Traveling through The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

We talked about important things for nearly an hour. I had a deep understanding of Rigel's position, and she fully accepted my opinions. As I told her my core views without reservation, the whole meeting finally ended in a harmonious atmosphere. Next, we can calmly discuss some minor things, such as: the current war situation we are facing.

"According to our plan, all residents of Falkreath were evacuated and all houses were burned. I married Sidger and you know, I can't wait. Sidger and Tager are now living in Newgra Fortress, and Rod is stationed there with a team. Danger and Soraf's team are at the Bloody Throne, and our brothers are guarding the town of Helgen. Only two-thirds of the wood was transported here, and the rest was burned. It's a pity. Now many people can't live in houses."

"There's no other way. We have to make sure the Imperials don't get any supplies. Then they have to rely on supplies from Richland in the north, and we have to find a way to cut it off. Even if these bastards don't starve to death, they'll be frozen half to death. Do we have enough food?"

"It won't be a problem to get through this winter. I asked Eric and Angie to explore the east to see if they can contact the farms in the Rift Valley Territory. Lund will go to Creekwood Town and buy as much as he can. What I'm worried about now is that we can't drive the imperialists away quickly. If it delays the spring plowing next year, it will be troublesome."

"It won't have any impact. The Imperials have no food, so they have to attack. We rely on castles and mountains for defense to make up for the disadvantages in numbers and training. The problem now is that the Forsworn don't want to form an alliance at all. We have to find another way to cut off their supply lines. By the way, Lucia, I was planning to let her learn to cook from Eddie. Why did you keep her by your side?"

I hadn't said anything yet. Judging from Rigel's expression, he must have regarded Lucia as a maid. I was very disgusted with this kind of aristocratic behavior, especially since Rigel was just a bandit who was recruited. Did he really think he was a baronet? If a child has a skill, he will always be able to support himself in the future and will not have to rely on others. If he becomes a maid, he will have to rely on his master for life, and his status will be no different from that of a pet or furniture. Although he will have no worries about food and clothing at the moment, one wrong step will lead to another, and his future will become narrower and narrower. No one would sell themselves into slavery unless they were desperate.

Rigel rolled his eyes at me. "Are you pretending to be stupid or can you really not see? Eddie and Murray are just about to break the window paper, but you put a little girl in between them. She has to talk secretly. Is this humane? What's wrong with that girl following me? I taught her to read and count, and now she can keep accounts for me. There is still no news about Cindy, and you just run around all day. There is no one around me who can help! After we beat those imperial bastards away, I will teach her martial arts! What's wrong with following me?"

"Very...very good, very good...Well, where is the Baron? Shall we go discuss defense with him?" Seeing that the tigress was about to go berserk, I quickly gave in.

According to Rigel, the Baron walks around the town every day. The old man has worked hard for most of his life and can't rest at all. He originally wanted to lead a team to the Bloody Throne to mine, but after the arrival of the Imperials, it became the front line, and no one allowed him to take risks, so he changed his job to help build houses and train soldiers every day. Anyway, he just refused to stay in the castle honestly, and it's hard to say where he is now, so we can only look around the town. Rigel talked as he walked, introducing everyone's situation during this period to me.

Ilandur has decided to stay in Helgen. He built a small house between the inn and the castle, in the center of the town, and he also took on the responsibility of a doctor. In the dead of winter, people had to sleep on the streets. Many people were sick, and Ilandur tried his best to treat them. These patients had lost their homes, so they naturally couldn't afford the consultation fees. He didn't ask for money, but only asked the patients to pick a wild flower and place it in front of Mara's altar after they recovered. What's more, Ilandur was very knowledgeable in alchemy. He collected wild flowers, supplemented them with wild fruits, tree roots and even bird eggs, and blended dragons and tigers to make potions, which he then gave to those in need. With superb medical skills and noble character, this dark elf is definitely worthy of the four words "good hands and kind heart", so the townspeople respected him very much and voluntarily gave him food. Ilandur refused at first, but later people simply put the things at the door in the middle of the night, and they couldn't find the owner if they wanted to return them, so he took out the part he couldn't use to help others.

Vigilante Noel left Falkreath. Neither the Vigilante nor the Silver Hand contacted us. His report to Cassidy fell on deaf ears, so he had to rush back to the Vigilante Hall to report in person. The werewolves had been missing for a long time, and now Falkreath was burned down. He didn't want to get involved in the civil war, and it was meaningless for him to stay.

