And God said, Drive away the sheep and oxen to cut the wheat from the field, and keep thy faith, and do not let one more grain of wheat be in the field, nor let the animal have one wool less wool.

The northern Salid fortress, with a large army of 70,000 people, was scattered and stationed, and in the face of the old neighbor Kapila Empire's abandonment of the eastern plains of Tyranny in favor of the endless invasions of the northern region, although most of the time even if it was only a small and medium-scale military contact, but in the long run, it gradually caused headaches for the northern consuls.

Kapila, with its different races, different faiths, and even different forms of government, is a heretical realm in the eyes of the Pope, a nightmare of war for the Tyranid Empire. But it is undeniable that the existence of this huge empire, like a ferocious catfish chasing sardines in the south of the continent, makes Tylen never dare to relax for a moment, and always maintain a state of military alert.

"Lord Othus. The knight in full armor walked into the official hall and stood still with his sword.

"Ah, hehe, here comes my warriors. The northern consul, who was of moderate stature and had no aristocratic obesity, stood up, looked at the knight in front of him with a smile, and said casually, "The matter of Jinshan has been dealt with?"

The handsome-looking knight frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Lost a squad." ”

The corners of Others' eyes twitched, and then he waved his hand and said: "As long as it doesn't cause a major conflict, the military department has officially written the military border defense plan for the second half of our northern ......."

"Or is it mainly defense-oriented, and you can't take the initiative?" the knight intercepted.

With a bitter face, Oseus walked around the desk to the sand table at the other end of the room, and sighed: "You should have heard your brother say that those people in the south are already very dissatisfied with the military expenses invested in the Sulid Fortress, and this year's military expenses will probably be reduced on the original basis. ”

Of course, Gary knew that he had guessed from the family's letter before the text arrived, and the southern nobles surrounding the capital had spread rumors in their territories, pointing the finger at the fortress of Salid, saying that the gluttons in the north had consumed too many resources over the years, but they were just children's fights against the enemy, which had no real meaning in military defense, but instead burdened the empire with a heavy military burden every year, far less practical than the eastern thorn fortress.

Of course, this is only a rumor, more like a rumor among the neighborhoods, and almost no one in the capital dares to speak so openly in front of the military giants. In any case, those who understand know in their hearts that it is the existence of the fortress of Salid that makes the red wine glasses in their cups swing smoothly without a single ripple, and there is no need to fear that the head of the night lord knight of Kapila will be cut off every night when they are asleep, but the money in their pockets will be taken away by taxes, and everyone will complain.

"What should I do, Lord Oters. Gary took a deep breath, and the knight's posture became more erect.

Oshers glanced at him approvingly, pointed to a spot on the sand table, which was a mountain range on the border between the two countries, and said softly, "If you exchange what you don't need for what you need, even the Lord God won't condemn you, will you?"

Gary's pupils shrank suddenly, and his throat was a little tight, although the military budget was to be reduced, but Saleid's defense responsibility would not be weakened by half a point, and the expenditure to maintain the 70,000-strong army was only a big drop in the gold coins allocated by the empire, of course, local taxes were also part of the source of military spending, but the north has always been economically backward, and the remaining points after all kinds of profits and taxes were only enough for the knights with big swords to stuff their teeth, and the soldiers who couldn't even afford to drink a glass of dark beer would have a commotion before the enemy......

Quickly calculating the stakes in the next issue in his mind, the knight walked to the sand table and lowered his voice as well: "Lord Ortheus, will it be ...... if we do this?"

"Faith, loyalty, nation, nation, none of that has anything to do with it, it's just a necessary deal, Gary. The archon interrupted him, gave him a meaningful look, pointed to the tallest peak in the mountain range, and said: "The golden mountain vein has always had an immeasurable attraction to the people on the other side, as long as they have the blue crystal nucleus outside the iron ore, it will not affect our iron ore production, each takes what he needs, as long as we guarantee that a certain number of crystal nuclei will be delivered to them in exchange for gold equivalent to the weight, and the trade will go smoothly." ”

Gary's eyes changed, the hypothesis of this kind of transaction had been circulating in the upper echelons of Sulid for a long time, but no one knew whether the blue crystal nucleus sent to Kapila would become a sharp blade hanging from his head in the future, and Oshers's words had unmistakably revealed that he had already used this to contact the person on the other side, maybe the Jinshan conflict a few days ago was just a cover-up to maintain the appearance of war. The more he thought about it, the more cold his back became, and the knight looked up at his boss and said astringently, "You still haven't told me what I should do." ”

"You have to be a high-ranking commander to deliver the crystal nucleus, and there is no one better suited in Salid than you. Oshers said bluntly, calmly looking at the noble knight who was already a viscount in front of him, and sighed: "There must not be a single crack in the walls of Salid, the northerners need you, Gary." ”

Gary Chauvin, the son of the military magnate Cliff Chauvin, with the title of viscount, commander of the 2nd Legion, with a full 3,000 heavily armored knight legions, has participated in and commanded military conflicts of different scales many times, and is one of the few young people who can be praised by the enemy in both force and brain, and is known as the Star of Salid in the North.

When the knight walked out of the chamber, the archon stood in front of the door with his hands behind his back and watched him go, and the more dazzling the cover, the less likely it was to be discovered, didn't it?

"Damn bastard, don't dodge like a coward!" the two-meter-tall muscular man stood shirtless and roared angrily at the thin man not far away.

"Tear him apart, Herculus!"

"Come on, Wales, you coward!"

"Kill him, kill him!" hahaha......"

Bursts of laughter and encouragement erupted from the noisy group of guards around him, and the thin man in the center of his gaze calmly rubbed his fists, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and his narrow eyes narrowed slightly like a lone wolf looking at his prey.

