Fairy’s Box

In 1495 of the New Year, on a winter evening, the battleship Cavill, carrying the expanded personnel of the Knights of the Holy Armor, set off from the east coast of the vice capital Thrace, crossed the Mediterranean Sea to the Atlantic Ocean, and passed through the coast of Tarago, Off the coast of Gaul, head to the Celtic islands.

Relying on the ultra-high speed of the battleship, it is expected to arrive at Celtic Island after 18 days of voyage. In a little more than two weeks, the knights need to carry out some temporary reorganization and training.

For a group of natural disaster knights, this level of training is just a symbolic ritual. Even a rookie like Yalei has undergone standard military training and adapts very quickly.

The assault battalion spearmen are not pikemen in a broad sense, but a variant of the ancient heavy cavalry, mainly used for front line breakthroughs, strike flanks, and tactical interspersed.

Of course, they don't have a toy like a mount either. For the Scourge Knight, the adult Vam is a fragile item, and there is no matching mount, so everything depends on his legs.

Yale had four pieces of equipment. The first piece was a heavy knight spear that was nearly nine feet long. It was forged from alloys. strength.

The second multi-purpose belt has quite a few buckles for carrying various props. The third is a double-edged battle axe, which is about six feet in length. It can be used for long-range throwing or melee combat, and is usually inserted into the waist. The fourth piece is a leather kettle, which belongs to the public equipment, everyone has a share, it is strong and durable, and it is difficult to damage.

These days of training, it's just a formation, familiar with teammates, and three hours after dinner to play the autumn wind, so that the soldiers can communicate with each other. It's not hard at all.

In the end, the black-haired knight could not escape the clutches of Jerein, and he was dragged into the 199th Squad of the Assault Battalion, with a total of six people, training during the day and bragging at night.

In the afternoon after being together for seven days, the six of them finished their frontline training, bathed in the salty sea breeze, wiped their heavy guns, and chatted with each other.

"It turns out that Yalei is a student of the Obelisk, it's amazing!"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man, with a lean and capable figure, and a very kind smile on his face, but his right ear was missing.

He maintained the action of wiping the gun, straightened his waist slightly, looked up at the blue sky, exhaled a breath, and said with emotion:

"But... it's good, because I didn't study enough back then, and now I can only be the top soldier. I really regret it. Now I can only hope with my son."

"Dream should not be handed over to the next generation, it's too selfish." The black-haired knight shook his head, turned the heavy heavy gun around, placed it on his lap, looked at the other party and said:

"Everyone has their own dreams. Now that they have decided, they should work **** their own instead of passing it on to the next generation."

"..." Goronkaxia was silent for a while after hearing the words, then nodded and said, "You are right, but my son must become a knight, there is no doubt about that!"

"That's right." Although Yale had a lot of criticism in his heart, he finally agreed.

"Being a knight is really easy to say." The person opposite the black-haired knight sneered, without looking up, his eyes were always on the heavy gun in his hand, and he said lightly:

"A person like you who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, do you know what it means to work hard?"

Yale's hands paused for a moment, he sighed at the pointed end of the heavy spear, and replied indifferently:

"My family has been a knight of the empire for generations. Of course, a gold spoon can be used. It's the same for you, but only if you have a sick mind will you use real gold."

The man on the opposite side was Annette Lear. Ever since the two met, he had been at odds with the black-haired knight, and there were constant small frictions, but the conflict always remained verbal.

As soon as the black-haired knight finished speaking, a middle-aged man with a dark complexion, a burly stature, and a thick beard immediately rushed to say:

"Don't say that, kid, when I have the money, I will definitely buy a set of pure gold tableware, one for use and one for viewing."

"The money you've lost over the years is enough to buy ten sets." Master Chief Jerein glanced at him sullenly, the muscles on his face trembled a few times, and he said blankly:

"When did you quit gambling and say this again, or you are destined to be a pauper for the rest of your life."

"Just quit, it's no big deal."

Garth Waddington smacked his lips, kept his head down and continued to wipe the heavy gun, hummingly said: "When I win the money and pay the gambling debt, I will quit gambling immediately."

"Bah!" Without waiting for the Master Chief to speak, the knight next to him sprayed his face and said contemptuously:

"You have this virtue. Sooner or later, you will bet yourself, and you won't have to worry about the golden spoon. The prison will have free cutlery for you."

"Sneek, don't talk nonsense, I gamble, you have principles!" Gasth immediately blushed, his neck thickened in an instant, and the movements of his hands also stopped, and he was furious. looks like.

"Come on, when you gamble, the principle will be gone." Snake looked at him provocatively, and continued to mock: "Want to fight? Willing to accompany you, pay back the six thousand owed to Laozi first. return!"

"..." The bearded man immediately wilted, the anger on his face subsided, and he said faintly: "Damn, if you have something to do, just mention this shit, isn't it just six thousand sols, and I will pay you back after this battle."

"Shut up if you don't have money." Snake spit on his face again in a vicious voice.

"Okay, okay, the rich is the uncle..."

The six of them ended their day's training by spraying each other, and started to enjoy today's dinner on the deck. Because they were sailing by boat, the food they ate was mostly pickled products, and the taste was really bad.

"It's so unpalatable."

Snake took a bite of the bacon jerky on the dinner plate, and his face suddenly showed a constipation-like expression. He swallowed it for a long time, and said cursingly:

"It looks like briquettes, it smells like vomit, and it tastes like **** in the mouth."

"It really tastes like shit, and it might be stored for ten years no matter what." Yale tried his best to tear the bacon in half into strips, and chewed it with rusks in his mouth before finally swallowing it.

The six of them were eating when they suddenly smelled the aroma of fresh broth wafting from the sea breeze, and their eyes suddenly glowed green like a wolf, and their eyes instantly locked on the right side of the deck.

There, a middle-aged aunt dressed as a chef was holding a pot of fresh meat soup and was walking fast in the direction of the cabin. food in.

"Hey, don't look at it, don't look at it." Master Chief Jie Yin tapped the dinner plate hard, finally pulled everyone's eyes back, and said with a sneer:

"That thing is not for you to eat. The Master Master on the ship is very delicate and has to be served with special offerings."

"It's really annoying, why do they eat so well." Annette looked at the direction of the cabin jealously, swallowed her saliva hard, and showed an indignant expression on her face.

"Why?"

Snake suddenly put down the dinner plate in his hand, ignoring the surprised eyes around him, and said carelessly, "Don't be unconvinced, first-class mages, second-class officials, third-class goblins, fourth-class battles, this is the world! "

"Damn, the fourth-level war is crying blind." Gass took a bite of the bacon and hummed in a sullen voice.