Traveling through The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

Seeing me waving the stick, my father shook his head disapprovingly, swung his long sword, and took the initiative to attack. I used my steps to keep a distance from him, and kept stabbing and feinting with the long stick. The opponent's long sword was sharp, so I didn't dare to use old moves. My father recognized the advantage of the weapon, slashing horizontally and vertically, and specifically attacking the stick. When he attacked, I immediately pulled out the stick and swept his lower body horizontally.

Dad's swordsmanship doesn't have any fancy moves. It's probably a traditional training subject in the imperial army. It's a killing skill summed up from countless battles. It's simple but fierce and ruthless, forcing me to keep moving and avoid its edge. Seeing that the baron is still strong and healthy, the onlookers cheered.

I was also constantly trying to figure out the techniques of using the stick, chopping, picking, stabbing, sweeping, and even trying to knock down my father's long sword. Weapons held with both hands exert more force, and if my father's one-handed sword can't directly chop the stick, it can't beat the long stick. But I can't succeed every time, and the long stick was quickly shortened by 20 centimeters, turning it into a short spear with a sharp front end. This made my stabbing more powerful, and I kept taking advantage of the flaws on my father's right side to launch a counterattack. After more than 20 minutes, my father's physical strength declined and the situation became evenly matched.

As Daddy's attack frequency slowed down, my hitting became more accurate. Once, I even used my cleverness to almost knock the long sword away, which attracted a round of cheers. I immediately seized the opportunity when Daddy stumbled to launch a counterattack. My long stick first pretended to chop from the upper right, but it drew a semicircle in the air and changed to sweep across his legs. Daddy raised his sword in the air, and I hit his left leg, causing him to roll over. My long stick was like a shovel, sticking close to the ground, and Daddy rolled over to barely avoid it.

"Good boy! These two moves are quite interesting!"

Dad swung his sword, forcing me to retreat, and stood up in a panic. The two of us were ready to fight again. As I fought more and more bravely, he changed his tactics and no longer tried to cut off my weapon. Instead, he attacked me, forcing me to block with my weapon. I also switched from attack to defense, once again using flexible movement to keep a distance and patiently look for opportunities.

After all, my father was over 50 years old and his physical strength was not as good as mine. His offensive gradually slowed down and it was difficult to suppress him. Just as I stepped up my counterattack and prepared to regain the initiative, the wooden stick in my hand suddenly exploded and split into two pieces. The pine wood was still too brittle, and I suddenly thought that it would be better if I could wrap it with linen or hemp rope.

The weapon in my hand suddenly exploded, and I naturally lost the contest, but Dad didn't gain much advantage, and was even embarrassed by me. Especially when a wooden stick I picked up was evenly matched with the enchanted long sword, he had to admit the advantage of the long-pole weapon.

"To convince a Nord, you must use actions, not words."

I then proposed formation training to my father and Rigel. From what I have observed, the combat methods of the Nords, and even the entire empire, are still relatively primitive. People worship individual combat power more, so Ulfric, a human tank that can blast open the city gate, is highly respected. Even after he killed High King Torig, someone in Solitude opened the city gate for him and helped him escape. If we use football as an analogy, it is like in the 1970s and 1980s, superstars like Cruyff and Maradona could improve the team by one or two levels by themselves. But after the 1990s, especially in the 21st century, football has paid more and more attention to formations, systems, and tactics. Even as strong as Messi and Ronaldo, it is impossible to kill all without being completely separated from the system. It is not that the current stars have become less capable, but because people with average qualifications can organize themselves and rely on formations to gain the power to compete with geniuses.

Dad and Rigel looked at each other, and both of them smiled strangely.

"I will assign five people to you. You will practice well for two weeks. If there is any effect after two weeks, I will assign other people to participate. If there is no effect, you still have to follow my rules honestly."

Judging from the expressions of the two men, the one assigned to me was definitely not from a master, let alone some weakling or a veteran soldier.

"Claire, Joey, Isley, Baron, and Bauer, the five of you will train with Rocker, starting tomorrow. I will check in two weeks."

There were 16 brothers who stayed to serve as soldiers. Four of these five were the worst. Joey was Eddie's follower. He took the money and left Helgen Town. He wandered around but couldn't find a living, so he had to come back in disgrace. He was not originally a soldier. I guess it was probably because Eddie and Murray were having a hot affair and didn't want to take him in anymore. He also squandered the money that others used to settle down, so he had to come here to get the salary.

