Thirty Spears (Part 2)

(' Winter is here and Greenland is covered in ice and snow.

Old Gretel sat in his house, listening to the howling wind outside, and never felt so sad. His four or five children followed their mother in silence to eat on a long mat in the other corner of the room, giving up their seats to two men.

Wolf opposite Gretel was silent, just silently drinking the Vikia red wine mixed with water.

It had been two months since the last time I saw Earl Ragnar. Wolfe seemed to have grown a little bit taller, and there were redness and bruises on the left corner of his face that had just subsided.

But Wolfe's back was straight, and he looked the same as before, but it was indescribably strange.

"Cough." Old Gretel cleared his throat and asked Wolfe, "What you said is true? Why can't I believe it?"

Wolfe smiled, poured himself some more wine, and said unhurriedly: "I can't believe it, but since my ancestors, the temperature in Greenland has been recorded. Before my father died One year, he issued his first warning."

"What warning?" Gretel squinted his eyes and asked the young man who was increasingly incomprehensible to him. "He never mentioned it to anyone."

"Yeah, I never mentioned it to anyone, but I'm his son." Wolfe put a dozen drafts on the table (paper appeared in the middle and late Middle Ages), old Gretel flipped through, But I found that it was an unfamiliar style of writing, and I couldn't understand a single word.

Wolfe saw the doubts of the old village chief Gretel, nodded and picked up the perfectly bound draft: "This is the Rhodok language from the southwest of Calradia, and it is Swadian to some extent. Simplified version. I dare say that within a hundred miles around the city of Cadgat, there is no second person who can understand it."

"Our family is very unpromising, but we are very smart. And the interests are extremely wide... and very similar." Wolf opened the title page "This is the test record for the temperature in Greenland. The first page is mine. Great-grandpa recorded it. If we hadn't put a big bucket of water at the door and recorded the volume of ice cubes at different time periods, how could we do that? You don't understand Archimedes' law... (Old Gretel turned pale ) we found that the maximum volume of both water and ice is within a certain temperature range (4°C) and decreases on both sides."

"Just one year before my father's death, he made a precise regular analysis and found that in the past fifty years since then, it was the coldest time in Greenland." While looking at the old Gretel's increasingly ugly face, "Alas, in Greenland, the temperature determines the grain production. This year's poor harvest is just the beginning of a nightmare."

Gretel was silent for a while, and then reluctantly raised his glass: "So, you have enough food for 500 people to survive the winter? It's terrible...Adding the surplus food, it's enough for 3,000 people to survive the winter ...No wonder, you bought at such a low price...all the stocks of the unlucky guy who returned from Calradia but only grabbed ten shipments of food? No wonder, you asked me to guard the cave in the back mountain Secret...how long has your family been plotting?"

"It's just a hobby." Wolfe said with a smile, "I just hope to find more people to go to sea with me, and I hope you don't mind too much."

"Do you mind?" Old Gretel said with a bitter face, "Boy, are you asking if I mind letting the whole village starve to death? You can freely recruit troops in the village."

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"Nonsense!" Gretel piled himself into the back chair, showing a tiredness that he had never felt before, "But, don't forget, you! You came from the black currant village, treat them well... "

Suddenly, the children's cheerful shouts sounded outside the door: "Wolf! The leather armor that Wolfe ordered from Cadgat has arrived! And the gun head! It's all new and can't be newer!"

Old Gretel's face turned brighter. "I actually hope that your martial luck will last forever. You will be a good leader. These things cost all your savings! It's really interesting. I haven't seen a lord do this before."

Wolf grinned: "No! There are three thousand dinars and the birdcage left! Please help me make a shield quickly, a shield..."

"I know, I know, ten dinars for a bag of wheat for a special mother!" The village chief shouted, "Go away! You worthless boy!"

Just when Wolfe was about to walk out the door, he heard the old man say behind his back: "Wolf...Greenland...is there really no hope? We were born here and we will die here ..."

Wolfe wanted to answer, but the old man waved his hand: "Forget it, I don't want to hear the news that makes people want to commit suicide anymore...Let me be quiet...I am the same anyway, black The village chief of Galen Village...cough cough, let's go..."

"Wolf! Wolfe!" Poor Wolfe had just carefully left the village chief's house when a big man pulled him over. A bastard, with a hundred people, wants to steal our things!"

"What!" Wolf watched his thirty soldiers gathered in the village square, yelling excitedly around an old man in a shabby cloak, knowing that something was wrong again. Hurriedly walking over, Tommen followed behind and yelled at the soldiers like headless flies: "!@#￥%...&*(dirty word)!!! You pigs! What are you doing! Forgot Have you finished your sentence yet?"

