"Ahem..."

It's the lord again, then ask for advice, and in the end it's you... Frey was shocked by Elter's respectful posture, coughed twice, and waved his hand in a little embarrassedly, "Bailman Commander Elter, if you have any doubts, just ask. You and I are at the same level, you don't need to be so polite." He paused, smiled bitterly, "I don't know what you have spread us like... But that's all over. I am now the battalion commander of the Gray-Clothed Army's spear-breaking camp. Hum, do you understand?"

"I understand, understand." Nodded one after another, Elter raised his right hand and placed it on his chest, with a serious look on his face, "I know Battalion Commander Frey... Well, I know Battalion Commander Frey doesn't want this to spread. Don't worry, since you respect me Elter, I will never spread your identity and cause you any trouble."

"Oh, it's not this. It doesn't matter if I am now..." Sighing, Frey patted his head helplessly. Obviously, Elter misunderstood his meaning, thinking that he would keep the secret and prevent someone from turning over old accounts. But Frey doesn't care about this at all now, but if he denies it directly, he will have a little bit of asking the other party to help promote the famous one. He is really confused. Finally, he simply changed the subject and asked, "By the way, what did you want to ask just now?"

"Oh, that's it." Elter made up his mind to keep the secret while organizing the language. Hesitated and said, "Battleman Commander Frey also knows that if these smuggling caravans are disciplined, they will definitely not be as good as regular soldiers. But since they dare to do this, their combat effectiveness is actually not low. There may even be some thrust figures invited by caravans... Of course, their combat effectiveness is definitely not as high as those of the soldiers who have long spears to break the camp, but, but..."

He paused, looked at the soldiers around him who were not prepared for combat at all, and said weakly, "You have to take the spear... And that brother with a skilled archery skills, where has he been, should he prepare?"

Elter said this very hard. Actually, this was what he wanted to ask before, but because he was worried that the other party would feel despised again, he started to calm down his family and calmed down the atmosphere. Unexpectedly, he later dug out the great god, so he naturally became more careful. Moreover, after learning about Frey's identity, Elter actually didn't want to ask again. Originally, with Captain Frey's team's strength, this small problem was naturally no problem. But seeing the soldiers here completely relaxed, some of them didn't even take it, they still couldn't calm down.

Frey was stunned when he heard this: "Uh...Who said we took action?"

"Ah? No, it's not you?"

He slapped his forehead, "Damn, what do you do to blow the thunder gun-breaking formation?" Frey pointed to the caravan that turned from the foot of the mountain with a laugh and crying, a little furious, "There are 200 people below, so the formation should be set, and the ambush location should be carefully chosen. Whether or not you need to use bait tactics should be considered... Okay, even if you ignore all these and attack directly. But kill people, even if you can't beat them, the pig knows to run away. Do you think we may get rid of our opponents in a few minutes?"

"Uh..." Elter, as the battalion commander, naturally knew about these things. The reason why he still held this kind of brainless thought was that he had not yet walked out of the halo of worship on Frey, and scratched his head in shame, "Who did that act?"

Frey took a deep breath again, looking like he was defeated by you: "Of course...uh, they!" After a moment, he paused, and pointed his arm forward, pointing to the back of the caravan. There were about ten black armor figures that appeared there at some time. At this time, they were scattered into a net and dragged the caravan back toward the caravan. Some were slow and some were fast, like beasts crawling in the grass and approaching the prey, extremely patient...

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The mountain road is rugged and there are gravel blocking the road from time to time. If you just walk around the road at will, this road is not difficult. But if you add other things, such as horses and vehicles that are turning around the foot of the mountain, it will be extremely difficult. However, they seem to be very familiar with this road and have made sufficient preparations. So although the convoy is slower, it is indeed moving forward.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Walking in the front were two middle-aged men, both wearing cotton coats, but one looked tall and burly. The other was a little tall and thin looking with a depressed face. The one who spoke now was the burly and strong man.

"It's nothing... I just think something is wrong here. Well, I should be too careful." The man with a depressed face shook his head and said.

