Section 15 Development

"It was launched by the 'Dragon Terminator'. Fiwen glanced at the giant arrow that had pinned the troll to the ground at the critical moment. "It won't hurt you by mistake. Those operators used to brag to me that it could cut your lashes off without touching your eyelids. You'll definitely miss it in the future. ”

"I'll miss my shield!" Mante looked at his shield, which had been completely scrapped after the troll's gastric juice had eroded. So he took the shield off his arm and threw it aside. The battle ahead became without any suspense. More and more dwarves rushed up from below, joining the siege of the greenskins, and there were many butchers among them. The greenskin, who had lost his fighting spirit, struggled in vain and was cut down and killed one by one.

"Damn!". Mante grumbled, "Back when I was younger, those orcs weren't so quick to give up fighting. ”

The battle ended quickly. The dwarven warriors began to save their wounded and mend each greenskin. Then a herald ran over and delivered the latest order, and except for a few soldiers who continued to keep an eye on the area to prevent the sporadic Greenskins from escaping, everyone else was to go down and search for the Greenskins who were hiding.

This is the practice after every battle. Because the slogan put forward by the great foundry is "never let go of any green skin".

The rest of the day was spent moving rocks and sorting out the greenskins. It was the only one of its kind in this time, with thirty-six dwarves killed and twice as many wounded. But they wiped out an entire tribe of Greenskins, about 9,000 Greenskins. By the time they had cleared the canyon again, it was already evening.

Mante and his detachment walked along the cleared path towards the camp. There are several large pits outside the canyon, and these large pits are a testament to the achievements of the Avengers legion. So far, the engineers' elaborate "death traps" have wiped out six large Greenskinned tribes, totaling no less than 40,000 Greenskins.

Because the dwarves had to rearrange the traps after the victory, the greenskin bones were taken away and reburied. Some troubled engineers took the opportunity to carefully count the number of greenskins killed and wrote them in a letter to the High King. But Mante didn't care about it. What he really cared about was not the number of greenskins destroyed, but the loss that was nothing compared to it.

To date, the Avengers have lost less than seventy dwarves and wounded no more than a hundred. It doesn't look like it's a war at all! Those damn engineers don't even look like they're going to war.

But the "damn engineers" clearly couldn't understand Mante's feelings. When Mante returned to camp, he saw a sea of joy. Everyone was drinking, dining, and boasting about their achievements. But to be honest, the engineers hadn't even touched their guns a few times so far! Their only job of preparing for war was to build the big camp, with a whole row of makeshift houses so that the soldiers could live in houses instead of tents.

There was also a place for Mante for the dinner. He and his bearded warriors began to drink. Unlike the Engineers' Guild's dirt buns shouting and laughing, the longbearded warriors were dull at the moment. Although they won a fierce battle, it was clear to everyone that their contribution to this victory was not even a drop in the bucket. Even without them, at most a few hundred greenskins would have escaped.

That's what the bearded warriors care about.

"Cheers to Master Ashrufat's health!" someone shouted loudly not far away, and Ying He's voice rang out in all directions, sweeping through the entire camp like a wave.

"Old man, it looks like you're not very happy!" A voice rang out, and Mante spotted his old companion and comrade-in-arms, and Fiwen came to his side, holding a huge beer mug in his hand. Mante squinted and saw that the old man also had a medium wine barrel on his belt.

Although they are old friends, their hobbies in drinks are very different. Almost all of the long-bearded warriors loved ale, believing it to be strong. A large percentage of engineers love beer. In Mante's view, it's more of a thrift than a hobby—because a large portion of dwarven steam engines need alcohol for power.

"I'm not upset. Mante replied gloomily, draining his glass and smacking it down. Anyway, this wine is really good, and the "Mountain" brand wine is always much purer than other miscellaneous wines. If there's anything good about making an engineer a general, at least there's no shortage of wine.

"Don't be depressed, isn't that good?" said Fivin, grinning. "You see, we suffered small losses and great gains. Now I believe that in Karaz, the city of Karak, there are legends about us everywhere. ”

That's what I mind most about this! A bunch of engineers came out to fight, and they fought better than us veterans? What is the matter! Mante squinted, but he didn't say it at all. Of course, these words can only be thought of in his own heart, and there is no way to say them to others.

"Master Ashrufat said, he said that we must choose the battlefield, because our army is invincible when it suits its own battlefield. Fei Wen didn't care about the hesitation and ambivalence of his old friend. "I think he has a point, doesn't I?"

Mante had no way to answer, so he depressedly poured himself another glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.

"Master!" he heard Fei Wen suddenly look in the other direction and let out an exclamation. Before Mante could clean the beads from his beard, he saw a figure come to him.

