Thirty Spears (Middle)

('The stone bench in the center of the village is the masterpiece of Grandpa Wolfe, and it was a gift to the village chief from the priest who just moved from Cadgat that year.

The stone bench was originally just a huge rock whose roots were connected to the bottom at an unknown depth. It was located at the entrance of the village. It was short and ugly, and people hated dogs. The same short grandfather lay on the ground, listening to the sound of groundwater flowing under the rock, and said, "It's too big, at least half the size of the village square, and it's impossible to dig it out."

He looked carefully at the exposed part of the rock for a while, and said to the village chief with a smile: "There is a stone bench hidden here, and I will help you find it."

Grandpa stood in the village square for three days and three nights, asking for nothing but a small amount of food and water. The hammer and chisel worked on his hands, and no one could count the blisters on his grandfather's hands and the traces on the boulder. When people woke up on the third day, they found that the little priest was sitting majestically on the stone bench, left and right. On both sides is a miniature "Odin's Raven" statue, which is polished into a perfect curved surface according to the human body structure, smooth like the beautiful legs of a goddess.

The village chief was very happy, and organized the whole village to build the current yard of Wolfe's house within a few days. According to the ancestors, this is called helping each other and sharing privileges.

With this handicraft-like stone bench, the village chiefs of all ages can sit leisurely on the stone bench and watch the tenant farmers and self-cultivators work in the barren fields where there is not much oil and water to be squeezed, facing the loess and back to the sky. The style of a nobleman.

But today, the village chief Gretel dared not sit on that comfortable "throne" even though he had grown two bear galls. Because, sitting on it now is a real noble lord. Although everyone knows that the iron-clad village head and the running-water lord are nobles, nobles are nobles, and they can't help but dress handsomely in battle, have cool banners, and control the life and death of civilians.

If you give the lord a sideways glance in disdain, he can directly ask someone to pull out a Germanic sword and cut off your head.

Of course, now, Earl Ragnar didn't mean to look for trouble, but looked at the short and thin young man in front of him with great interest. He had seen too many peasants, village girls, noble lords and a big fool Same, dumb as a piece of wood. The young man named Wolf in front of him didn't have much fear or resistance to himself, except for being a little embarrassed.

"Are you the priest of this village? I heard Kailo and Tommen's evaluation of you, and I think you can be the leader of the recruits." Earl Ragnar's eyes were deep and intriguing, with long but A sleek beard.

A fine Germanic sword sat squarely on his lap. Under the broad noble fur robe, there is a thick thick leather nail armor. Compared with the shriveled and wretched village chief Old Gretel, he is like a character who came out of a myth.

"Yes, my lord." Wolfe replied neither humble nor humble. Tommen on one side patted his throat, and it seemed that he hadn't recovered yet. He quietly gave him a thumbs up with the other hand, but Kailo glanced at him and took it back embarrassingly. But Kailo turned his head and nodded to Wolfe with a rare smile. Wolfe thought: "This is also a kind-hearted person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside."

"Then do you think... Odin really exists?" Ragnar's voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it. But only Wolff changed his face: Ragnar spoke Swadian! ! And he was the only one among the illiterate who couldn't even write the runes of his own name who could understand the twisted Swadian.

Seeing Wolfe's uneasy expression, Old Glatter hurriedly tidied up his white and dehydrated jacket, and put on a smiling face like a good old man: "My lord, this child may not understand, you see... .."

Kailo came out calmly again, holding the old village chief by the neck like a mop and throwing him aside: "When adults talk, you should keep quiet!"

"We shouldn't question the existence of God Odin," Wolfe looked at the old village chief who looked like a battered face, and replied in Swadian, "He has been guiding us in the direction we are going."

Ragnar teased Wolff with a smile on his face: "Really? My child? Is Odin guiding you to be a young priest in this broken village for the rest of your life?"

Wolf's face turned red all of a sudden, and he didn't know how to answer timidly. It seemed that his worthless reputation had already broken through the small black currant village.

Ragnar laughed loudly, stood up and patted him on the shoulder, and said in Nord: "As long as a man is willing to take risks, there is always a chance. Come and see the little army you are about to lead."

