Chapter 382 You Have Great Ideas, Learn How to Cook with Me!

"Ahem..."

It's adults again, then asking for advice, and finally it's you... Frey was shaken by Elt's respectful posture, coughed twice, and waved his hands in a somewhat embarrassed manner, "Battlemaster Elt, if you have any questions, feel free to ask. Ask. You and I are on the same level, so there is no need to be so polite." After a pause, he shook his head with a wry smile, "I don't know what you are saying about us... But that is all in the past. I am now the battalion of the gray army's spear-breaking camp. Chang. Well, do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand." Nodding one after another, Elt raised his right hand and put it on his chest with a serious look on his face, "I know Camp Commander Frey, you... Well, I know Camp Commander Frey doesn't want this matter to spread. Don't worry. , since you think highly of me, Erte, I will never let your identity out and cause you any trouble."

"Oh, that's not the case. My current status doesn't matter..." Sighing, Frey patted his head helplessly. Obviously, Elt misunderstood the meaning and thought he was asked to keep it a secret to prevent anyone from opening up old scores. But Frey doesn't care about this at all now, but if he denies it directly, it would mean asking the other party to help promote his name, which is really confusing. Finally, he changed the subject and asked, "By the way, what did you want to ask just now?"

"Oh, that's it." Elt was determined to keep this secret while organizing his words. After hesitating for a while, he said, "Captain Frey also knows that if these smuggling caravans are disciplined, then they must be They are not as good as regular soldiers. But since they dare to do this, their combat effectiveness is actually not low. There may even be some tough people among them that the caravan has spent a lot of money to hire... Of course, their combat effectiveness is definitely not as good as those of you who have broken the camp with spears. The soldiers are taller, but, but..."

After a pause, he glanced at the soldiers around him who were not prepared for battle at all, and said weakly, "You have to take the spear...and that brother who is good at archery. Where is he? Do you want to prepare too?" Down?"

Erte said these words with great difficulty. In fact, this was what he had wanted to ask before, but because he was worried that the other party would feel slighted again, he first stopped to calm down the atmosphere. Unexpectedly, he later dug up the great god, so he naturally became more careful with what he said. And after learning about Frey's identity, Elt actually didn't want to ask anymore. Originally, with the strength of Captain Everly's team, this little problem was naturally not a problem. But seeing how the soldiers here were completely relaxed, and some of them didn't even take anything, I still couldn't calm down.

Frey was stunned when he heard this: "Uh...who said it was us?"

"Huh? No, not you?"

He slapped his forehead and said, "Damn it, what the hell did you make of the Thunder Gun Breaking Team..." Frey pointed at the caravan that turned around from the foot of the mountain, dumbfounded, and said angrily, "There are still two hundred people down here. For the number one, the formation should be set up, the ambush location should be carefully selected, and whether bait tactics are needed should also be considered... Okay, even if you ignore all these and attack directly. But killing people, even if it is a fight However, pigs also know how to run away, do you think we can defeat our opponents in a few minutes?"

"Uh..." Elt, as the battalion commander, is naturally aware of these things. The reason why he still holds this somewhat stupid idea is because he has not been able to get out of Frey's aura of admiration. He is ashamed. Scratching his head, "Then who took action?"

Frey took a deep breath again, with a look of defeat on your face: "Of course... uh, them!" After a pause, he stretched out his arm and pointed at the back of the caravan, where a dozen black men appeared out of nowhere. The silhouette of A was now scattered and approaching the people behind the caravan, some slowly, some quickly, like a beast crawling in the grass approaching its prey, extremely patient...

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The mountain road is rugged, with gravel blocking the path from time to time. If just ordinary people were walking casually, this road would not be difficult. But if you add other things, such as horses and vehicles that are now turning around the bottom of the mountain, it will be extremely difficult. However, they seemed to be very familiar with this road and had made adequate preparations. So although the speed of this convoy is slower, it is indeed moving forward.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Walking at the front were two middle-aged men, both wearing cotton-padded clothes, but one looked dignified and tall. The other one looking around is a little tall and thin, with a gloomy face. It was the burly man who was speaking now.

