Traveling through The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

The six of us sat in a circle, listening to my explanation while working on the equipment.

The door panel was covered with animal skin and a handle, and converted into a tower shield as tall as a person. The big guy Baran was in charge of using this equipment. His task was to stand at the front and provide cover for others, especially to protect against long-range weapons before engaging the enemy. His main weapon was a short spear, and he hid behind the tower shield to cooperate with other teammates to stab. Joey and Claire, as axe and shield warriors, used the standard round shield of Falkreath and were responsible for protecting the team's flanks. The three shield-bearing warriors were equipped with javelins as secondary weapons, which were used to harass the enemy at medium distances, divide the battlefield, and look for opportunities to attack.

Bauer and I used two-meter-long spears as the team's main attackers, and we also had to control the field, and we needed to keep the enemy at a certain distance as much as possible. Isilie, who was also a girl, was thinner than Claire. Her main weapon was a two-handed sword, and her mission was to provide support and cover. I planned to let her try the lighter Blade Warrior standard sword in the future. The three of us all carried bows and arrows as secondary weapons. Isilie's shooting skills were pretty good, but Bauer's level was a little worse than mine.

Three shield-bearing warriors stand in the front row, and three two-handed weapons stand in the back row. In this way, our attack presents three rounds: long-range harassment by three people in the back row with bows and arrows, and the front row provides cover; medium-range front-row javelins and back-row bows and arrows cooperate to disrupt the opponent's formation and find an opportunity to attack; close-range front-row provides cover, and the back row is responsible for output. This formation that I deleted and modified has nothing to do with the mandarin duck formation, but I am still quite satisfied with it. Emperor Taizong Wen once said: Black cat or white cat, as long as it catches mice, it is a good cat. So don't worry about the mandarin duck formation or the chicken formation, as long as it can defeat the imperialists, it is a good formation.

Everyone's training subjects have also been adjusted. Every morning, we conduct individual combat training. Barron, Joey, Claire, and Isley can practice with other soldiers, while Bauer and I have to find people to practice with guns. For example, the two moves of chopping and sweeping are very similar to the two-handed hammer, so we went to learn from Rigel. The stabbing is actually closer to the moves of the two-handed sword, so we need to find other brothers to see if they can get some inspiration. In short, there is no ready-made routine, and we have to explore and understand it by ourselves. In the afternoon, we practiced the formation together. The six of us had to figure out our positions and cooperation, and as the captain, I also had to practice command. In the free time of the formation practice, we interspersed the practice of secondary weapons, and practiced bows and javelins. After the training in the evening, we had to hold a summary meeting to discuss the details of the cooperation and improvement plans.

I split a cross-shaped hole at the top of the long wooden stick, stuck the iron dagger that Rigel gave me into it, and then wrapped it tightly with hemp rope to make a simple spear. Learning from the lesson of the duel with my father, I also wrapped the spear shaft tightly. Leaving others to continue preparing their own weapons, I borrowed a horse from my father, grabbed two pieces of bread, and headed straight for the Bloody Throne. My fiefdom has now become a large barracks. The young and middle-aged people of Reach who originally planned to come to mine have been armed and trained. With the enemy at hand, they don't care about whether they are oathbreakers or not. On the one hand, Thoraf arranged the defense of the canyon, and on the other hand, he sent people to keep inquiring about the actions of the imperials. I found Danger in the castle, but was shocked by his appearance.

Is this still the old fox I knew? He seemed to have aged a dozen years in an instant, hunched over a brazier, with sunken cheeks and eyes that no longer had the spirit of the past, full of fatigue. Although his beautiful beard was still well-groomed, it was still as dry and haggard as its owner. It seemed that the burning of Falkreath City had hit him hard, especially when he knew the truth.

After Danger received Tullius' ultimatum, we quickly formulated a response plan. That was to abandon Falkreath, retreat to the eastern mountains, and at the same time, fortify the city and clear the fields to ensure that the Imperial Army could not get any supplies in the area, and then try to join forces with the Forsworn to cut off the enemy's logistics route. While I was heading to the Sunny Garden Fortress, Danger organized the residents to transport their personal property, food, wood and other materials to the Blood Throne and Helgen Town. At the same time, he contacted Rigel, who arranged for people who were good at ambushes and sneak attacks to enter the Black Pine Forest to monitor the enemy's movements. The Imperial army really started to march as soon as we received the letter, but they had to guard against the Forsworn and deal with the guerrilla harassment of our scouts, so the marching speed was very slow. Two days after the original residents and defenders were evacuated, our scouts set fire to Falkreath. Of course, Danger put the blame on the Imperials again, but he knew in his heart that his ancestral heritage was ruined in his own hands, which was really hard for the old man to accept. Hearing my footsteps, he raised his head with difficulty.

"No good news this time?"

I was speechless for a moment. This old fox seemed to know everything. I was like a transparent person in front of him. I moved a chair and sat next to him, and began to report on the mission.