As expected, Sam, the squire I sent to deliver the letter to Newgra Fortress, met with an accident. He was stripped of his status as a knight's squire and imprisoned in the dungeon. As I expected, a group of bandits from Cyrodiil attacked Newgra Fortress. Baron Montoya was more promising than Baron Sengard. The three of them went to Sovngarde together, but the situation of the lady and the young lady was more miserable. The lady was old and ugly, so she didn't need to be humiliated anymore. But Sam ran to deliver the letter and was caught by the bandits. These animals asked the two to perform a show. In order to survive, Sam did a beastly thing. After Danger recaptured the fortress, he imprisoned him and waited for me to deal with him when I came back.

I had planned for this idiot to get into trouble. It would be good to let him spend a few days in jail to teach him a lesson. That's not what I'm worried about now. Rigel has been among bandits for a long time, and he doesn't know many things. I need to confirm with the baron, such as why there are no long-pole weapons in Skyrim. In my opinion, long-pole weapons are highly valued in both the East and the West. Those stories of people who can defeat the world in seconds with a strange short weapon are just fantasy stories. As for fists, feet, palms, internal strength and qigong, just watch them for fun. If those things were useful on the battlefield, who would still make iron and forge steel?

Cold weapons emphasize "one inch longer, one inch stronger; one point shorter, one point more dangerous", so everyone unanimously uses long-pole weapons as the main force on the battlefield. It is said that there are spears over six meters long in the heavy infantry phalanx in Europe, which have to be placed on the shoulders of the soldiers in front to use. The spear formation formed can even withstand the charge of armored cavalry. In China, the spear is even called the "king of all weapons". Countless masters of using spears have been born over the long years. The skills of using the spear have been polished to the extreme in the hands of generations of martial arts masters, so that the saying "a month of sticks, a year of knives, and a lifetime of spears" has emerged. This is not to say that the spear is the most difficult to use, but that everyone uses the spear as a weapon. If you want to avoid being killed on the battlefield, you can only roll it up and practice desperately. No one dares to say that the level of practice of the spear in his hand is enough, and you can only keep improving throughout your life. And all this seems to be non-existent in the sky in front of you, which is really not normal.

We found my father in the refugee settlement of Rich near Dongdaemun. Most of the young refugees were organized to work in the mines, and the rest went to the mountains to cut wood. There were less than 200 people left, young and old. Some cooked, some sewed clothes with animal skins, and a few made crude furniture with scraps left over from building houses. These people had experienced the tragedy of their families being torn apart, and even if they were temporarily settled, they could not cheer up for a while, and all seemed to have lost hope in life.

The old man seemed very disdainful of the question of weapons. "Isn't this obvious? How can a spear compare to a sword? Let's talk about the material first. If you use a wooden stick, it will be broken by an axe. If you use a big iron stick, who can wield it? Even if it can be used, the speed will inevitably be much slower. If you are a little slower than your opponent on the battlefield, your life will be in danger. How can a master use such a weapon?"

"But if we can arrange long and short weapons to cooperate with each other according to the formation, wouldn't it be better to bring out the advantages of each?"

"Boy, you have never been to the battlefield, so you don't know what a hero is. A true warrior can fight ten people at once. If you have a team of warriors like Ulfric, you can ignore the difference in numbers."

"But not everyone has the same talent as Ulfric. Don't ordinary people have the right to survive on the battlefield?"

"Of course! If you want to survive, you have to hone your skills! If you ask me, you guys still need practice. You just want to take shortcuts all day long! But you came at the right time. Come on, let's go to the training ground. You can keep this old man company and exercise. See if you can beat my left hand?"

Without further ado, my father dragged me to the training ground. A group of brothers who were eager to watch the fun saw that the baron was going to take action himself, and they quickly gathered in a circle to make a noise. My father drew out his long sword with his left hand and made a sword flower, "Boy, your sword should be a good thing, and I won't suffer any loss, so use it to fight with me!"

Of course I didn't dare to use the oathblade to compete with my father. The enchantment of this sword is fear. If I use it to hit him and make him run everywhere, won't Rigel tear me to pieces?

"Hey, I want to try what I just talked about with the Baron. Please wait for me to find a weapon that suits me."

There was plenty of wood in Helgen Town, so I picked and chose, and found a pine stick about 1.5 meters long, weighed it in my hand and swung it twice. My understanding of stick fighting basically stayed at the Monkey King performed by Teacher Liu, but the moves in movies and TV dramas were mostly performance-oriented, while I had to face the real enchanted long sword in my father's hand. However, the length of the sword was only about 70 centimeters, so if I could make good use of the distance advantage, I still had a chance to win.

The two men got into position and the competition began.