In the fierce battle, the blood will not feel anything, and many people only find that their physical strength has been seriously overdrawn when their emotions begin to relax after the dust has settled.

The advanced system soldier comes with a little bit of state regeneration, which is precious for the barbarians and centaurs who have just been freed from a bloody battle, so that they can at least maintain the physical strength to operate normally.

In contrast, the dwarven warriors were much more miserable, and their lost stamina could only be made up for by resting, and many of them sat paralyzed on the battlefield and refused to get up.

"Sendak, how are your casualties? Richard didn't look closely, but he had a rough feeling that he couldn't beat the triple digits.

Once the gap between the individual combat effectiveness of the two sides in a war crosses a certain line, the exchange ratio will soar to the point of exaggeration. For the wilderness, the Alpine Fort Guards are basically above the boundary, and no matter how hard they try, they can only give it for nothing.

Unfortunately, the dwarves, while not bad, are clearly below the bounds. In the face of the huge disadvantage of quantity, the losses will inevitably be relatively heavy.

However, this battle wiped out half of the old lives of the wilderness, and there was absolutely no courage to dare to spy on the iron ore again, and the strategic goals of the mountain fort and the dwarves were achieved.

Richard shouted twice but received no response, and when he turned his head, he saw Robbie's face crying in the rain.

"Uncle Sendak is dead!"

He was holding a corpse in his arms, nearly half of his breastplate had been dented by the blow, and the broken bones and flesh could be seen through the cracks. The rain that fell from the sky flowed through the cracks in the armor, but when it came out, it was as clear as ever, and it was obvious that the blood in his body had long since dried up.

Walking over and crouching down to lift the helmet and armor, Richard saw Sendak's pale face with his eyes closed, and he was no longer half alive.

Before, he was probably worried about the safety of the tribe, he always looked worried and resolute with a straight face, but now he finally unloaded all his burdens, and he looked like he had never seen a kind of peace and tranquility.

"Rest in peace. "He had a good impression of Sendak, a bold and brave dwarf. But in such a fierce battle today, whether or not you can survive to the end depends on your luck.

"You are now the patriarch, take responsibility. Richard patted Robbie on the shoulder and looked him in the eye, "Count how many casualties the soldiers have, dispose of the bodies of the dead outside, and the most important thing is to quickly organize people to rescue the wounded soldiers." ”

He looked up at the clouds in the sky, and from time to time purple electric snakes flickered, and the rain was so dense that it almost looked like pouring water. Patches of bean raindrops hit the skin, which was cool and painful.

In such weather, those who are out of strength or injured in the outdoors will quickly lose temperature. Enough lives have passed today, and it would be a joke to magnify the losses because of this.

Robbie picked up Sendak's body and walked away, his back in a panicked and helpless manner.

Richard returned to the garrison with his guards to repair, and although the dwarven women and children mourned the loss of the tribal warriors, they still tried their best to maintain respect for the mountain fort that participated in the battle, and provided them with plenty of food and water.

However, most people don't have much appetite, so they gather in groups to chat and relieve their nerves.

The lord changed into clean clothes and sat at the door with a stool, watching the endless flow of the corpses of his own warriors outside.

"It's miserable. "The dwarves paid the price of blood for their perseverance.

"yes. Anne leaned against the wall, listlessly playing with a cluster of arrows in her hand. The half-elf's fingers were very dexterous, and the sharp arrows flew around dazzlingly, but they never pierced the skin.

"I don't know how many are left. ”

"I counted just now, and there were about two hundred dead. Anne sighed.

Today's scene is completely different from the usual skirmish, and it is also a lifetime for Anne. She vomited directly from behind the wall the most primitive bloody scenes when the war was raging, and she was still a little sluggish, and had to play with arrows to divert her attention, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

Richard calculated in his heart, before the start of the war, the dwarven warriors had five hundred, and now there should be less than three hundred left including the wounded. You must know that they were originally a large tribe of nearly a thousand warriors!

But fortunately, the most difficult moment has passed, and all that remains to do is to wait for the night of the full moon.

If you want to say that you have no heart and lungs, you have to count the two generals, they saw that no one moved the food sent by the dwarf just now, and they secretly shook off their cheeks and ate the sea plug together, and they felt that they had not been discovered.

Richard drew the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword, the originally straight blade now clearly taking on an arc due to his violent use.

"Can we talk about the arms business? Anne hesitated, but finally took the initiative to speak.

"Don't be busy, I'll ask you something. Richard tried to straighten the blade again with his foot, but quickly gave up - he stepped on the curved blade into an M-shaped double arc.

"Good. "Anne is now worried that Richard will kick the Voya Firm away and work with the dwarves herself.

In fact, she thought too much, Richard had to use business power to monetize his products, and Woya Firm, which he had long been familiar with, was definitely a better choice than other strangers.

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

"Yes. Anne nodded.

The officials of the empire may be confused about other things, but they are experts at money. They understood full well that the need for iron in the wilderness represented great financial benefits, so Pompeii swallowed the largest piece of the cake into his stomach by imposing heavy taxes.

The wool does not come from the donkeys, and the taxes paid by the ironsmiths can only come from the natives, so every tax money is deposited in the treasury of the natives as a day job for Pompeii's finances.

This method is actually not new at all, and in Richard's cognition, it can be called the trade scissors poor.

In the past, the act of the Voya trading house in mining and smelting iron in the wilderness was undoubtedly cutting the tail of Pompeii imperialism.

"If we sell the iron tools produced in the wilderness back to China, do we need to pay taxes other than road tax?" Richard thought to himself that he had cut everything anyway, and he was really sorry for his conscience if he didn't increase his efforts.

He doesn't really look down on the needs of the wilderness natives, it's too low-end, and it's completely a volume business.

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

He didn't need to investigate to know that border development was definitely a big business. A territory where birds don't poop may not be a big deal, but the nobility that comes with it is worth a lot to some, and doing business with them is more promising than going around the wilderness.

"Legally, it doesn't seem to be. But...... So that the iron ore is exposed. ”

"It's good if you don't have to. Richard selectively listened only halfway.

Anne's thoughts are still habitually from the perspective of the business house, worried that once exposed, there may be peers who come to the door to steal business.

Richard is afraid of a fart - those who have the ability to wrestle with him on this acre and three points of land can't look down on the income of an iron mine, and those who can see the income of iron ore will not be too strong, and they dare to come for fear that they will be beaten into a pig's head by him.