Ron felt that it was pure worry that he would think that the two of them might be sacrificed.

Everyone had enough food to make their way from the salt works, and Ron, seeing that the weather was starting to get worse before they left, asked the women to prepare an extra amount of air-dried meat for each soldier to replenish their energy on the way.

After receiving a whole large piece of jerky the size of black bread, the morale of the soldiers was almost visibly high, although there had been meat to eat for several days in a row, but it was because in order to celebrate the survival of the people of the village from the bandit and the hope of the appearance of Ron and the others, in fact, in this era when large-scale farming was impossible, the meat eaten in the previous days had almost emptied the village's storage.

If it weren't for the fact that Ron led the legionnaires to hunt an unusually large wild boar, and that the villagers had a wonderful harvest for various reasons in the following days, they would have had to wait until spring to come and go to the sea to fish after the ice thawed.

For example, in the previous two days, when the whole village was busy building fortifications, they also ate starchy staples such as grains. So you can imagine how ecstatic these soldiers were when they were about to set off, and the soldiers who were not selected to participate in this operation were also very unhappy, but after the initial envy, jealousy and hatred of many emotions passed, they were even more crazy in their hearts and wanted to follow the expedition.

Next time, be sure to be chosen!

At this time, the season of the continent of Calradia has reached the depths of winter, and the largest cold air mass originating in the northernmost part of the continent carries a seemingly endless chill to every part of the continent, and the hinterland of the once great empire is an endless and flat fertile land, and these plains provide the empire with a steady supply of large food output, and it maintains a trend of expansion.

But the vast plains also mean that the cold air from the north can pass through unimpeded to the southernmost point, and at this point in time when Ron led the team to set off, even the Asselai nomads in the deep desert unconsciously tightened their robes.

This winter, it seems, is exceptionally cold.

The good weather that had occurred a few days ago seemed to be a collective false memory in everyone's minds, or just a brief return to the light of the weather, in short, it was not too far to make Ron and the legionnaires walk for three whole days, because the wind and snow were so exaggerated that they couldn't even see beyond a meter in words, and the snow had completely blocked the road, and it took a huge effort to take every step forward.

And in just three days, before they could make contact with the enemy they might encounter, the Northern Boar Legion had already suffered its first casualties.

The Stirgian soldiers were all made of steel and permafrost, and they had survived the bitter cold of the march at high intensity, no one complained and no one spoke, and by the time Ron realized that someone had been left behind, they had already gone far away.

So they had to leave the frozen soldier where he was and bury him when they returned or when the weather improved.

On the vast snowy plains, they were still marching alone.

But they weren't the only ones marching alone on this vast snowfield.

"Hey...... Ooh! ”

The thick beard shook with the roar that stirred the eardrums, shaking off the ice slag that had condensed on it, and a long-lasting and powerful sound burst out from the man's chest, echoing in the white ice field layer by layer.

"Hey....... Ooh!!! ”

The man's roar was answered, first with a low but unusually neat chirping, which could easily have reminded one of the imperceptible but dangerous undercurrents beneath the surface of the sea, and this undercurrent had burst through the sea after the low chirps had dragged on long enough!

"There's that treasure chest in the sea, there's that treasure in the sea! Oooo ”

The man who led the singing continued to sing in his hoarse voice the ballad that belonged only to those of them who made a living in the sea, his voice was not good, but there was an indescribable feeling when he sang, and one could see the mast erected like a bayonet and the bulging sails, the deck soaked with rum, and the chests full of gold coins.

He sang with a very high voice, but then he sang with his voice and his voice was not low, except for the occasional noise at hand, he could barely keep up.

"There's that sea monster in the sea, there's that sea monster in the sea! Oooo ”

The lyrics of the song are extremely simple, and the melody is not too sublime, not to mention that compared to the court musicians of the countries of the continent of Calradia, even the drunken drunks in the taverns everywhere hum ballads that are hundreds of times better than the songs they sing.

Because of the music theory, if you want to use the way of singing to interpret, it is naturally indispensable to the mouthpiece in the mouth, lips and cheeks of various changes, the slightest mistake may make a piece of music go different, but it is precisely by relying on this kind of superb skills that the moving points of a beautiful piece of music can be vividly displayed.

But that's not the case with this group's singing, each lyric ends with a powerful tone, and the new one starts at a volume much higher than the previous one.

Stacking sentences on top of each other, it sounds as if you're really on top of the stormy and gloomy sea, and the waves that can crush the town are sweeping through your body wave after wave!

This song has no skills, it's all feelings, it's all roaring!

Yes, only a hoarse roar, for on the perilous sea, which could be killed at any time by the changeable weather and the treacherous hearts of men, only a desperate roar could unite all of them —

"Kill, !!"

"Rob !!"

"Burn !!"

"Run, !!!!"

The man raised the pointed hammer in his hand, kicked his left foot backwards, and then suddenly exerted force on his lower back, aiming at the gap that everyone had dug slightly on the ice with all their might, and almost smashed it with all the strength of his hands.

Boom!

Ice chips splashing.

"There's that treasure chest in the sea, there's that treasure in the sea! Oooo ”

"There's that sea monster in the sea! There's that kraken in the sea! Oooo ”

"We sailors are not afraid! We pirates are not afraid! Oooo ”

"Looting the treasure?"

"Change!"

"Killed a man?"

"Crane bow!"

On the ice, with the man's hard work, cracks spread out like cobwebs.

On the other side of the men's work, the pirate ship, which had long since run out of power, bulged out as if it had been struck by that hammer, as if it was finally about to sail.