There is a very bad atmosphere in the bandit gang, that is, the strong often bully others, and Rigel's team is no exception. Even though the dozen or so best brothers under her command died in the Blood Throne, the remaining people still couldn't change this bad habit. The people who were bullied before turned into bullies. Originally, these five people were considered to be in the middle of the pack, and they were not very noticeable in the team. However, after taking over the town of Helgen, more than a dozen people retired directly, and they suddenly became the weakest ones. Especially this Joey is still a traitor, and he is despised on weekdays. The lives of the other few people are not so easy either. It is common for them to be teased and laughed at, and it is not a new thing to be beaten. If I hadn't been regarded as a forbidden delicacy by Rigel, I would have been bullied by them.

What made the five men even more upset was that some of those who did not serve in the army worked as farmers, hunters, and craftsmen. Eddie even opened the only inn in the town. Not only did they all do well, but they also lived a happy life. They were not like them who had to endure such humiliation every day! However, they had already received their salaries, and they did not dare to ask Rigel to withdraw from the army. With Joey, a negative example of a second imprisonment, everyone knew that it was not easy to get along in Skyrim now, so they could only take it one day at a time and accept it.

"Loker... Sir, are you going to teach us that stick technique?"

Now that my father has arranged for us to train with me, the five of us can temporarily escape from the sea of ​​suffering, but when we think about having to go back to suffer in two weeks, it is not worth being happy about. Joey was quick-witted. After calling my name, he remembered that I was already a "honorable knight" and quickly changed his words.

"What do you think of my stick skills?"

Several people hesitated, not knowing how to answer. I took them out of the town and sat in a circle on the open space beside the official road.

"There is no distinction between the great and the small here today. Since the Baron has arranged for everyone to train with me, I am the captain of our team. Let's first set the first rule of the team: no one is guilty of speaking. As long as it is not an insult to one's personality, everyone can speak freely. When there is a disagreement, everyone can present their own reasons. There are no outsiders here now, so you might as well speak directly. What do you think of my stick skills just now? There is no need to flatter me. I just want to hear your true words."

After hearing what I said, several people didn't know what to say and just stared at each other in a daze. I had no choice but to call on them to speak.

"Baron, tell me."

This Barron was the biggest of the five and the best at fighting, so he should be able to see something. He stood up and looked around at the others. Everyone had a complex expression of sympathy mixed with relief.

"Since Locke said that the speaker is innocent, then we can say whatever we want. You are not very good at using that stick, and it is only because of the Baron's disability that he has been able to hold out for so long."

"Can you tell me more specifically?"

"For example, if the Baron can hold the sword with his right hand, it will definitely be more flexible than his left hand, and you may not be able to hit him with your stick. Another thing is that if the Baron can hold the shield with his other hand, you will not be able to attack him."

"Well said. Remember this. I owe you a meal of dumplings and I will make it happen within seven days. Now everyone, help prepare some things and then have lunch. We will meet here again in three hours."

All five of them were confused. How could Barron benefit from scolding me? I didn't give them time to think and immediately assigned them a task.

"Two-meter-long wooden sticks, strong and resilient, at least two are needed, and if you can find four, that's even better. At least one one-and-a-half-meter-long wooden stick is needed, and the more one-meter-long wooden sticks the better. In addition, two door panels are needed, and some cowhide or wolfhide should be found to cover the entire door panel, preferably with multiple layers. Finally, hemp ropes are needed, the more the better. Bring your training equipment as well."

Everyone went their separate ways to look for what I wanted, but two little girls, Lucia and Helgi, came over.

"Lord Locker, Uncle Eddie asked me to ask if you have time to go look for him."

"I'll be right there. Besides, I'm not an adult, so call me whatever you call Eddie."

"Okay, Uncle Locker."

Lucia immediately changed her words, but this caused Helgi's dissatisfaction, "How can you call him uncle? I call him brother, you have to change to calling him big brother, change it now!"

The two little guys seem to be getting along pretty well. The people I brought with me are all living well in Helgen Town, which makes me very happy. In troubled times, human lives are worthless, and being able to give them a place to live is a good deed.

The hotel was full of people, and even the tables and chairs in the lobby were piled aside and used as dormitories. Varga and Nari were also helping out. Eddie took me to the cellar and put out two bottles of wine.

"I have to train with my brothers in the afternoon and cannot drink."

Eddie nodded silently and started drinking by himself.

"You didn't come here just to drink with me, did you? Is there anything that can't be said between us brothers?"

Eddie drank three glasses of wine in a row, his face flushed. He put down the glass and let out a sigh, as if he had finally made up his mind.

"Brother, if you do this again, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my brother!"