Ride and Cut

　　 In the fierce battle, there will be no feeling on the blood. Many people only realize that their physical strength has been severely overdrawn when the dust has settled and their emotions have begun to relax.

The advanced system soldier comes with a little less state recovery function. For the barbarians and centaurs who have just been freed from a **** battle, this recovery is also precious, so that they can at least maintain the physical strength for normal actions. .

　　 In contrast, the dwarf warriors are much more miserable. Their loss of physical strength can only be slowly compensated by rest, and many people are sitting on the battlefield unwilling to get up.

　　 "Sendak, how are your casualties." Richard didn't take a closer look, but he roughly felt that it would be unstoppable in three digits.

　　 Once the individual combat power gap between the two sides crosses a certain limit in a war, the exchange ratio will soar to the point of exaggeration. For the wilderness people, the Alpine Fort Guard is basically above the limit, no matter how hard they work, they can only give it for nothing.

　　 But unfortunately, although the dwarf's strength is good, it is obviously still below the limit. In the face of the huge disadvantage of quantity, the losses will inevitably be heavy.

　　 However, this battle killed half of the wild man's life. There is absolutely no courage to watch the iron ore anymore. The strategic goals of the alpine castle and the dwarves have been achieved.

　　 Richard yelled twice and didn't get a response. He turned his head and saw Robbie crying in the rain.

　　 "Uncle Sendak is dead!"

　　 He held a corpse in his arms, and nearly half of his breastplate was smashed into it by a heavy blow. From the cracks, he could see broken bones and flesh and blood inside. The continuous rain falling from the sky flows in from the gaps in the armor, but when it comes out, it is as clear as before, and it is obvious that the blood all over the body has long been drained.

　　 walked over and squatted and lifted the helmet visor, Richard saw Sendak's pale face with his eyes closed, and there was no life left for a long time.

　　 Before, he was probably worried about the safety of the tribe. He always had a stern face with a worried and determined look. At this moment, he finally lifted all the burdens, but it seemed that there was a kind of tranquility and peace that he had never seen before.

　　 "May you rest in peace." He had a good impression of Sendak, a bold and brave dwarf. But in today's fierce battle, whether it can survive to the end depends on luck.

"You are the patriarch now, take responsibility." Richard patted Robbie on the shoulder and looked directly into his eyes. "Count the soldiers' casualties and deal with the dead bodies outside. The most important thing is to quickly organize manpower to help. Wounded soldier."

　　 He looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and purple electric snakes flickered from time to time, and the rain was so dense that it was like pouring water. The heavy raindrops of beans hit the skin, making them cold and painful.

　　 In such weather, those warriors who lose their strength or are injured when exposed to the outdoors will quickly lose their temperature. Enough lives have been lost today, and it is a joke to expand the loss because of this.

　　 Robbie picked up Sendak's corpse and walked away, hurriedly and helplessly.

　　 Richard took his guard back to the station for repairs. Although the dwarf women and children were grieving for the passing of the tribal warrior, they still tried their best to maintain respect for the alpine fort who participated in the battle, and provided sufficient food and water.

　　 But most people have no appetite, so they chat together in small groups to soothe their nervous nerves.

　　 Lord Lord changed into clean clothes and moved a stool to sit at the door, watching the continuous flow of soldiers carrying the corpses of his own soldiers outside, and he couldn't help being speechless.

　　 "It's miserable." For their persistence, the dwarf paid the price in blood.

　　 "Yes." Annie leaned against the wall, playing listlessly with an arrow in her hand. The half-elf's fingers were very dexterous, and the sharp clusters of arrows flew around and dazzled, but they never stabbed the skin.

　　 "I don't know how much is left."

　　 "I just counted, about two hundred died in the battle." Annie sighed.

　　 Today's scenes and peacetime skirmishes are completely different things, and it is the only thing Annie has seen in her life. The most primitive **** scene when the battle was fierce, she just vomited after seeing the wall, and now she is still a little sluggish, and has to play with arrow clusters to divert her attention, but it doesn't seem to have much effect.

　　 Richard had the final say in his heart. Before the war, the dwarf warriors had five hundred zeros, but now there should be less than three hundred left with the wounded. You must know that they were originally a big tribe with nearly a thousand warriors! It is impossible to describe this kind of pain with injuries.

　　 Fortunately, the most difficult moment has passed, and the next thing to do is to wait for the night of the full moon to arrive.

　　 If you want to say that you are heartless, you have to count the two generals. They saw that the food sent by the dwarf just now was not moving, and they secretly threw off the cheeks and ate Hesai, and felt that they had not been discovered.

　　 Richard drew out the Dragon Slashing Great Sword. Due to his violent use, the original straight blade is now obviously curved.

　　 "Can we talk about the weapons business." Annie hesitated, but after all she took the initiative to speak up.

　　 "Don't worry, let me ask you something." Richard tried to step on the blade straight again with his feet, but quickly chose to give up-he stepped on the curved blade into an M-shaped double arc.

　　 "Okay." Annie is now worried that Richard will kick Woya Firm away and cooperate with the dwarf.

　　 In fact, she thinks too much. If Richard wants to realize the product, he must rely on commercial power. The Woya firm, which has long been familiar, is definitely a better choice than other strangers.

　　 "As far as I know, the iron smelting tax in Pompeii is very high."

　　 "Yes." Annie nodded ~www.readwn.com~ The officials of the empire may be confused about other things, but they are experts in money. They fully understand that the demand for ironware in the wilderness represents a huge financial benefit, so Pompeii levied heavy taxes and swallowed the largest piece of cake into his stomach.

　　 Wool does not come out of donkeys, and the taxes paid by iron merchants can only come from the indigenous peoples. Therefore, every tax collected in the treasury is equivalent to the indigenous people’s work for Pompeii's finances.

　　 This kind of method is actually not new at all. In Richard's cognition, it can be called the trade scissors.

　　 And the previous behavior of Voya Trading Co., Ltd. to mine and smelt iron in the wilderness on its own is undoubtedly cutting the tail of Pompeii imperialism.

　　 "If we sell the ironware produced in the wilderness back to China, do we need to pay taxes other than the road tax?" Richard wondered if the cut was cut anyway, and I would be sorry if we didn't increase our efforts.

　　 He doesn't think much of the demand of the natives in the wilderness, it is too low-end, and it is a business of mass volume.

　　 If you want to make a fortune, you have to start with the Pompeii market, such as other pioneering nobles.

　　 Without investigating, he knew that border development is definitely a big business. A territory where birds don’t **** may not be a big deal, but the attached aristocratic status is invaluable to some people, and doing business with them is more promising than going around in the wilderness.

　　 "From a legal point of view, it does not seem to be used. But... this way the iron ore is exposed."

　　 "It's fine if you don't need it." Richard was only half-selective.

　　 Annie's idea is still habitually starting from the perspective of the firm, worrying that once she is exposed, her colleagues might come to grab business.

Richard is afraid of a fart-those who have the ability to wrestle with him on this one-third of the land do not appreciate the income of an iron ore; and those who can appreciate the income of iron ore will not be too strong. They dare to come and be afraid of being caught He was beaten as a pig.