The cold wind blows on the Great Wall day after day, and Boris repeats the dirty and trivial chores in Black Crow Castle day after day. He has deep grudges, but there is nothing he can do. He misses his hometown and the city of Kislev.
He misses the prosperity of his home, misses the warmth of home, misses Dennis's face, misses her tenderness, and misses the happy time with her. However, here, he has nothing, not even accurate information...
The groom of the convoy transporting supplies told him that there was no war in the south, and there was no large-scale battle in Kislev City. The King of the North, Rhodes, led his army directly into the city. In other words, his father gave up the city defense and opened the city gate.
Let the Northern Army enter the city... Well... I would do the same thing... But, he will suffer revenge from the Tsar! Pavel must hate my family. I slept with his woman,
My father has turned to his enemy again. Pavel will definitely take revenge... Boris thought, worried.
He wanted to ask more about the results of this noble rebellion, but the groom obviously only knew this, and no more information was known. He only knew that the city of Kislev was very peaceful, as if it had never happened.
During the turmoil, the Northern Army entered the city and took over the city defense. The Tsar still stayed in his palace...
Watching the convoy drifting away in the wind and snow, Boris didn't know when they would come next. He could only look forward to it in his heart, because only when the convoy came could he get a little bit of information from the outside world.
"Hey, toad, come here, empty the dung bucket. Then go and boil me a bucket of hot water! I want to soak my feet. Damn it, my feet are frozen in this weather. Fortunately, my dick is not frozen.
With."
Boris raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. Mikhail, the scarred veteran, was taking off his boots and yelling. Boris was not in the mood to pay attention to him. All the emotions of concern, regret, and self-blame were entangled in his heart.
Just focus on him so that he doesn't want to do anything else.
"Damn it, I'm talking about you! Newbie! Come here and take the dung bucket and empty it for me!"
Scar screamed, but Boris remained indifferent. He was irritable and resentful in his heart.
Seeing that he had no reaction, the veteran jumped down from the bed, walked behind the young man, and grabbed his shoulders. Unexpectedly, Boris remained motionless. The veteran became angry and tightened his palms, but he still could not shake the young man in front of him in the slightest.
.Suddenly, Boris stood up and pushed the veteran behind him.
Scar fell to the ground, and the broom and sieve were smashed to pieces and fell on him.
"Damn bastard, if I don't teach you a lesson today, you don't know that you are the boss here."
As soon as he finished speaking, Scar rushed forward, but Boris simply dodged and Scar was thrown away. The annoyed Scar completely ignored it and rushed forward, hitting Boris in the face with his fist. Room
The position was too small. Boris had no place to dodge and had no choice but to attack. He grabbed Scar's collar and punched the opponent's face with his iron fist. Within a few blows, veteran Scar's face was covered with blood. But Boris
Still not relieved, he picked up the bloody fist and continued to hit it.
"Stop! Damn it! What are you doing!"
At the door, the thunderous roar of Ranger Hans came.
Hans, who was as strong as an ox, pushed away the crazy Boris and dragged the scarred veteran from the ground. Blood squeezed out of his eye sockets and soaked his collar.
"Get him!"
Ranger Hans shouted, and two Black Crow Castle guards rushed into the house immediately. The last trace of reason suppressed Boris' inner anger.
He knew that if he continued to get angry, the consequences would be uncontrollable. It was impossible to kill everyone here on his own. Even if he killed everyone, what could he do? In that case, he would definitely become a public enemy of Kislev, so
, I will never be able to go back to the capital, and Dennis will never be seen again. Thinking of this, Boris loosened his clenched fists and allowed the two guards to tie him up.
"Today's business isn't over yet. Recruit, what's your name?"
the ranger asked loudly.
"Boris, Boris Borka."
Boris puffed up his chest and returned proudly.
"Boris Boka? Your father is Vladimir?"
A trace of doubt flashed across the ranger's face, but his tone remained serious.
"Exactly."
Boris held his head high and continued to answer proudly.
Ha ha ha ha……
But unexpectedly, he was met with a joking laugh from the Ranger Captain.
"If you are Boris, then I am Lord Lord of the North, Rhodes. Hahahaha..."
The jeers, like a flock of crows, continued.
Boris stopped saying anything. He knew that the other party would not believe it. Yes, even he himself could not believe that the son of the former majestic commander of the Snow Eagle Legion had actually become a hard worker on the Great Wall... together with a group of bandits and hooligans...
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"Lock him up. This matter is not over yet. I want to report to the Commander-in-Chief. Damn it, I haven't encountered such an arrogant recruit since Black Crow Castle was built!"
The ranger captain said harsh words, and Boris was pushed out of the door by two guards holding his arms.
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"He said he was Vladimir's son - Boris?"
In the highest room of Black Crow Castle, Commander-in-Chief Warwick Carr asked with a sullen face.
"Yes, that's what he said."
Ranger Captain Hans replied.
"So, do you believe it?"
The commander asked rhetorically.
"Believe him! In the past few years, there have been so many lunatics here. Every one of them keeps shouting about what kind of god they are. As a result, not one of them has survived the recruitment period."
Hans picked up the wine bag and started drinking. He did not forget to laugh at the soldiers who were sent.
"You said he disabled Scar?"
Warwick asked next.
"Well, that's true. If I had been a few minutes later, Scar would probably have turned into a corpse. He was really ruthless, punching hard to the flesh and drawing blood."
"A new soldier beat our veteran half to death with just a few punches?"
Warwick's question made the Ranger Captain Hans freeze... He couldn't answer for a while. No one would admit that this new recruit was great. Then, the veteran was beaten three times or twice until his teeth were all over the floor.
That can only mean that the soldiers of Black Crow Castle are useless...
"I looked through the list of recent recruits, and there was a nobleman sent from the capital."
Warwick frowned and whispered.
"That can't be Boris. How could Vladimir's son be exiled here?"
Hans still disagreed that this was 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 once you try them."
The commander closed the list booklet and whispered.