"Brother, you're just too careful." The strong man looked dissatisfied when he heard this.

"Haha, it's always a good thing to do our job, be careful." The tall and thin middle-aged man chuckled twice, then suddenly turned his head. There was still a hill carriage behind him, guarding the crowd, and there was nothing else. His expression finally turned slightly relaxed.

Seeing this, the strong man smacked his lips and said carelessly: "Tsk tsk, don't worry, brother. This is not the first time we have gone on this road. When has there been any problems? Besides, there are only two types of people who will appear here now, one is the barbarian and the other is the Bran Soldier. If it is the barbarian, we have to have the token on our body. They want us to come, and they just let them escort us over. If it is the Bran Soldier..."

He paused and smiled, "Haha, it is impossible for Bran soldiers to appear. Didn't the greedy guy at the level say that there was no combat operation around him, so where did Bran soldiers come from?"

"No! Although that guy took us a lot of money, he couldn't believe everything he said." The tall and thin man shook his head slightly, "Didn't the other person we bought say too? Thirty miles southeast of this, a heavy sword battalion was trapped by the barbarians. A battalion of troops was sent to rescue this morning."

Speaking of this, the tall and thin man couldn't help but frown and sighed, "There's too hurrying above. In fact, it's safest to set off a few days later... Oh, forget it, it's too late to say this now, I just hope you don't meet them."

"Brother said that the Grey-Clothed Army Spear Battalion was here to rescue? Haha..." The strong man couldn't help laughing when he heard this, kicking away the gravel next to his feet, "Okay, you can trap the heavy sword battalion of the Thunder Legion. There must be a large number of barbarians. Not to mention whether the Grey-Clothed Army Spear Battalion can arrive in time... Haha, they'd better pray not to arrive, otherwise, these civilians who usually only hold farm tools will definitely die ugly!"

Rubbing his palms, the strong man looked more excited, "Let's take a step back, even if they drive away the barbarians and save the heavy sword camp, it will definitely be a loss. If we meet us again... Humph, we had several batches of goods last month. Let's not talk about the losses for the time being. The key is that the brothers under his command have suffered many casualties and injuries, and their courage has become smaller. Otherwise, why should we take this risk this time? If there is a chance..."

"What do you want to do if you have the chance?" Hearing this, the tall and thin man's face suddenly sank. His face, which was already very depressed, looked even more conspicuous, and he scolded angrily, "How many times do you have to tell me to understand! Business is business, and never get involved with other messy things!"

After a moment of pause, his expression became even more fierce, "Do you think this is the same as when we fought and grabbed territory? Revenge, revenge, do you have the qualification to revenge? We are seeking money now, do you understand... All we have to do is to secretly avoid everyone, deliver this batch of goods to the barbarians, and then take the money we should get. If you accidentally meet the Bran soldier, you will smile and hold the toll, this is what we can do... If the Bran soldier wants our goods, what should we do? What should I do if we want to kill us? I ask you what to do? Of course we have to resist, right? If the resistance is failed and killed, we deserve it. If we succeed in resisting, we will have to run away. Don't think about it, it will always be found out. Do you think those nobles will still protect us? Do they dare? We will die in the end! If we take a wrong step, we will die! Right? Speak!"

The tall and thin man said this like rain hitting a banana leaf, and was anxious and fast. With the last stern shout, his momentum became even more intense and his expression was ferocious.

The strong man was obviously a little afraid, with a hunched body, and he didn't dare to wipe the spit on his face. He replied timidly: "Big brother, I... am I just talking about it... Just talking about it..."

Slap sex!

Suddenly, just when the atmosphere was stiff, a few claps and applause came from behind. Then, two palms were placed on the shoulders of the strong man and the tall and thin man, and a normal face appeared between the two.

First, I looked at the dazed strong man, "Only my stupidity can highlight my wisdom as a eldest brother. You have done a good job and keep going, I am very optimistic about you!"

Turning his head, looking at the tall and thin man with a drastic face, nodding, showing unconcealed appreciation, "You have a lot of ideas, learn how to cook with me!"
Chapter completed!