"It's nothing... I just feel that something is wrong here. Well, I must be too worried." Looking back, the man with a gloomy face shook his head and said.

"Brother, you are just too careful." The strong man looked disapproving when he heard this.

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

The strong man smacked his lips when he saw this, and said carelessly: "Tsk, don't worry, brother. This is not the first time we have walked this road. When has there been any problem? Besides, there are only two kinds 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 a token with us. They are eager for us to come, so they can escort us there. If it is the Bran soldier..."

After a pause, he smiled and said, "Haha, it's impossible for Bran soldiers to appear. Didn't the greedy guy at the level say that there are no combat operations around at all, so where are the Bran soldiers coming from?"

"No! Even though that guy charged us a lot of money, we can't believe everything he says." The tall and thin man shook his head slightly, "Didn't the other person we bribed also say that, thirty miles southeast of here? There is an epee battalion that is being trapped by barbarians, and a battalion was sent to rescue them at the checkpoint this morning."

Having said this, the tall and thin man couldn't help but frowned and sighed, "The higher-ups are too anxious. In fact, it would be safest to leave a few days later... Oh, forget it, it's too late to say this now. I just hope I don't run into them." "

"Brother, what kind of Gray Army Spear Battalion did you say came to the rescue? Haha..." The strong man couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, and kicked away the gravel at his feet, "Okay, if you can trap the Thunder Legion's Heavy Sword Battalion, then There must be a lot of barbarians, not to mention whether the gray army spear battalion can arrive in time... Ha, they better pray not to arrive, otherwise these civilians who usually only carry farm tools will definitely die in an ugly way!"

Rubbing his palms together, the strong man's expression became more excited, "Taking a step back, even if they drive away the barbarians and save the heavy sword camp, both sides will definitely suffer losses. If they encounter us again... hmph, last month we were... Several batches of goods were robbed. Let’s not talk about the losses for now. The key point is that many of our brothers were killed and injured, and their courage has become weaker. Otherwise, why would we take the risk this time. If there is a chance..."

"What are you going to do when you get the chance!" Upon hearing this, the tall and thin man's face suddenly darkened, and his already gloomy face became even more serious. He scolded angrily, "How many times do I have to say it to you before you understand! Business is business, Never get involved with other messy things!"

After a pause, his expression became more serious, "Do you think this is still the fight we used to fight for territory? Revenge, revenge, do you have the qualifications to retaliate? We are seeking money now, do you understand... All we have to do is Sneak away from everyone, deliver this cargo to the barbarians, and then take the money we deserve. If we accidentally encounter Bran soldiers, just smile and take the toll, this is what we can do... If What should Bran soldiers do if they want our goods and want to kill us? I ask you what to do? Of course we have to resist, right? If we fail to resist and be killed, we deserve it. If we succeed in resisting and kill these soldiers, we can only Escape. Don’t think about it, we will always be found out. Do you think those nobles will protect us? Do they dare? We will die in the end! If you make one wrong move, you will die! Right? Speak!"

The words of the tall and thin man were like rain hitting the plantains, urgent and fast. With the final stern shout, his momentum became more intense, and his expression was ferocious.

The strong man was obviously a little scared, his stature was stooped, and he didn't dare to wipe the spit from his face. He timidly replied: "Brother, I... I'm just talking... I'm just talking. …”

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, just when the atmosphere was tense, several bursts of applause came from behind. Then two palms were placed on the shoulders of the strong man and the tall and thin man respectively, and an ordinary face appeared between them.

First, he turned his head and looked at the stunned strong man, "Only the stupidity of the younger brother can bring out the wisdom of the elder brother. You are doing well, keep up the good work, I am very optimistic about you!"

He turned around and looked at the tall and thin man whose expression changed drastically. He nodded with unabashed appreciation and said, "You have great ideas. Learn how to cook with me!"

…………(To be continued.)