"The Forsworn are not a monolithic group. We still have a chance to foster our own agents. I don't know if this is good news. But you should take care of yourself, my Lord. You are the backbone of our group, so please cheer up."

"I'm fine, young man. I was just worried that you'd died outside. Your fellow villager came back and said that you had entered the fortress and never came out again. The Forsworn inside were moving out in a big way, so I knew something must have happened. My child, I'm old, and Rod and Thoraf are not young men anymore. There are many things waiting for you to do."

Danger forced a grin, but couldn't even muster a bitter smile.

"Rhodes' men must stay in Nugra Fortress to protect the lord's safety. We are not sure whether Bruma will cooperate with Tullius's military operations. We have armed the Richmen, but we are still outnumbered and not well trained. The Imperials are still hiding in their original city, and I don't know what they are waiting for."

"We have to force them to split up their forces. They have looted a batch of supplies in Loristed Town, so they may not be in a hurry to attack right now."

"That's what I thought, so I have a little plan. See if it works."

Danger pointed to a yellowed piece of paper on the table next to him and asked me to give it to him. It was a map, a detailed topographic map of a fortress. The entire building was built by hollowing out a mountain, running north and south. The structure inside the fortress was complex and full of traps.

"This is a map of Howling Bastion. It used to be the main fortress and northern gate of Falkreath. But that was at least the Third Age. So many years have passed, and no one knows what the situation is there now. From the platform on the south side of the fortress, you can overlook the entire city. You have a few good archers there, so it won't be difficult to set it on fire."

Danger didn't know the situation of Howling Bastion, but I knew it very well. In addition to the wights and skeletons, there were also several vampires. Considering the previous ownership of this place and the situation of Vigohar, these vampires might be one of Danger's ancestors. This old fox gave me two tasks, both of which were to hunt down these dangerous undead creatures. I have psychological trauma. However, regardless of the difficulty of the task, taking down Howling Bastion is indeed a brilliant move. If we sneak in from the north gate, we can even seize this commanding height without alerting the imperials. Continuously harassing the imperials' garrison here will inevitably bring great advantages to our counterattack. If the other party comes to fight for it, we have the advantage in terrain, and the mechanisms in the bastion are not vegetarian.

"Your Excellency is right. However, Helgen is still busy preparing accommodation for the refugees. Our new soldiers also need training. The situation in the fortress is unclear. I suggest we take action around the New Year. At that time, I hope that Your Excellency can send troops to launch a feint attack to distract the attention of the imperial army."

When I returned to Helgen Town, it was already completely dark. Tomorrow is the first training of the team. As the captain, I naturally should not be late or even absent. Fortunately, after I learned meditation from Ilandur, I would take time to practice every day, and the benefits are obvious. First of all, the demon Valmina never came to harass me again, and my mental state has obviously improved. I am full of energy and more focused after sleeping for five hours a day. On the other hand, I feel that my magic ability seems to have become stronger. At first, I felt that my body was hollowed out as long as I summoned a ghost wolf. Now it is easy to summon twice in a row. In theory, the magic power of summoning one and a half ghost wolves is enough to summon fire elements. I think it’s time to get in touch with higher-level magic. In the game, Akai’s priest Runel is a trainer of summoning. I plan to take time to visit this old elf and see what I can learn from him.

As for the vampires in Howling Bastion, I am not too worried. Although Rigel will definitely not be able to fight this time, we have Eric. This guy can actually go on a business trip with Angie. It seems that Rigel intends to bring them together. I don't know if he can seize the opportunity. When I thought of this, I suddenly thought of another person - Moira. This is a crow hag living in the Misty Forest of the East Territory Witch. She is also the wife that Eric "won" at the drinking competition, and she is also likely the person Annis is waiting for.

If the Dragonborn in the game steals Annis's property, the thugs hired by Moira will come to provoke them, which shows that the two have a close relationship. And the letter that Annis was about to send to Helgi mentioned that one of her sisters was planning to come and form a new witch group. This person is most likely Moira. In this case, if we want to form an alliance with Annis, it may be difficult to cut off Eric's bad relationship. Drinking will cause trouble! I originally thought that Eric, as a two-handed warrior who is one of the best in the game, would be able to help me. As a result, this guy not only did not help, but also caused a lot of trouble. It's really a headache.

I had planned to take a nap, but I was getting more and more energetic. I simply got up and wandered around the castle. The cold wind of the winter night blew away the last trace of sleepiness. I shivered and went back to the house to pick up my spear. Since I couldn't sleep, I might as well practice martial arts first. In the corridor of the castle, a few candles were huddled like me, dying on the wall due to the dark cold wind. I casually cast a magic light spell, and with the pale white light ball, I could barely see an agile man in black coming in through the window.

"Who? There's an assassin!"

I roared and rushed forward with my gun, but I tripped over the uneven ground, lost my balance, and fell forward.