The cold wind blew the Great Wall day after day, and Boris repeated the dirty and menial chores in the Crow Castle day after day. He has a deep grudge, but he has nothing to do. He misses his hometown, the prosperity of the city of Kislev, the warmth of home, the face of Dennis, her warmth, and the happy times with her. Here, however, he had nothing, not even accurate information......

The caravan of horsemen transporting supplies told him that there was no fighting in the south, no large-scale fighting in Kislev, and that Rhodes, the king of the north, had led his legions directly into the city. In other words, my father gave up the city defenses, opened the city gates, and let the northern legions enter the city...... Well...... If it were me, I would do the same...... However, he will be retaliated by the Tsar! Pavel must hate my family to death. I slept with his woman, and my father took refuge in his enemies. Pavel will definitely take revenge...... Boris thought to himself, worried.

He wanted to know more about the outcome of the rebellion of the nobles, but the groom apparently knew only that, and no more information was known. All that was known was that the city of Kislev was very calm, so calm that it seemed that there had never been any turmoil, and the Northern Legion entered the city and took over the city defenses. The tsar still stayed honestly in his palace......

Watching the convoy drift away in the wind and snow, Boris didn't know when the next time they came, he could only look forward to it in his heart, because only when the convoy came, he could get a little bit of information from the outside world.

"Hey, toad, come here, dump the bucket. I'm going to soak my feet, damn it, this weather has froze my feet, but luckily my dick isn't freezing. ”

Boris looked up in the direction from which the voice came, and the scar veteran Mikhail was taking off his boots and swearing. Boris was in no mood to pay attention to him, and all the emotions in his heart, such as worry, remorse, and self-blame, were entanglement in him, making him have no intention of doing anything else.

"Damn it, talk about you, recruit eggs, come here, get me the dung bucket and pour it out!"

Scar shouted, but Boris remained unmoved. He was irritable, and the resentment in his heart was accumulating.

Seeing that he didn't react, the veteran jumped down from the bed, walked behind the young man, and grabbed his shoulder, but Boris was still motionless, the veteran was angry, his palm tightened, but he still couldn't shake the young man in front of him for half a minute. Suddenly, Boris got up and pushed the veteran behind him away.

Scar fell to the ground, and the broom and sieve were smashed to pieces and pressed on him.

"Damn bunny, if I don't teach you a lesson today, you don't know that this is the boss. ”

As soon as the words fell, Scar rushed forward, but Boris made a simple dodge that made Scar pounce. The annoyed Scar ignored it completely, pounced on it, and smashed his fist into Boris's face. The room was too small, Boris had nowhere to dodge, he could only hard, he grabbed Scar's collar, and smashed the iron fist on the other party's face, and within a few strokes, the veteran Scar was already covered with blood. But Boris was still angry, picked up his bloody fist, and continued to smash it.

"Stop! Damn! What are you doing!"

At the door, the thunderous roar of Ranger Hans was heard.

Hans, who was as strong as an ox, pushed away the crazy Boris and dragged the Scar Veteran from the ground, blood squeezing out of his eye sockets and wetting his collar.

"Arrest him!"

Ranger Hans shouted, and the two Crow Castle guards immediately rushed into the house, and the last shred of reason suppressed the anger in Boris's heart.

He knew that if he continued to get angry, the consequences would be out of control. On his own, he couldn't kill everyone here. Even if you kill everyone, what can you do? In that case, you will inevitably become the public enemy of Kislev, and then you will not be able to go back to the capital in this life, and Dennis will never see you in this life. Thinking of this, Boris released his clenched fist and allowed the two guards to tie him up.

"Today's business is not over, recruit, what's your name?"

The Ranger asked loudly.

"Boris, Boris Boka. ”

Boris puffed out his chest and returned proudly.

"Boris Boka, your father is Vladimir?"

A hint of doubt crossed the ranger's face, his tone still serious.

"Exactly. ”

Boris held his head high and continued to answer haughtily.

Hahahaha......

Unexpectedly, the Ranger captain laughed playfully.

"If you are Boris, then I am the Great Lord of the North, Rod. Hahahaha......"

The laughter continued like a flock of crows.

Boris was silent, he knew that the other party would not believe it, yes, even he couldn't believe it, the son of the former majestic commander of the Snow Eagle Legion had been reduced to hard labor on the Great Wall...... With a bunch of bandits, hooligans......

"Lock him up, this matter is not over, I will report to the commander-in-chief. Damn, I haven't encountered such an arrogant recruit since the construction of Blackcrow!"

The Ranger captain put down the harsh words, and Boris was pushed out of the door by two guards, holding him by the arm.

......

"He said he was Boris, the son of Vladimir?"

In the highest room of Blackcrow, Commander-in-Chief Warwick Carr asked with a calm face.

"Yes, that's what he said. ”

Ranger Captain Hans replied.

"So, do you believe it?"

The commander asked rhetorically.

In the past few years, how many crazy people have been accepted here, and none of them have kept shouting which way god they are, and as a result, none of them have passed the recruit period. ”

Hans picked up the wine bag and began to drink. While not forgetting to mock these soldiers who were sent.

"You said he crippled Scar?"

Warwick then asked.

"Well, that's true, if I had been a few minutes late, Scar would have been a corpse. He is really ruthless, his fists are to the flesh, and his fists are bloody. ”

"A recruit, a few punches of kung fu, beating our veteran half to death?"

Warwick's question froze Ranger Captain Hans...... He couldn't answer for a while, if he wanted to say that this recruit was powerful, and no one would admit it, then, the veteran was beaten all over the ground and looked for teeth, then it could only be said that the soldiers of Blackcrow Fort were waste......

"I looked through the list of recent recruits, and there was a nobleman sent from the capital. ”

Warwick frowned and whispered.

"It can't be Boris either, how could the son of Vladimir be exiled here?"

Hans still disagrees that this is a coincidence.

"Then let him try, give him a sword, and see what he can do. The Great Wall needs warriors, whether they are reckless men or warriors, you will know it when you try. ”

The commander closed the list manual and whispered.