Ride and Cut

　　 Richard directly took the plate next to him and chewed, Gunther opened his mouth, after all, he had no choice but to get another one.

　　 "Something interesting?" Annie couldn't understand why the soldiers of Alpine Fort still have such a good appetite, don't they know what nervousness is.

　　 Richard raised his head and swallowed the full volume of his mouth with difficulty, and picked up the spear at his hand.

　　 "This is what I pulled from the cavalry's back." He shot the iron with a fork, his voice dull and more like hitting a stone, obviously the texture was not pure.

　　 "Look at the spear blade, such crude workmanship, such poor iron quality, you can actually see the unclean slag, even the country blacksmith who specializes in farming tools has no face to make such a thing."

"And this spear is made of Pinus tabulaeformis." Richard said while showing it to the surroundings. "As far as I know, this kind of tree is easy to spontaneously burn because of its excessive oil content. It generally only grows in cold areas of ice and snow, in Pompeii. There is almost no distribution."

　　 "You can often see Pinus tabulaeformis on the ice sheet in my hometown. We use this as a torch." Gunther interjected vaguely as he chewed.

　　 Richard pushed the wooden pole in two with both hands, pulled a piece of wood wire from the stubble, and put it on the candle. After a while, a group of blue flames burst out suddenly.

　　 The oil content of this kind of wood is simply shocking. While it burns, it makes crackling noises from time to time, giving out a very strong pine fragrance.

　　 "I don't see it, I guess it was made by the natives of the wilderness in all likelihood." Richard sneered, "Damn, can you imagine? The natives of the wilderness who have the ability to mine and smelt iron!"

　　 He is a thousand people who don't understand and ten thousand people don't understand-first, where are the minerals in the wilderness that has always been known as barren; second, the ability to find the natives who find the minerals.

　　 An aboriginal tribe can have 200 people in the sky, and the scale determines that they cannot complete the complicated division of labor. The inheritance and exchange of knowledge depends entirely on luck, and accuracy often has to be questioned.

　　 Even if a group of jackals find the mineral deposits by **** luck, why do they know exactly how to smelt them, and they also have the necessary material conditions?

　　 "Maybe it's a meteorite iron." Hutt reached out and took the spear blade to take a closer look, and then shook his head to deny his guess.

　　 "Expert." Richard raised his thumb.

　　 "My lord, you may not have heard of some news."

　　 Woya Trading Company has been engaged in the wilderness trade for many years. With this ground snake backing, Annie has a much deeper understanding of the wilderness than Richard, an outsider.

"The wilderness is huge, far larger than you think, and even larger than the entire Pompeii Empire. Close to the border are the weakest tribes, because it faces the threat of Pompeii and the living environment is the worst. "

　　 "But few people know that there are many larger and more powerful tribes in the vast world of the wilderness. Some of these large tribes even have thousands of adult warriors, and their scale is no different from that of independent small kingdoms."

　　 Richard nodded. He had never heard of these news, but it made sense.

　　 Pompeii may be able to tolerate a few small settlements on the border, but it is absolutely impossible for the real power to get too close.

　　 "This is the reason why others should not be allowed to snore on the side of the couch."

　　 "The side of the couch..." Annie recalled Richard's words and nodded in agreement. "This sentence is really concise and meaningful."

　　 "So you think those large tribes are attacking mercenaries?"

　　 "It's not doubt, but confirmation." Annie is not the elegant and virtuous type that Pompeii traditionally appreciates. On the contrary, she is full of heroism and her tone is very firm in her statement.

　　 "Woya Trading Co., Ltd. and local tribes have trade relations, and they will not be attacked at all. Only these outsiders can be so unscrupulous!"

　　 "It's not surprising that large tribes have the ability to smelt iron, but why are they here." Hutt interjected.

　　 "In previous years, when food was scarce in the fall and winter, they would go south to capture small tribes and even Pompeii civilians, but now it's only summer..." Annie spread her hands and motioned that she didn't know.

　　 "What do you do with so much." Gunther waved the spoon dissatisfiedly. "Anyway, if you dare to come to Alpine Castle, knock them one by one into a concussion!"

　　 The voice of this guy is very loud, and everyone in the canteen can hear clearly. The barbarian and the centaur shouted together, and the mercenary in the corner was even paler.

"Hutt originally said that there was a coalition of shamans to deal with me. At that time, I felt weird. If you can tell a group of unprofitable indigenous people to help fight with your face, it is really called seeing the undead." Li Check out with both hands.

　　 "It seems that they are being bullied by the wolves going south, desperate to bully me. Hehe, I look like a soft persimmon?"

　　 "Richard, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, take your followers back to Coron, and give up Alpine Fort temporarily. The wilderness is already in chaos, and no one can accuse you of cowardice when you retreat." Annie sighed.

"Dear Miss Anne, why do you want to go back to Coron with these three or two chicken dogs?" Richard laughed as he patted the table. I have built a castle."

　　Although it is only a new territory, Richard has unquestionable authority in Gaoshan Fort. Once he makes a decision, all others can do is to cooperate as much as possible.

　　The barbarian and the centaur were enthusiastically practicing step-and-bow coordination tactics on the training ground, striving to grind their guns away.

　　 The centaurs with the most flexible legs and feet were temporarily honored and sent out as scouts to investigate the wind and grass around the alpine fort.

　　 Richard was going to leave all the gold coins of the caravan. Annie didn't know what the money was for at this time, but she gave it without hesitation. The trade team will not carry too many gold coins, and only more than two hundred remain after being borrowed five hundred last time.

　　 The money stayed in Richard's hands for no more than a quarter of an hour, and it turned into several pieces of iron armor.

　　 fought with the jackals and seized a lot of worn-out weapons and armors, most of which were left in the warehouse as tattered and unattended. Annie is a very careful person. She asked the servants of the caravan to take down the more complete armor pieces and reconnect them with beef tendons, and she made up a dozen useful pieces.

　　 These precious armors were assigned to the barbarians with the highest rank by Richard.

When 　　 charge, they will act as the sharpest arrow to break the formation, take on the enemy's most violent counterattack, and play a decisive role! In any army that has not completely rotten to the roots, this elite must wear the best armor, get the highest salary, and drink the strongest wine!