Kailo, the red-haired regiment leader, waved his hand: "Bring up the thirty new soldiers!" A royal guard beside him immediately nodded, and strode towards a dilapidated courtyard not far away. Only then did Wolfe know that The big, dirty, shabby quarters were for recruits. A burst of hasty and irritable anger shouted the fast

Chickens and dogs jumping about in the falling apart yard. Wolfe could only vaguely see a group of busy figures looking for shields and Nord spears—as for the axe, it was something that all Nord warriors always had.

At this time Ragnar whispered in his ear in Swadian, "Child, I saw it in your eyes, and you also think that Odin is a fool who always cheats other people's beliefs! Because I didn't see you Foolish loyalty in the eyes!"

Wolfe also smiled: "Yeah, my ancestors never listened to him, so they came to the small village and don't have to listen to the Odin God's mercy. Now they live in style and ease. But without his (fart) cheating ( Eye) son, we may have lost their jobs and starved to death."

Ragnar's words were also very straightforward. He may not have seen someone with the same worldview as himself for a long time, and continued to speak in fluent Swadian: "Yeah! I didn't listen to his prophet either, Instead of farming the land in peace, I killed the old and unpromising lord and took people out to sea to plunder. Now that I have a lot of wealth and an army, I can also covet the rich Tiha... Power and wealth come from Don't knock on the door, fate will always be conquered by yourself!"

Wolfe was a little nervous: "My lord...I haven't even killed a chicken. I don't know if I can lead soldiers to fight, so..."

Ragnar said blankly: "It's too late to repent now. What we said before doesn't have to exist."

Watching the small army that is constantly assembled but has no array to talk about, it keeps advancing and magnifying in the eyes, and Wolfe, who has been muddling around and waiting to die, doesn't know how to make a choice.

It was the first time that Blackcurrant Village was so strange, yet so terrifying. The hand of fate seemed to hold his throat tightly, and then stabbed a blunt knife into his heart little by little. The numb and ordinary days made him feel as if he was being lead-infused, but he still hadn't forgotten. On the majestic Tiha Lighthouse, he once overlooked the world.

But war... is it child's play? People who don't understand war will have unrealistic fantasies about it, and reality is always cruel. When the cold sword cuts into a person's body, the blood will spurt more than a foot high with the wailing. No one cares about the life and death of others. The only thing you have to do is to pick up your ax and live hard.

As a child, Wolf would always hide at a distance when he listened to veterans' war stories. terrible! People who were alive and kicking just now floated motionless on the water like a thread of broken reeds in a blink of an eye. The unlucky dead cried out their misfortune in the River Styx, and the lucky survivors continued to kill more dead bodies of enemies and comrades-in-arms.

However, he could no longer escape. He seemed to have seen the backs of his ancestors who had disappeared beyond the horizon in humiliation. Odin's Valgra Temple shut them out on the old death bed, and their eyes were full of humiliating tears.

The worthless are looking at their worthless selves, and the worthless are looking forward to their worthless selves.

"My lord, I don't want to go back on my word, I just want to make a request."

Ragnar looked at this little man he wanted to give up in surprise: "What request?"

For the first time in his life, Wolfe knelt down on one knee as a subordinate of others: "I hope you can appoint a royal guard to be the coach of my army."

Ragnar smiled, not a tentative smirk: "Very good... Tommen! You don't have to worry about choking on apples anymore, come here, now you are Mr. Wolfe's bodyguard."

"Wolf, you will lead thirty spears to serve me. This is five hundred dinars. Yes, this is just a symbol. I know that the priest's family has savings. I need you to gather their gear, buy a boat."

Ragnar pointed to the thirty soldiers and said: "Don't feel wronged, Wolfe, because this is your own army, I will give you a high degree of freedom in army deployment...even more in the future!"

"Yes, my lord." Wolfe stood up and looked up. The tattered soldiers looked at him with their antique Nord short spears. The spearheads were rusty, but reflected Wolfe's eyes. , It was scorching heat that he himself had never seen before!