"What a weirdo!" Rao is He Jinshui has an easy-going personality and treats people leniently, and he couldn't help frowning at this time, feeling that there was something in the other party's words, as if he was hinting at something.

"Could it be that this is going to be very lively tonight? Why is he so sure?" the otaku scratched his head, unable to reflect on what to do, and simply stopped thinking about it. Since it is difficult to pass today, I will simply stay for one night and have a good rest, and clear the customs early tomorrow morning.

As for the two hundred and five generals, He Jinshui shook his head, feeling that the other party didn't think much of him, and he didn't bother to deal with him anymore. Maybe in the eyes of the other party, he became a marquis at a young age, thinking that he became a nobleman thanks to the care of his family, so it is naturally difficult to get the respect of the other party.

Before He Jinshui set out, he had heard the Pope mention that the soldiers here were more purely professional soldiers than those in the interior of the empire. They have their backs to the ice and snow, they fight the heavens and the earth, their personalities are straightforward, and they are the most respected in strength. But at the same time, it has also become a forbidden area for powerful lords, but anyone who has a little relationship in the family will not put their heirs here to suffer.

These people are stationed in this deserted place all the year round, with closed information and hard life, and they don't have so many fancy intestines to meet their superiors, and they won't spend more energy on food and clothing. For them, the most important purpose of being stationed here is to hold the northeastern barrier of the empire and prevent the invasion of the demon god army at the first time. At the same time, I hope to survive 20 years and retire after obtaining honors and pensions.

Although the death and casualty rate of soldiers here is frightening, according to the imperial regulations, their salaries are much higher than those of the army in the mainland, and many soldiers who are physically strong but from poor families squeeze their heads here, hoping to make their families live a good life through rich rewards, and at the same time hope to survive until retirement, and then go home to build a house, buy some farmland or something, and live a good life without worrying about food and clothing.

Therefore, otaku think that although they are a little dull and stubborn, they are all real hot-blooded men, brave warriors stationed in the frontier of the empire, and they are worthy of respect. So he lit the fire without saying a word and prepared supper.

If in the past two years since he came to another world, He Jinshui has grown the fastest in addition to martial arts and abilities, it is undoubtedly his cooking skills, especially his barbecue skills, which are even more perfect and unique in the world. The leg of lamb sent by the other party is a good ingredient for barbecue.

He quickly cut the leg of lamb into thin slices, began to place it on a clean slate, and played with slate-yaki. The otaku has flexible fingers, experienced cooking skills, and his own condiments ensure that the food is full of color, flavor and flavor, and soon bursts of cooking smoke rise, spreading the strong aroma of meat far away. The soldiers on the city walls couldn't help but move their index fingers when they smelled it, and resisted the temptation of food with all their might.

"Hmph, this rich boy still has two brushes!" On the city wall, General Pirlo looked at the fire below with a complicated expression, and the young black-haired boy was busy with his heart, his fingers splashing quickly with condiments, and his other hand nimbly flipping the meat to ensure that the heat was moderate.

"I hope he won't pee his pants later!" Pirlo suddenly thought of something, and actually smiled a little strangely, that look indescribably obscene, as if he had taken advantage of something, and couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

At this time, he didn't look like an imperial general at all, but more like a treacherous businessman, with a gleam in his eyes, and quickly calculated: "I got thousands of gold coins from those tribes, collected taxes of nearly 10,000 gold coins from leather merchants, and then sold the treasures from the little monsters, and I can raise almost 20,000 gold coins, which can make the brothers have a fat year, hehe......" Thinking of this, he beat the beat with some joy, and couldn't help shaking his head and humming a small tune.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and it has begun to enter the middle of the night, He Jinshui has already eliminated the essence of the teppanyaki mutton, and after turning the fruit wine given by the other party into water, he drank it in several sips. Although I feel that the taste is not sour, it is good to think that I can enjoy this bottle of wine in this cold and snowy place.

The surroundings were quiet, accompanied by goose feathers and heavy snow, as if he was the only one left in the world. He Jinshui had nothing to do, so he sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate calmly. After thousands of tempering, He Jinshui found that his spiritual power is directly proportional to his financial control ability, that is to say, the stronger his spiritual power, the more he can feel the fluctuations of metal particles in every detail, so as to resonate and manipulate at will.

Therefore, whenever he has time, he concentrates and meditates, and through the mutual transformation of spiritual power and Jinkong ability, he achieves the purpose of mutual tempering. At this time, he controlled thousands of coins to rotate around his body, densely forming a small hurricane, and with the rate of breathing contracted and expanded, constantly swallowing and undulating, the entire cultivation process did not make a single sound, not even a single snowflake fell on his body.

Just as He Jinshui was wandering outside the world and entering the best realm, the earth began to tremble, and the sound of horses neighing and horses' hooves trampling came from afar. "Someone's coming!" he frowned, opening his eyes and looking into the distance.

A large group of tall figures galloped wildly, peeking out from the mountains in the distance, and quickly approached this way. Although it was already very dark, He Jinshui still clearly noticed that these guys were tall and tall, generally more than 2 meters tall, with the help of metal "radar". It wasn't until the group walked in that they saw that they were painted in colorful colors and wrapped in animal fur, like a group of uncivilized savages.

The men held torches and crude weapons aloft, and Ma Shan was not equipped with saddles and stirrups, and relied on his legs to control the horses. They rushed to the pass of the fortress and stood in order, leaving dozens of vertical and horizontal ravines of different depths on the white snow, and the formation was very intact.

"What a handsome horseback riding kung fu!" He Jinshui has been learning to ride a horse for almost a year, although he has been very proficient in riding, but he can't do it so casually, especially without auxiliary tools. "These barbarians are very interesting, they are here to attack the city? He muttered to himself.

He Jinshui knew that between the Plains of Despair and the Dark Forest, there was a group of primitive tribes composed of barbarians, orcs, and some intelligent creatures. None of these people were citizens of the Empire, were not subject to His Majesty the Emperor's control, and had no religious beliefs. They fought in this barren land and became half masters of the place. Due to their population and military prowess being completely different from those of the Empire, they have always maintained a reverence for this behemoth, showing a complex mentality that is both cooperative and covetous. For hundreds of years, they have been in constant friction with the Empire, but they have never been able to set foot in the Black Iron Fortress.

I saw that after the barbarians stood still, the crowd was full of voices, the horses were noisy, and everyone's faces showed angry faces. One of the strong men in the lead grabbed the longbow from behind and bent the bow and arrows, and with a screaming sound, the arrow flew straight to the city gate and inserted it on the plaque of the black iron fortress, and the arrow body trembled. (To be continued.) )