Old Man Ao's head drink has always been so distinctive, every time it is bitter first and then sweet, which always makes Captain Cao suddenly as excited as if he was beaten with chicken blood after a period of exhaustion.

As for Old Man Ao's words, Head Cao was dumbfounded again. Is there such a good thing? Being able to arm tens of thousands of people doesn't require Commander Cao to pay a penny? Why doesn't Commander Cao know about such a good thing? What's more important is why does Old Man Ao just come up with it now? Whether it's the Exiled Realm or the Beamon Empire, weapons and equipment are a big and difficult problem, and if it's really so easy to get, it won't be so valuable.

And everyone can see what kind of mood Captain Cao is in now, and the Eight King Kongs are even ready to rush over at any time to help the boss cut blood vessels and bleed, lest he is very likely to die of anger under such ecstasy. Since becoming the boss of a large group of people, Captain Cao has been evolving wildly in the direction of Scrooge.

Head Cao is not stingy, just selectively stingy. In the end, this qiē is because of the ups and downs of the financial situation. Even though the current financial situation is still good, the head of the Cao regiment, who has been made out of the psychological shadow, still cultivates the habit of being prepared for danger in times of peace, and gradually understands what it means to be born in distress and die in peace.

"If the plan goes well, there's a good chance you'll not have to spend any money on weapons and equipment from now on, and you can even be a successful arms dealer. Think about how lucrative this industry is, I think you have always been full of yearning for this industry. The words are not shocking, as if it is not enough, Old Man Ao added lightly.

As long as such conditions are met, Commander Cao feels that with his own good labor, he can support such a large group of people by striking iron alone. No, Head Cao thinks this statement is wrong, this industry is super profitable!

"How?" said Head Cao took a deep breath. tried hard to calm down, but everyone here still saw how hard Head Cao was. His eyes were bloodshot in an instant, and his breathing was extremely heavy, as if he had just finished plowing all the fields on the Pan-American Continent and then been wheeled by three thousand peerless whores in a wheel battle, and he could fall to the ground and die at any time.

"Just along the valley outside the mud snail land, to the east, about a few dozen miles away there is a small tributary of the mud snail river, where there is a dwarf tribe of nearly a thousand people. Find a time, you have a bad idea to get them over, and that's it. Old man Ao lit a cigar, and his tone was full of encouragement.

"Dozens of miles to the east, a dwarven tribe of thousands of people, what do you want me to have a bad idea to get them over?" Captain Cao's brain is still a little bit unturned.

Since the raiding group was stationed in the mud snail secluded land, it has never moved to the east, because it is not the territory where the raiding group is active, and it is also not within the control range of the Jinzhou bandits before. According to Old Man Ao, that side belongs to a large indigenous tribe and is very powerful, and those who sent people to warn Commander Cao before have their share.

Now the plundering regiment of Commander Cao has almost swept the border line of the eastern provinces, and there is no need to worry about it at all. If you want to continue to expand, you can only push east or cross the Niluo River to the south. With the current conditions of the raiders, they want to reach across the river, unless they are in a dream.

There is not even a bridge over the hundreds of meters wide Niluo River. The narrowest part of the river is also nearly two hundred meters wide, and it is not controlled by the head of Cao. What's more, Head Cao also understands that Old Man Ao has always wanted to persuade Head Cao not to rush for quick success, and he was still advising Head Cao to stop his hands and feet for the time being. Isn't it inconsistent to consolidate his own strength, and now he is instigating Regiment Leader Cao to go to other people's territory to make trouble? It is absolutely impossible to come up with such a paradoxical construction.

And for Old Man Ao's expression of "I know you can cover it", Head Cao couldn't cry or laugh. A dwarf tribe of thousands of people, isn't that a three-year-old child who can be easily abducted by giving a little candy to bring such a large group of people back? Is it really the charm of Captain Cao? Captain Cao's side business has developed a lot, but he has never engaged in human trafficking, and from head to toe, he does not look like that kind of obscene human trafficker.

"Yes, if you get this dwarven tribe done, you'll benefit from it for the rest of your life. Old man Ao nodded, not thinking anything wrong at all.

"But didn't you say before that it was best not to provoke those powerful indigenous tribes? Didn't you say that you shouldn't have something to do and do that kind of thing that pulls hatred everywhere?

