Without hesitation, the old minotaur stepped into the newly opened door, and the dozen or so minotaurs with metal rods rushed up eagerly and followed closely behind, followed by the other minotaurs.

Zhang Zhongjun looked at these minotaurs who poured into the camp very calmly, but his leaders were not so calm, they all waited intently, clenched the weapons in their hands, and stared at these minotaurs tightly.

Entering the camp, the situation of the camp also completely fell into the eyes of the minotaur, and a noise naturally sounded from the minotaur.

"No, I thought this camp that suddenly appeared was very powerful, but I didn't expect it to be so simple, it's not as good as our old camp!"

"Yes, yes, look at those houses, they are just a few pieces of wood and a few pieces of grass, which are not as good as our tents!"

"Also, look at them, they are dressed in tatters, they look poor, although we don't have any money, but we also have a piece of animal skin without holes!"

"Hahaha, look, they still use stone tools! It's just extremely poor! How many years ago we didn't use stone tools?!"

The minotaurs, who were originally a little demoralized because of Zhang Zhongjun's previous flame knife, recovered their morale inexplicably after discovering that this camp and the people in it could not be compared with themselves in all aspects, and they all looked a little complacent!

The old minotaur didn't care much about the situation in the camp and the situation of the people, but when he saw Zhang Zhongjun dressed in bright clothes, which was in huge contrast with the appearance of the turtles of the people, he originally wanted to say something to Zhang Zhongjun, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he said a little distantly: "Thank you, my lord, please let us leave as soon as possible." ”

Zhang Zhongjun blinked his eyes, and he naturally noticed the change in the expression in the eyes of the old minotaur, looking at his new clothes, and then looking at the shabby clothes of the leader, especially the 700 forward leader's clothes that were not only shabby but also dirty, Zhang Zhongjun naturally knew why the old minotaur changed his attitude.

But Zhang Zhongjun can't do anything about such a thing, could it be that he can't change the clothes of his own people, and as the owner of the noble pearl, he has the privilege to be exempted from quarantine?

Don't say that people understand it, and even if they do, they can't change the other party's attitude, after all, no matter what you say, you can't change the essence of your own master enjoying glory and your subordinates are enduring hardship.

But it doesn't matter, they are outsiders, and they don't need to care about their attitude, anyway, their own leaders can understand their own lord's intentions, after all, these lords are their foundation, and these minotaurs are just outsiders, after leaving here, I don't know if there is still the possibility of meeting.

Therefore, Zhang Zhongjun didn't care about the minotaur at all, but waved his hand very indifferently, and his soldiers naturally immediately opened the intact walled gate, revealing the big river that could be seen directly.

Seeing this scene, the minotaur who was also secretly guarding in his heart couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the old minotaur nodded very gratefully and said: "Dare to ask the name of the lord and the name of the force, my barbarian iron tribe will remember the adult's affection this time." ”

Zhang Zhongjun reflexively said his name: "My name is Zhang Hongyi, and I am ......" but the name of the force behind him hesitated for a while before saying: "It is the head of the Black Eagle Battalion." ”

Zhang Zhongjun was very satisfied with the name he chosen, of course it was nondescript to use the territorial name of "Eagle's Beak Bend", and it would be inappropriate to use the name Da Chen Dynasty. And if you claim to be the king or the grand duke or something, it is tantamount to provoking the House of Lords who don't know where to stare at, so this [Black Eagle Battalion] is a very good name, since there is the name of your own territory, and it will not offend the House of Lords, it is really the best name.

"Well, this is a token from my [Iron Tribe], if we settle down in the new camp, we will naturally send someone to repay you, and you can also make a request to us with this token at that time. The old minotaur didn't know where to take out a small metal rod that had shrunk countless times, becoming only the thickness of his fingers, and the appearance was exactly the same as the metal rod in his hand, and handed it to Zhang Zhongjun.

Zhang Zhongjun took it unceremoniously, and felt a little heavy when he held it in his hand, and it was indeed an alloy object smelted by gold and other metals.

Zhang Zhongjun, who was playing with the metal rod, was about to say something, when his soldiers suddenly shouted: "Lord!

Zhang Zhongjun turned his head to look, and from the hole that was cut by Zhang Zhongjun, he could see that on the dirt road in the dense forest in the distance, hundreds of pikemen wearing leather armor and galloping on a tall giant horse appeared.

Seeing that the cavalry rode up the banner fluttering in the wind, Zhang Zhongjun turned his head to the old minotaur and asked, "This should be the troops of the Witt Kingdom?"

The old minotaur first calmed the somewhat restless clansmen, then looked down at Zhang Zhongjun and said, "Yes, I don't know what the Black Eagle Lord is going to do?"

"How can I do it? What else can I do, I've stepped on other people's levels. Zhang Zhongjun sighed helplessly. Indeed, if there is no such thing, Zhang Zhongjun can try to let these cavalry of the Witt Kingdom pass through in the same way as the bull-headed people, but since his own camp is built on other people's checkpoints, any force encounters such a matter of his own checkpoint being demolished and occupying the establishment of a camp, the first thing is definitely not to ask the reason but to attack directly, so Zhang Zhongjun has no other choice.

The old minotaur smiled, his smile was a little bitter, but also a little resolute: "Then we are comrades-in-arms now, because the Witt Kingdom is also the enemy of my [Brute Iron Tribe]." ”

"Very well, let your people help guard it, my lords are only participating in the battle for the first time, and it may be a little difficult. Zhang Zhongjun said indifferently, because his golden finger had already checked the hundred cavalry, although they were very good, all of them were red strength existences, but the most bullish was only the red peak, that is, the strength of the peak of the [True Yuan Realm], for Zhang Zhongjun there was no difference from ordinary people, so he was so indifferent.

If it weren't for the idea of letting his subjects try the taste of war, Zhang Zhongjun would have been able to wipe out these cavalry with one move.

Zhang Zhongjun's disapproving attitude was simply straightforward to the extreme, which made the old minotaur a little puzzled, and he looked at Zhang Zhongjun carefully, and then shouted loudly: "My people, the evil forces of the Witt Kingdom have caught up again! Now we have no way to retreat! Let us be ready to die in honor of the battle!"

"Die in battle, die in battle!" all the minotaurs, men and women, young and old, shouted with their weapons raised.

(End of chapter)