By dwarf standards, the uninvited guest was taller and thinner, and he didn't have a long beard. Normally, such young men are not valued in the dwarven army, with the exception of this one. Because Mante recognized the other party as the Great Foundry Aerufat, the commander of the Avengers.

Among the dwarves, the younger ones naturally respect the elders, but at the front of the military ranks, this convention does not work. As with the vast majority of armies in this world, superiors usually have the power to kill their subordinates. Superiors may not use this power lightly, but that in no way means that it does not exist.

"Master!" said Mante reluctantly. In fact, he should really call the other party "General", but the old dwarf's self-esteem made him refuse to say the word.

"Now there are no masters here, only drinking friends!" Ashrufat didn't care about the unwillingness in the other party's voice at all, and he laughed loudly. "Come, let's have a drink. ”

It should be noted that Ashrufat was not holding beer, but ale.

Here he sat down at the table and chatted with the full house of longbearded warriors. The chatter was dull at first, but Eshurufat quickly livened the mood as he came up with a tried-and-true trick among the dwarves: Compliments! He praised the Bearded Warriors for their outstanding performance today, and how they heroically thwarted the Greenskins' attempt to break out. As for the clever arrangement by the engineers to eliminate the main greenskins, Ashrufat kept silent. In short, his gesture of goodwill quickly won the approval of the long-bearded warriors, and the theme of the party quickly evolved from chatter to drinking.

Every dwarf is a good drinker, and almost all dwarves take pride in their drinking, especially the older ones. At first, this group of long-bearded warriors also planned to overwhelm the Great Foundry to the ground, making him a little more ugly. But soon, they discovered a terrible thing, this master of Ashrufat was indeed a great wine merchant, and he had a natural affinity for alcohol. He brought a beer mug from somewhere else, and everyone drank the ale together!

Even the long-bearded warriors couldn't resist this move. Aeshurufat poured glass after glass down his throat without pause, and one by one the bearded warriors slid from their chairs to under the table. There wasn't much time, and the only one who could continue to fight against the Great Forge was Mante alone. And he was so drunk that he couldn't even sit steadily, and he had to lean his hands against the table to barely support himself.

"One more glass!" Ashrufat excitedly refilled the two of them and shoved a cup into Mante's hand.

"Big ...... Greatly...... Guru...... I...... I'm ...... I ......" Mante couldn't even speak straight. Not only him, but even the senior member of the Engineers Guild on one side, the leader of the organ cannon group, Fei Wen, was also a little surprised. Because he likes beer, he didn't participate in this crazy competition. It is precisely because of this that he soberly witnessed this incredible scene. His old buddy was indistinctly indistinct, and the Grand Foundry looked sober as he had been when he first arrived.

This can no longer be described as "massive" in general. Had it not been for witnessing it with his own eyes, Fei Wen would have probably thought that the great foundry had used some trick to pour the wine elsewhere. However, at this moment, many people have been surrounded by them, all cheering for this competition. In front of so many pairs of eyes, it should not be possible to play tricks.

For the dwarves, the amount of alcohol is also a boastful capital, a way to distinguish each other's status. As soon as Ashruphat shoved the beer glass into Mante's hand, he drank the contents of the glass. In exchange for a look of amazement and reverence all around.

Relatively speaking, Mante was completely overwhelmed, and he barely drank half a glass before he could sit still, slid under the table, and became a pile with his comrades.

The victory and defeat have been divided, and there is a burst of cheers from the people who are watching the excitement all around.

"Fivin," Ashrufat put down his glass. His gaze was calm as usual, and he couldn't see the amazing booze he had just had. If it weren't for the wine at the corner of his mouth, and obvious marks such as wet clothes, Fei Wen almost thought he was mistaken.

Many dwarves know that the Great Forger of the Dao, Ashrufat, has a very outstanding talent, that is, he can clearly remember the names of each of his subordinates. Even if you've only met once.

"Master, may I ask ......" Fei Wen was actually trying to find a little sign of Ashrufat's drunkenness, but his efforts were in vain.

"There's a military conference tomorrow," Ashrufat said. "This canyon is no longer available and we have to look for the next suitable terrain. You were recommended to me, and they said that you were proficient in both mechanical engineering and civil engineering, and that you were a rare all-rounder in the association. ”

"I believe I have this privilege. Fei Wen replied with some amusement. Dwarves love to praise words, and he is not exempt from vulgarity.

"Winter is coming to an end soon. Ashruphat said with a deep groan. "Once the snow melts, we can't use the sleds. In this case, the greenskins will have a big advantage over us in terms of marching speed. We have to find a way to solve this problem. ”

"This ......"

"I don't need an answer right away. But we had to come up with a way that would allow us to speed up the march that the greenskins couldn't use. Ashrufat said. "I have an idea, but it's just an idea. With that, he handed Fei Wen a folded piece of paper.