This is definitely an extremely rare picture, and he is not afraid that Captain Cao, who has nothing to do, will be so hesitant, which can definitely be on the front page of Simmons's honest man. His appearance is obviously related to the blow and preaching of Old Man Ao just now. On the other hand, the old man Ao, who has always been calm and steady, has become like an evil old man with strict left-leaning thoughts at this time.

"Chaos first, then order, isn't this what you have always emphasized? You will also have times when you shrink?" Old Man Ao also opened his eyes in great surprise and said: "Who told you that I let you do a business that offended the surrounding forces? If you do a good job, not only will they not blame you, but they may also thank you!"

Having said that, Old Man Ao has a special expression on his face as a-stirring stick behind the scenes, which is rare to see in Old Man Ao for hundreds of years.

"Oh, how do you say that?" Captain Cao suddenly lost his heart.

"Dwarves have always been synonymous with stubbornness, and they also have extremely fiery tempers, they don't buy anyone's accounts, but they are also excellent in combat. Such a dwarven tribe, wherever it is placed, will be regarded as a thorn in the side. You go and pull out this nail, can they not clap their hands and applaud?" Old Man Ao's dry fingers pointed to his head, signaling Captain Cao to use his brain more.

Captain Cao did not deny that dwarves do have such characteristics. Take Boss Cao himself as an example, if he also has the kind of powder keg employees who are disobedient and ignite at all, Boss Cao is eager to fire him directly.

"Why do you want the boss to subdue a bunch of dwarves? Isn't there a shortage of manpower in our raiding regiment? If we want to find someone to fight, we don't lack manpower, and dragging two of them out is better than those dwarf mules!"

It can be seen that Sibu, who has been growing up in the Exile Domain, does not have such a good opinion of dwarves, and it is very likely that he has suffered the loss of dwarves before, otherwise he would not be so excited. Regarding the strange and unpredictable inquiring eyes of the brothers around him, Sibu directly chose to ignore it.

And from the collective direction, Sibu doesn't think it's a good idea to bring back this group of uneasy temper tantrums. Look at the current mud snail secluded land, the neighborhoods are harmonious, and it can be evaluated as the first community in the Exiled Domain. And if those dwarves are also brought back by the boss, Sibu feels that they will not be able to integrate into the collective at all, and will strictly affect the unity.

Starting from the identity of a soldier, Sibu, who has always been accustomed to getting along with those equally heroic brothers around him, felt a chill in his heart when he thought that he would have to follow a large group of three-inch nail dwarfs out to fight with people in the future. These little short legs run wild with the strength of suckling, and maybe they are not as fast as Sibu.

Sibu did not deny that the dwarves were stout on all fours, and though short in stature, even their fellow women were well-suited for labor. But their existence will affect the appearance of the raiding group and lower the image of the collective. The raiders have always advocated a smart and fast combat routine, and these little short legs are completely unsuitable for this style.

Just imagine, the boss charged, and everyone rushed forward as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. Until all the opponents are done, looking back, the dwarf mules are still running halfway, what an uncomfortable picture! Even just imagining it makes Sib difficult to accept. Refusing to be in the company of mediocrity, this motivating slogan of the raiding regiment has long been a spiritual part of Sibu.

"Silly boy, who said that they were going to fight with you? I am also not optimistic about their combat ability, and I don't need a group of members in my team who will cut off other people's feet with obscene discards as soon as they go to battle. Cao Tuan An stroked his right-hand man, sighed and said: "But your boss and I lack a group of blacksmiths, even if they have a bad temper, but their skills are there." Don't you want everyone to be fully armed? If it weren't for our own military factory, your boss and I would have been officially declared bankrupt in the near future for arming you......

Captain Cao knew what he meant when he heard Old Man Ao mention dwarves, more than a thousand dwarves, conservative algorithms, and at least two hundred skilled blacksmiths among them. As long as you attract subordinates, it is almost equivalent to having a small military factory to produce weapons and equipment, so isn't it just fun?

The whole of Pan-American knew that in the iron-striking industry, the dwarves were almost in a monopoly position at the advanced technical level. Even the most powerful humans must recognize that the title of the First Blacksmith of the Pan-American Continent belongs to the Dwarves. A second-rate blacksmith from the garbage dwarf tribe is thrown into the human world, and almost all of them belong to the category of the giants of the iron world...... (To be continued......)