Most of the mercenaries bring their own weapons, but if it is an organized mercenary group like the Red Wolf Regiment, the ordinary mercenaries at the lower level still have relatively standardized weapons - and this is even a benefit provided by the group, those who join the group can get the right to use a set of weapons, and if they want, they can get ownership after serving for a period of time. But it seems that the captain, cavalry and those elite skirmishers all have personal weapons, Zhou Zhongmou is like this, now the patterned steel two-handed sword in his hand and the half-body chain mail on his body are his own, and the helmet is too stuffy for him to wear it.

Although the two-handed greatsword is made of folded pattern steel, which is both sharp and tough, it still needs to be maintained. Especially Zhou Zhongmou has already used it to cut several people, although his excellent skills make him always cut from the joints, but the blade still needs maintenance. He took his two-handed sword to the blacksmith's tent, of course, these blacksmiths were hired professionals in the regiment, and they did not go to war, and at the same time the income was good. "Hey, what a good sword!" a blacksmith grabbed Zhou Zhongmou's sword after getting his permission, raised it to his eyes, and looked at the hilt of the sword to the tip of the sword. The blade is very straight, and the center of gravity is also very moderate, which is very easy to hold at the punch in front of the hilt, and it is also easy to slash. The beautiful patterns on the sword body look so fascinating from all angles. The blacksmith carefully examined the blade of the sword, and found that there was nothing to repair, so he dried it with a cloth and took out a jar of grease. The blacksmith very carefully applied grease to the body of the sword and slowly rubbed it with another cloth. Zhou Zhongmou leaned on the side and looked at this guy while maintaining his two-handed sword, and sighed that this was really a good sword. "That's right. Mr. Sred Gemir. Does this sword have a name?"

"Oh. Not really. I think it's just a weapon. I don't think there's a need for a name. Zhou Zhongmou didn't know much about the situation of specially naming weapons, but this blacksmith looked like he was hell, "Such a good folding pattern sword, and you are a powerful warrior, this sword will definitely become a legend." ”

"Aha, I'm sorry for you. Let's call it Twilight. The blade is dull and moire, so it should be considered the twilight of dusk. Zhou Zhongmou said a little lazily, anyway, there is indeed a good-sounding word in the ancient Berken language that means twilight. "Then you do me a favor. Engrave this word on the jaw and hilt of the sword. Zhou Zhongmou gave instructions to the blacksmith, and the blacksmith named Hamilton muttered to himself, "Twilight, twilight." Then, according to Zhou Zhongmou's meaning, he helped him use a small chisel to write this word, and for a moment, the blacksmith seemed to see the countless blood light and dim aura on the blade, and this guy shuddered.

In fact, in this era, the sword forged by Zhou Zhongmou is just a sharp two-handed sword, not as there were all kinds of enchanted magic swords and artifacts like thousands of years ago, but even Zhou Zhongmou himself had a strange premonition after giving this name - this sword seems to become a legend after all?

It didn't last long, and after grease and wiping it off several times, the blacksmith Hamilton put the greatsword back into its scabbard, and the black cowhide scabbard was ordinary. There's nothing flashy about it at all. Zhou Zhongmou thanked him, hung the big sword on his waist, put down a silver coin, and turned out of the tent. This time has passed. For the first time, he lay comfortably in bed and fell asleep. Zhou Zhongmou's horses are naturally taken care of by the servant Hann, and the teenagers in the average mercenary family always start their debut as servants of the older mercenaries - this kind of work allows them to quickly learn how to integrate into the team, and at the same time ensure a certain amount of safety, and learn the experience of surviving on the battlefield. It is also in this process that their elders can see where the child can go in the future, and some children who show ability will get more and greater opportunities. In fact, not only mercenary families, but almost all the children of military aristocratic families made their debut in this way, starting from serving as an acolyte of officers and knights, and gradually learning how to become a soldier.

Although Han En didn't say it himself, Zhou Zhongmou could guess that he was most likely the heir of someone in the head of the regiment or the deputy head of the regiment, and Zhou Zhongmou's strength and skills during the assessment, as well as the most important knowledge and mystery, made everyone think that he was likely to be from a broken aristocratic family, which made this guy's worth a little more noble. For Zhou Zhongmou, daily swordsmanship practice is not necessary, his skills are natural, and his body has never degraded - he also did not exercise much on Remilet Island, but he can still become a strong overlord-level ancient dragon species, and he does find that even if he does not exercise, the results of his previous training will not be lost. So unlike the others, Zhou Zhongmou is really lazy, this guy often wanders around the camp with his hands in his hands, watching others practice their combat skills and queues, but he is not annoying - because Zhou Zhongmou never talks nonsense, most of the time he just looks at it and doesn't speak. "This is really a classical military column, let me think about it, how many years ago was the last time I saw a similar battle formation? It seems to be before the rise of Remilet Island" Zhou Zhongmou thought about this thing, and unconsciously compared the scenery in front of him with the battle formation in his memory.

Even if he felt that the level of this exercise was sparse, Zhou Zhongmou didn't intend to say it, in his opinion, this level should be enough on the battlefield, and he always clearly knew that this world was no longer the world of the past. In the absence of supernatural powers, it should be enough for soldiers who are not able to practice vindictiveness and the like to do this far, because their opponents are likely to be inferior to them. However, Zhou Zhongmou's days of wandering around didn't last a few days, and soon he got a notice specially sent by Hann, "Gather early tomorrow morning, and then there will be a commission." Zhou Zhongmou recognized the words on the parchment, raised his head and asked, "What kind of commission?" Hann immediately took out a roll of paper and handed it to Zhou Zhongmou. "You'll be done with me at first. Zhou Zhongmou muttered and unfolded the scroll in his hand.

"The task of attacking the enemy's warehouses of replenishing military supplies on the front line? This seems to be a rather easy task, and indeed thirty soldiers are dispatched. Zhou Zhongmou looked at what was recorded in the scroll, this time the attack will involve thirty soldiers of the regular army, and the Red Wolf Regiment will also send about fifty mercenaries to serve as the main force to occupy this warehouse that provides supplies for the front line. This kind of strangulation battle has been going on for more than a hundred years, and the battle between the White Eagle Kingdom and the Grizzly Kingdom is surrounded by fortresses on the border, and such battles are simply commonplace. (To be continued......)