After burying the innocent victims in this unknown farm, the team did not pursue the dozen or so barbarians in the end, but chose to continue on the road.

Everyone knew that there was nothing right or wrong about this approach. Of course, the atmosphere of the team was inevitably suppressed. Especially in the next journey, they discovered two tragic situations...

One place is on the side of the road, with many corpses lying in the weeds. From the clothing, it should be small business groups, such as cloth clothes and quilts, and goods such as cloth clothes and quilts are scattered all over the ground, and food and wine barrels are taken away.

One place was at the foot of the mountain range and was discovered by scouts. This group of people were civilian farmers, including men and women, elderly and children, etc. The direction of the body falling down should be to retreat to the mountain, but they were hit and slaughtered.

It is still a situation where the means are still cruel, or they are torn apart... Needless to say, it was another attack by the barbarians.

The team buried the bodies and continued to move forward. Most of the soldiers' expressions were forbearing and dull. Although they had not really set foot on the battlefield, the unique cruel meaning of the battlefield was still shrouded. Of course, their hatred for the barbarians was completely aroused.

Just in the evening, the team arrived outside the Paso level. After some formalities, the team successfully stepped in.

Although it was evening, there were bonfires in the level, illuminating the main road area as bright as day. The interior area was not large, but the military equipment up and down the city walls were full of military equipment. Basically, except for heavy weapons like Thunder Hammer, there were still no shortage of city guard crossbows.

The level is a pure military building. In addition to the soldiers walking around wearing armor, there are basically no common civilians in the public. It is late at night, so Tang En and the others are naturally going to be taken to the barracks. However, when they were halfway through, the Bran soldiers in front quickly leaned over, and then the gray-clothed soldiers retreated to the side of the road.

"Get out of here, get out of here... and say you, get out of here..."

The Bran soldier probably knew what was going on, so he retreated automatically. The gray-clothed soldiers were a little confused and retreated a little slower, so they immediately received a violent curse. Then dozens of blood-stained soldiers rushed past him, and many people were carrying dying soldiers on the backs and simple stretchers in their hands.

"So arrogant, Brother Frey, what's the origin?" David asked with a lip curl and turned his head to ask.

"Shh..." Frey's expression was a little serious, and he immediately raised his fingers to signal quietness. Then he looked at the other party who had completely passed through the team, then put away his solemn expression and sighed, "Brother David, if you have any doubts in the future, you can ask in a low voice. If the other party heard it just now, it would be an inevitable conflict."

"Uh, I know." David touched his hair embarrassedly, and then asked tentatively, "Well, they are very awesome?"

"I don't know if it's powerful or not. It must be less powerful than you, but... they are wounded soldiers who just retreated from the battlefield." After a little heavy tone, Frey looked a little sad and moved, "I saw the leader just now? Well, it's the one who scolded people. The rank of Battalion Commander Bran was nailed to his military uniform cuffs, which means there are at least 300 soldiers under his command, but we saw it just now, and there were less than 100 wounded soldiers being carried..."

He paused, "The barbarians are fierce, and ordinary soldiers can only fight against their lives. So every battle, there are many injured people. Of course, they need to be treated if they are injured. The best and fastest treatment method is the priests of the Temple of Light, but they usually only follow large armies. For such inconspicuous levels, they will naturally not come, haha..."

Speaking of this, Frey smiled faintly with a sarcastic smile, shook his head, and continued, "The soldiers here are injured. If they are slightly injured, they can only rely on military doctors if they are seriously injured. Well, the level of military doctors is higher, but it is difficult to cure if they are seriously injured in the hands of barbarians. If they are delivered in time and their lives are hard, they may be able to save a life. It is hard to say if they are slower... Huh, so when they encounter such wounded soldiers who are eager to rush to the military doctor treatment center, they have to give up a way, because it is likely to be the last way for more than a dozen soldiers."

Sighing faintly, Fresh had seen such scenes for a lot of time, his expression had not changed much, but his tone was a little sad.

David's face gradually became serious when he heard this, and finally he focused: "I understand, Brother Frey."

Although the Gray-Clothed Army and the Bran nobles are now cooperating, they still have some hatred in their hearts, especially the lower-class soldiers who actually fought against each other. However, now they have a common enemy, the barbarians of the Northern Wilderness, so they have come together. However, since they have cooperated, even if they don’t expect to be able to help each other on the battlefield, at least they must not block each other’s life. Otherwise, in thirty years, no one can guarantee that they will not be the one lying on a stretcher one day.

