At that time, Pirlo was in high spirits, as the top master among the graduates of Neverwinter Academy, his future was very good, and there was someone in his family who was an official, and he had the opportunity to be the icing on the cake. After graduating, he did not accept his family's arrangement to become a bureaucrat, but joined the army incognito to the border of the empire, much to the disappointment of the elders who had high hopes for him.

This kid was originally a fiery temper, and he couldn't rub sand in his eyes. At the beginning of his tenure, he ignored the opposition from above, and repeatedly reported the difficult conditions in the northern part of the empire, and called for additional money and food supplies to improve the conditions of soldiers. However, his advice has never been heard from in vain. Not only that, but he was also punished by the Legion Commander and still committed suicide here, and he still hasn't moved his nest for almost twenty years, as if he has been completely forgotten.

As the most important frontier of the empire and the front line against the Demon God Legion, the Black Iron Fortress has always received great attention from the emperor and the military. There have been princes and ministers here, and there have been ministers of Kipchak, but all of them are evil people, who use the glory brought by the inspection as a springboard for promotion, and will leave after staying in the fortress for less than a few days, and will take the opportunity to ask for benefits.

Over the years, the guys who want to be promoted have come in batches, and they have left in batches like a marquee, which has only increased the loss of money and food in the fortress, and it has no effect. Later, his mind also faded, and he became disappointed in the upper echelons of the empire, and at the same time became eccentric, extremely distrustful of the people from above.

Later, he summed up a set of ways to deal with the situation, and he could find a few reasons to prevent people from even entering the city gate. If the other party pretends to be a tiger and acts mischiefly in his capacity as a minister, he will make a slight move, find some reason to provoke disputes among the surrounding barbarian races, lure them to come and pick quarrels and provoke trouble, and take the opportunity to drive the other party away.

The series of things that happened last night were actually premeditated and deliberately done by him. Who knew that He Jinshui insisted on going to the Dark Forest regardless of his personal safety, which made him feel that he had misjudged the other party. Looking at the appearance of the other party's weak scholar, Pirlo suddenly put away his contempt, admired it in his heart, and began to look at the other party anew.

"That's it!" The one-eyed general groaned for a moment, then raised his head to look at the other party, pointed to the north of the city, and said, "From here, you can reach the end of the dark forest by walking 100 miles in the direction of due north. There was a high mountain at the junction of the Dark Forest and the Plains of Despair, with an outpost on it, the northernmost frontier of the Empire. A squadron of brothers is stationed there, and if you really want to go to the Sigh Barrier, you will definitely pass by there, can you bring something for the brothers? ”

He originally wanted to ask the other party to bring some cotton clothes and pants, but he suddenly found a problem and immediately laughed dumbly. There is only one person on the other side, and there is not even an entourage, and there is a dark forest to the north after leaving the pass, and it is difficult to ride a horse at all, and it is a question of whether this kid can get there or not, let alone bring heavy supplies.

Unexpectedly, He Jinshui was really interested, grabbed Pirlo's arm, and asked him to introduce the situation there. The one-eyed dragon couldn't stand the other party's soft grinding and hard bubbles, and finally opened his mouth.

"The outpost is known as the Grim Reaper's Outpost, and it can accommodate up to 200 people, but it has never contained that many since its formation. Because every winter, more than half of the people die there. Pirlo sighed and began to speak.

"Because the Dark Forest is sub-zero all year round, there are only a few months of the year that are passable. So every summer, we would select a squadron of boys from our army to go there to change guards, and the next year they would be replaced by other squadrons. The Grim Reaper's outpost is so high that it can even take in the Sigh Barrier in the northern sky, so their main task there is to maintain their vigilance and keep an eye on the movement in the north. If something unusual happens, they will light a beacon fire and send us a red flag so that we can prepare in advance. It seems like a simple task, doesn't it?" Pirlo said with a self-inquiring smile at the corners of his mouth.

"But I tell you that they are engaged in the most dangerous profession in the world, and that they will be tested by bitter cold and lack of food and clothing. And what is even more terrifying is the ubiquitous demonic beasts and irresistible diseases, and even a simple cold will kill our soldiers!"

"Every summer, the squadron has about 150 men, but half of them can return safely. There were even a few times when the troops that went to change the guard were attacked by the monsters, and they were all wiped out before they got there, so that the troops stationed there had to stay for an extra year without food and clothing. When the next year's change of guard arrived, there were less than three people left!" Pierlo thought of the dead boys, his eyes clouded with a fog.

"I know you kind of look down on my greed for money. Slut General, hey, that's not a nice nickname!" said the one-eyed dragon laughing at himself, opening the conversation, and the dusty memories came back to his mind, and he simply opened up and said it no more.

"But I'll tell you, in my position, not trying to get money is irresponsible to the dead soldiers!" said Pirlo, unashamed.

"Every year at the Black Iron Fortress and the Grim Reaper Outpost, hundreds of soldiers are killed. Their families will lose their most important source of income, and their families will face hardship. At the same time, the empire's money, food, and military salaries were distributed on a soldier's basis, one turnip and one pit. Although I can guarantee that I will not be paid empty salaries, I will not be able to give generous family compensation to the soldiers who have been killed, and I can only watch them fall into hardship, and I will never tolerate it!"

"So I just steal, rob, and get enough money to distribute to them, even if I have the nickname of a slut, Lao Tzu will not hesitate. As for those barbarian tribes, hmph! Lao Tzu divides and conquers, beats them with his fists, abducts them, coerces and lures, as long as they can make money, they don't care!"

"I ask myself, I am definitely not a good person, but Lao Tzu dares to pat his chest and promise that every penny of his own money will come legitimately, even if some of the means are too drastic and violent; every penny of Lao Tzu will be spent cleanly, and all soldiers who die, are injured or leave the army will be compensated handsomely. This is Lao Tzu's confidence, and this is the guarantee that my brothers obey me!"

Pirlo's hands were raised in the air, and he looked extremely proud and proud. (To be continued.) )