Life is like a hemp rope, good fortune and sorrow are tightly intertwined, and the two of them, who had slept on a soft bed on high legs the night before, got up from a stinking tent today, and Kenny rubbed his sore neck, complaining in his heart that Gard was sleeping on that damn wheat straw pillow. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Lifting the black curtain that smelled of tung oil, the harsh sunlight temporarily took over everything in front of him, and after getting used to it, Kenny saw the remnants of the Ironhoof Legion's station.

On the snow between the tents, there were a few disheveled soldiers, who seemed to have just returned from a brothel, and those guys with exaggerated expressions seemed to be chatting about the girl who served them last night. In the neighboring tents, there was a flurry of shouts, and those who sounded foul language were cursing the dice in the bowl and the guys who were winning.

The chaotic scene in front of him made Kenny lose interest in making rounds, and he lowered the curtain in his hand and returned to the table to sit down, while Alan was still snoring on the bunk on one side, and there was not a single wine glass in this hellish place, and just as Kenny was annoyed, the curtain of the tent was suddenly opened.

"Woke up so early?" said Gard as he walked in from outside the tent with a tired expression.

"yes, the atmosphere in your station is so lively that I can't sleep. Kenny looked up at Gard.

"No way, since we were kicked out of Nipur, it seems that the soldiers have only gone to gambling except to go to the brothel, which can still make them feel alive. Gard said as he sat down at the old pine table.

"Your eyes look a little scary. ”

"I'm sick, my eyes get bloodshot every night patrol, don't I look like an anomaly like this?" said Gard, pointing to his red eyeballs.

"Don't you two see that there's another person sleeping here? Alan half-sat on the bed and scratched his messy hair.

"Dear Lord Alan, no knight will sleep until now and get up, and the early bird will eat the worm. Kenny looked at Alan with disdain.

Alan was about to retort when a soldier with an iron plate walked in outside the tent, and the soldier placed the plate on the table, and a few pieces of black bread were placed on the plate.

"Get up, Knight Allen, your breakfast is here. Gard picked up a piece of brown bread and handed it to Kenny.

"Do you usually eat these?" Kenny took the bread and took a bite, the cold and hard touch giving him a toothache.

"Yes, now only breakfast is served in the army, and the remaining two meals are left to the soldiers to go out hunting on their own, but most people will choose to ....." Gard chewed the bread, and swallowed the black bread along with the unfinished sentence.

Alan got up and picked up a piece of black bread and took a bite, the black pimple chewing cheeks hurt, no wonder the soldiers of the Blue Bone Terran yesterday said that the Iron Hoof Legion is the base camp of poor ghosts.

"Didn't you say that the area around here is all your territory, isn't there a tax?" Alan asked, looking at Gard.

"At first there was a tax, but ..... Actually, that's why I invited you to come, since we were kicked out of Nipur City, Captain Sam seems to be a different person, he no longer cares about the gambling soldiers in the army, and even joins them, as we sit on the empty side, some soldiers start to loot the nearby villages and towns, Captain Sam has always turned a blind eye to this matter, to be honest, I think the Iron Hoof Legion is no different from the bandits now, except that they have more coats of arms than them. ”

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said this to you, but I really want you to help the Iron Hoins. Gard put down the bread in his hand and looked at Kenny with blood-red eyes.

"Okay, for the sake of you bringing us back last night, and for the sake of this piece of brown bread, take us to meet that grumpy Sam!" Kenny tossed the black lump back on the plate, clapped his hands and stood up.

The two followed Gard through the noisy garrison, along the path to the northernmost point, a yellow cowhide tent sat in the clearing, out of place with the previous simple tent, the three of them went directly into the tent, because of the Garder's guidance, the soldiers standing guard at the door did not stop them.

A man of about forty years old sat on the top chair with a wine glass and a red face, the man's beard spread directly from his earlobes to his throat, his short black hair seemed to have not been washed for many days, the short fur coat and pants were some years old, the leather jacket was deeply dented by the armor, and when he saw a stranger coming in, he patted the half-naked woman lying on his body, and the woman got up and picked up the cyan tulle on the chair, and retreated to the side with interest.

"I heard from Guardian about you yesterday, but I didn't expect him to really invite you. The man made a somewhat hoarse sound from his throat.

"Lord, they are the two knights I mentioned to you yesterday. Garter bowed to the man and stepped aside.

"Lord Sam, my name is Kenny, and this is my friend Ellen. Kenny said with neither humility nor arrogance.

"The armor is good, the swords are good, you look like you are also the ones with the army, can you ask which army you belong to?" Sam held his glass, looking up and down at the two strangers in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Lord Sam, to disappoint you, we don't have an army, and we don't belong to any army, but we just passed through here and received an invitation from the Guardian. Alan took over and looked at Sam.

"Oh, that's fine, if you're interested, you can join my Iron Hoof Legion, now is the time when you need men, maybe one day I'll go back to Nipur, and by that time you'll be knighted, money, women, everything. Sam spoke, his face a little arrogant.

"That sounds like a good suggestion, but before you do that, can you show us around your army, I mean, if it's convenient. There was a hint of sarcasm in Kenny's words, but Sam didn't seem to notice it.

"Of course you can, but in fact, it's nothing to look at, the Iron Hoof Legion has 8,000 people, including 5,000 infantry regiments and 2,000 cavalry regiments, it's not that I brag in front of you, as long as I provoke a war, those 2,000 cavalry regiments alone are enough to make that old guy Patton pee his pants in fright!"

"Wow, you seem to be completely sure that you can tear down the walls of Nipur City, money and women are the only pursuits in my life, I really want to join the gang!" said Allen, with a ruffian face.

"Hahaha! That's just a matter of time, as long as you follow me, there's nothing you can't get!" Sam looked at the two of them with a smug expression.

A soldier came in from outside the tent, walked up to Sam and whispered a few words, and the folds of Sam's smile slowly smoothed out as he rose from his chair.

"It's really a coincidence, two knights, I suddenly have something to deal with here, let Gard take you to the garrison to have a look, if you are lucky, maybe you can catch the noon gambling game, it is a special game for our Iron Hoof Legion, I think you will like it!" Sam walked out with the soldier and threw the two guests in the tent.