After seeing this scene, after a long time of intense anger, the soldiers of the gray-clothed army had a clear understanding of the barbarians. Even if the soldiers of the battalion were not elites of the three legions, their combat effectiveness would not be much lower. But now they are at such a point, how can they not be shocked?

Then there was no trouble again, and the team arrived at the camp smoothly.

It is said to be a camp, but it is actually a vast room similar to a warehouse, with simple bedding and bedding arranged in rows. It is a bit like what Tang En and the others saw in the mine before, but after all, it is a military camp. In order to prevent the spread of plague and other diseases, the hygiene is done well and there is no odor.

In fact, if it is a large heavy city, the barracks there will be arranged rooms according to the arrangement of each team, but there is no such condition here, so some of the gray-clothed soldiers lived with Bran soldiers for the first time.

Of course, in order to prevent any problems, the officers on both sides lived here to suppress them. And because they were vaguely worried that once a conflict broke out, they would suffer losses, so the officers brought in all the elite soldiers. Frey, a long spear-breaking camp with a reputation among the gray-clothed army, was naturally the first to be affected.

Before entering the house, a small thing happened. In that house, a person who should be a logistics officer was reporting a list, while the logistics soldiers inside hugged some bedding aside, then put on the bedding he brought over. Some soldiers who were already staying in the house sat on the bed, some were looking at the scene lightly.

"Haha, this is quite hygienic." A young soldier with a spear breaking into the camp glanced through the window and turned his head and said casually.

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere changed. Almost all the soldiers around him looked over, with a little angry expression and an impatient feeling ready to move.

Slap, "Uh... Sorry, the new one has never been to the front line, sorry." The thin monkey responded quickly and slapped the young soldier on the back of the head, then spread his hands sincerely to signal. The Bran soldiers finally snorted and turned their heads away.

"Uh, what rules did this violate?" David leaned close to Frey and asked in a low voice. Tang En and the others also looked over. To be honest, they just thought like the young soldier, but they just didn't say it out.

"This... Well, the reason for changing the bedding is only one aspect." Frey said with a bitter taste in the corner of his mouth, "The places where the bedding were removed mean that the soldiers who had been sleeping there before had already died in battle."

Luke nodded thoughtfully: "Is it because of a taboo?"

He shook his head, "No. Who is in the army, who has no life in his hands? You should be afraid of living people." Frey pointed to another statistical logistics officer and said, "Well, the soldiers' military pay is paid once every six months. If you are lucky, there are some extra income similar to rewards. It is naturally unsafe to put them on your body to fight. Generally, some are collected and sent directly to your home. The families of our gray-clothed soldiers are basically at the base, so there is no problem. But these Bran soldiers can only put the scattered money under the bedding. This is what the officer counts now..."

Speaking of this, Frey lowered his voice slightly, "Of course, if they were asked to send it back, they would probably deduct a part of it, but it would not be too much. They could send it back in some ways."

Daran nodded, Tang En and the others looked at each other, all of whom were feeling a little emotional. Fortunately, Frey was on the side, otherwise they really didn't know how many hidden mines they would step on. Not to mention beating the barbarians or seeking revenge on Sethman, the conflict with Bran's soldiers would be enough to drink.

David scratched his head: "Brother Frey, you can just say anything else you need to pay attention to. Otherwise, I am really worried that I will step on it again if I accidentally step on it... I am not afraid of fighting, but this inexplicable conflict, uh, in the end I ignored it, that would be a bit fucked."

Frey spread his hands when he heard this: "It's almost like that, and... I can't remember it for a while. Well, when you meet it, just ask me directly."

"All right."

...

After the logistics soldiers were packed up, everyone entered the room in a row, and the beds were arranged, and there was no difference, so naturally it was impossible to cause any conflicts.

When we arrived at other people's places, some things naturally needed to be communicated and reached a consensus. This time, two thousand people came to the Gray Clothing Army, one regiment commander and three battalion commanders. After confirming the bed, Frey and others went to the level command center under the leadership of the messenger. Tang En was also at the level of the regiment commander, but it was not in the military system, so he refused the invitation.
Chapter completed!