Herculus finally couldn't stand the way the kid slipped around like a loach, and ran towards him with a tiger roar, and although there was still a distance of more than ten meters between the two, the big man arrived in the blink of an eye, and the big fist smashed down on him with a terrifying whistling sound. In the face of the wind-like attack, Wales had the courage to not bend down, his left foot was slightly oblique, and the moment the fist hit his face, he pulled the center of gravity of his body away, and at the same time put his hands on Heculus's arms, and walked forward with a deep shout, Heculus suddenly found himself floating under his feet, and his huge body flew out uncontrollably.

"Wow. The crowd of onlookers let out an exclamation of amazement, and Herculus rolled cleanly on his side on one knee as he stared up at Wales and grinned.

"Hurry up and get rid of him, big man!"

"Bite him to death!"

“......”

Many of the onlookers pressed half a month's salary on Herculus, gambling and beer are the most popular entertainment items in the relatively barren place of the Knights of the Dragon Horn in the north, and the giant axe knight Herculus earned enough eyeballs from the audience just by selling his appearance, and betting on him to win will have beer every day.

Andrew, a logistics officer passing by, took out three gold coins and threw them into the field, and said indifferently: "I bet on Wales to win." After saying that, he walked away with his bookclip in his arms, and the crowd suddenly burst into laughter. Herculus's face flushed, and he let out a heavy gasp, staring at Wales as if he were standing as if nothing had happened, his bloodshot eyes making him look like an angry and irascible bull, his knees slightly raised, his toes on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed towards Wales like a cannonball.

With a loud "bang", the splashed dust made the onlookers curse and spread outward, and when the dust settled, I saw that the Welsh who was only half the width of Herculus had blood on the corner of his mouth, but he was still standing upright, but the huge Heculus was lying on the ground with his arms and wailing. The victory and defeat have been decided, and the people who bet on the big man can only curse and leave in despair, staring desperately at the oak beer barrels in the camp as they walk.

"Damn, this damn red jam is so sweet, I'll change it for you next time. Turning the corner, Wales frowned and spat red saliva as he walked, and a thick arm put on his shoulder affectionately, and sneered: "Don't complain, old man, calculate how much gold you have earned." ”

That arm was Herculus's, looking at his appearance, how could he look like he was injured in a gambling fight, and the intimacy between the two was not as tense as just now, it was not the first time for them to earn beer money from their comrades in this way, and everyone was happy to cheer every time, because no one would have thought that two famous knights of the Dragonhorn Knights would collude. In this era of great honor, those who respect it see it as everything, and those who don't respect it so much will only see it as a harmless game. Wales angrily took out all the gold coins in his pocket, which looked like there were more than twenty of them, and the eyes of the two men grinned at the yellow gold coins.

"Two noble knights. When they arrived at the quiet place at the back of the camp, there was a sudden shouting from behind the two people who were about to share the spoils happily and then drink loudly, and they turned their heads to see Andrew the logistics officer looking at them with his hands outstretched.

"General Gary has returned and is waiting for you. Taking the six heavy gold coins, Andrew raised his eyebrows and staggered away. It seemed that there was no shortage of bright-eyed men in the Knights, and Herculus, who had pulled out the gold coins, looked at Wales in pain, and walked towards the barracks in the center.

The Imperial Knights were originally camped, but the situation in Salid was different from other places, each with its own almost fixed camp, and the largest of the scattered barracks often belonged to the commander. Walking into the barracks, the attentive Welsh found that their commander did not seem to be very happy, frowning at the marching map on the table.

Herculus didn't care about that, and when he entered the barracks, he sat down on his chair with a big grin, took off his heavy leather boots, and poured sand out. Wales looked at him helplessly, and asked cautiously, "Gary, is there something wrong?"

Scratching his finger across the map, Gary Chauvin, the commander of the Dragonhorn Knights, sighed softly and described the official line in short words without reservation. When he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the barracks was noticeably heavy, and even the cynical Herculus frowned.

"We just lost a squad. After a moment of silence, Wales's thin figure leaned against the edge of the table, and there was undisguised exhaustion and sorrow in his eyes, and the golden mountain was a giant beast that lay dormant with its mouth wide open, devouring the lives of the warriors who fought for and guarded it at all times. It is difficult for even professional soldiers to emotionally accept that they have to shake hands with an enemy who is fighting to the death in the blink of an eye, let alone a transaction under the manipulation of interests and rights.

"We don't have a choice, do we?" said Gary as he unsheathed his sword and said in a deep voice, "I'll go there to transport the crystal nucleus myself, and you guys will guard the camp." ”

"Hush. Heculus, who was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, glanced at them, raised his finger in disdain, and said: "Since the transaction is so secretive, it means that the Kapila side also needs to hide most of the people who disagree, Gary Chauvin, the commander of the Dragonhorn Knights, there are no less than 2,000 Kapila knights who have been buried in your hands over the years, gentlemen, think about it, what will happen to such a famous knight when he suddenly appears in the enemy territory that is eager to skin and cramp him?"

The other two people in the room looked at each other in surprise, Herculus still cyanically crossed his legs, crooked the corners of his mouth and sneered: "It's easy to go wrong if such a secret transaction is not fully planned, we need someone who understands transportation and is good at business, and can show his face - Andrew." ”

"Praise God, and the lumps will bloom. Wales shrugged his shoulders and nodded to Gary, clearly affirming Herculus' thoughts.

"Okay, that's it. As the commander, Gary thought for a moment and made a decision.

"Hey, hey. Herculus chuckled, six gold coins, but two barrels full of beer.