Everyone looked at Wolfe in awe, not at Tommen. In the past one and a half months, Wolfe's move has impressed them.

First, he persisted in Toman's devil training every day with great perseverance: ten kilometers of armed cross-country every day with all the soldiers, three hundred shield raising movements (his shield is thickened), five hundred spear stabs, five A hundred chops. As well as the single combat practice that Tommen specially takes care of, other people's opponents are companions, and his opponent will always be Tommen, who is as terrible as a bear.

At the beginning, Wolfe would fall down until he passed out and was dragged off the stage before he could complete 300 shield lifts. Everyone laughed disdainfully, and even opened a handicap to bet on which level Wolff can last.

The twenty soldiers in the neighboring village also knew Wolfe's evaluation from his mouth, "Cut! A worthless one!" Already up and clamoring. Wolfmo said about leadership and command, everyone worried that he would faint in a war, and dragged a soldier to take care of him. Some soldiers even approached Tommen privately, hoping that he could apply to Ragnar to take over the command. Of course, Toman knew the IQ of his current boss, so he naturally didn't doubt it, but just said lightly: "Wait, the commander will not be me."

On the twentieth day, people discovered that Wolfe had actually received Tommen's first punch. People stopped laughing and began to face up to the leader they had only recognized in name before. Of course, no one ever showed him great respect, just a greeting at the beginning of the meeting.

On the thirtieth day, Wolfe, who was beaten up every day by Tommen, hit Tommen's jaw, and the soldiers applauded thunderously: "Wolf! Good job!"

On the thirty-fifth day, Luther, a fellow villager who looked down on him most in the past, faced Wolfe's scarred face and eagle or wolf-like resolute eyes, and lowered his once proud head to him: "Boss, we May I call your head?"

Wolfe smiled: "Of course. Luther, has your mother received the wheat?"

The tower-like man unexpectedly choked up with sobs: "Thank you boss, my family won't starve to death this year..."

"That's good!" Wolf patted Luther on the back, "Let's go! Come with me to deliver food, there are eighteen brothers whose families are hungry!"

On the fortieth day, thirty spears gathered in the square. They put on the best clothes in their lives, cut their right index finger, raised the ax on Wolfe's head, and shouted with red eyes : "I swear in the name of God Odin! I will be loyal to my only leader, Wolf, throughout my life! No matter in the world or in the Temple of Valgla!"

Tommen gave the pig-faced Wolff a thumbs-up.

Wolf laughed, even though he still couldn't beat any soldier one-on-one, even though he knew he had lost the savings of generations. .

On the fiftieth day, everyone got used to Wolff's unique training and tossing. They could hold fir logs and yell and wade across the neck-deep lake at minus 20 degrees, because Wolfe was always the one who walked in the front, followed by the burly Tommen.

Now, on the sixty-third day, Wolfe listened to the old man's intermittent narration: "Oh, a group of mobs, want my leather armor? And tell me to take a look at it and hand it over?"

The old man was obviously frightened, and he glanced at the soldiers lined up like statues around him: "Yes, my lord. Your... soldiers are so quiet and scary... and their eyes are so terrifying ."

Thirty-two voices laughed at the same time, and Wolf pulled out the ax that had never been used, and the handle of the ax had been slightly curved by him.

"It's been a hundred and sixteen years!" Wolff took a big step on the leather carriage and raised his ax high. "No one in my family has ever taken up a weapon!"

All the warriors stood straight and listened to Wolfe's words. They came from different villages, grew up eating different kinds of wheat, had different personalities and experiences, but now they looked at the same man, ready to fight for him alone.

"These sixteen years!" Wolfe's voice reached everyone's ears, "The only thing I've ever touched that looked like a weapon was a mop!"

Everyone laughed, and Wolfe also laughed: "I have never killed anyone! But, it does not mean that I am not worthy of fighting!"

"I, Wolfe, for sixteen years, except for these 60 days, have been living in darkness! No one has ever looked down on me!" Wolfe heard his voice so sonorous and powerful, even not far away The villagers also put down their work and listened to "Because I am worthless!"

Wolff glanced at faces as young as himself, each of them clenched the fists of the ax handle like himself: "Now, there is another donkey who wants to force me to be worthless! Tell you, I, no! Father! Wolfe! I won't give him a buckle!"

"Let us put on our leather armor, put on our new spearheads, lift up the shields our kin have made for us, and kill them!" Wolfe found himself roaring! "I, will win!"

"Kill them!" Luther and Tommen yelled. "Wolf must win!"

"Kill them!" shouted the soldiers. "Wolf must win!"

"Kill them!" shouted all the soldiers. "Wolf must win!"

Father, did you see it? Wolf has grown up.