"bump!"

"brush!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Grab it!"

"Whoever gets it first wins!"

Soldiers from five countries crossed the border of Frevans and launched an all-out war towards the territory of Frevans.

However, when these soldiers came in, they found that the residents of the surrounding villages had all disappeared for unknown reasons. However, in the rooms of those residents, they found a large number of platinum-lead ore products.

At this time, these soldiers were all red-eyed. To them, these platinum-lead products were simply works of art and high-value treasures.

"Stop it all!"

"No burning, killing, looting or looting is allowed until we have completely invaded the royal capital!"

"We are here to defeat King Freifans and punish his dictatorial behavior of economic monopoly, not a group of bandits!"

That's right, the five neighboring countries around the country of Frevans used an excuse to launch an invasion of Frevans at the same time, to oppose Frevans' economic monopoly and to oppose Frevans' absolute control of the platinum-lead mines.

Control.

These five countries are not invaders, but they attacked Freifans in order to help the whole world...

Even if these kings are trying to satisfy their own selfish desires, they still have to wear a fig leaf for themselves because of their royal status.

"Hehehe..."

"In war, whatever we grab first belongs to us. Why not this time? Do you think we are fighting in vain?"

Some soldiers were not convinced by the superiors' discipline and directly retorted.

"you!"

The young officer was so angry that he felt angry inside.

Some veterans who have been in the army all year round are the most difficult to manage. They are simply not convinced by the younger officers.

"Snapped!"

Just when the young officer was angry, a middle-aged captain pointed his whip directly at the old soldier.

"ah!"

I saw a blood mark being drawn out from the veteran's back.

He was rolling on the ground in pain.

"Rules are rules, anyone who disobeys them will be killed!"

The middle-aged captain's eyes exuded a fierce light, scanning the faces of every soldier.

The soldiers who were seen by the middle-aged captain did not dare to look at each other and hurriedly lowered their heads.

"I hope this won't happen again in the future. As long as the final battle is won, these rewards are indispensable for you. Don't lose big for small things!"

"Think about it carefully. There are so many platinum-lead products in a remote village. What kind of scenery will the royal capital, known as the White Town, look like?"

After giving these soldiers a whip, the middle-aged sergeant quickly gave everyone a candy.

The soldiers were full of expectations for the capital of the Kingdom of Freifans, and the morale of the entire army slowly rose again.

"You still have the means!"

The young sergeant major carefully studied the middle-aged sergeant's skills and kept nodding.

"Hey~ when you stay in this army for a long time, you will understand what these soldiers want and how to keep them fighting."

"It's all about experience, it's nothing."

The middle-aged sergeant waved his hand gently to the young sergeant, as if it was nothing special.

"I learned it! I learned it!"

Although the young non-commissioned officer and the middle-aged non-commissioned officer were on the same level, the young non-commissioned officer immediately lowered his attitude and faced the middle-aged non-commissioned officer with the attitude of a student learning from his teacher.

"It's okay...I will still rely on you more in the future!"

The middle-aged sergeant laughed and patted the young sergeant lightly on the shoulder.

"Hehehe..."

"Hahaha……"

The battlefield that should have been filled with blood and tears was filled with the laughter and laughter of the two men.

…

"War! It's time for war again~"

In the underworld of the new world.

Countless black businessmen gathered here, and they all started to make preparations as soon as they learned that Freifans was fighting.

"Arms, medical supplies, food, cigarettes, alcohol, household supplies... and people are all hard goods!"

Several businessmen were sitting in a tavern, smoking cigars and chatting.

"I'm going to do something big this time!"

"I heard that Freifans lacks everything but money. This time I have prepared a large number of firearms for this country that is not short of money... I will definitely make a lot of money."

The person speaking was a young businessman? His eyes exuded a passion for money, a look that was almost adoring. He liked money, praised money, and supported money.

"arms……"

"I don't sell weapons..."

Is the person speaking a middle-aged businessman? His eyes have long lost the vitality that a young man should have, and are more of a calm one. He no longer makes assumptions, but rather makes money through experience.

"Weapons can only make a lot of money. It's a huge profit business... You know what I like most is this kind of business that can make a lot of money without any investment."

The young businessman listened to the middle-aged businessman's words, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes? He purchased these weapons from the navy.

Because of the Navy's collective withdrawal from the New World, many of the fortresses originally set up by the Navy in the New World were abandoned, and the weapons in the fortresses became somewhat redundant.

These weapons were very clumsy, and the models were already outdated. The cost of transporting them was too high. After some calculations, the hurried navy decided to sell them all and just let all the navy personnel evacuate.

Out of the new world.

And it was these black marketeers who bought these weapons.

"But my channels tell me? Freifans has no shortage of weapons at all... They bought the best weapons in the world from a certain big shot..."

The middle-aged man took out a golden lighter from his trouser pocket and lit a cigarette for himself. He preferred these small cigarettes to the cigars smoked by young people.

"I know...this news is not a secret...when the big ship is sailing on the sea, even a blind man can see the flag on it..."

"Otherwise, it would be impossible for such a big ship to safely cross the New World."

The young man looked at the middle-aged man with disdain. He thought that the middle-aged man knew some special news. It turned out that it was just these crappy stuff.

"Hehehe... Now that you know it, you still want to do this arms business?"

"Do you think your equipment is more advanced than that adult's?"

The middle-aged man was not angry at the young man's aggressive words. He continued to light his cigarette and smiled softly.

"It's not a question of whether I'm advanced or not, but a question of the amount of weapons I have!"

"No matter how big the ship is, how many weapons can it carry?"

"How can it be possible for Freifans to finish this battle? And how expensive must those weapons be?"

"When the time comes, I will naturally need weapons."

The young man's words were full of confidence.

"Haha, congratulations to you then!"

The middle-aged man smiled softly and raised the wine glass in his hand.

"Of course~"

The young businessman also raised his wine glass high at this time.

"Praise to the new world! Praise to the war!"

"bump!"

With a clink of glasses, the two drank all the wine in their glasses.

A war that others may avoid is a grand banquet in the eyes of these war merchants!
Chapter completed!