Although the war did not continue, the Gray Clothes Army was still caught in the valley and did not move. But they are not in a hurry, after all, the initiative is in their hands now, and now they only need to wait for those who negotiate to come.

The news of the capture of these noble youths was soon reported back to the city of Brando, and needless to say, there was an immediate uproar. Of course, no matter how you curse and discuss, you must save it, and it is not easy to cultivate a descendant, not to mention that there are some noble heirs here.

However, Brandu City is thousands of miles away from here, even with the help of magic, it will take a long time, after all, it is impossible for this barren 100,000 mountains to have a teleportation array.

After a few days of great celebration, the Grey Army gradually began to regain its composure, and then counted the casualties and pacified the surviving...... These post-war matters were quickly put on the agenda.

It can be said that the losses of the gray army this time are still very heavy. At the time of the transfer, there were only a little more than half of the nearly 30,000 soldiers left, and if the majority of the population had not dispersed, I am afraid that the number of casualties would have been far more than that.

While the upper echelons of the Gray Army were busy with these things, Don En was also doing his own unfinished investigation.

station corner,

"Boss, here's that Bolai's profile. Mishew handed over a stack of papers.

"Well, that's good!" Don stretched out his hand to take it, and then asked, "How did you get this information?"

"It's all inquiring, don't worry, boss, we're doing a very hidden job. "The Grey Army is so big, it's easy to inquire about individuals.

Donn nodded. Among the current members of the gray space, that is, Mi Xiu is the most careful, and he is also the most reliable in doing things.

"Well, Boss, it seems that all this information is useless now. Shaking his head, Mi Xiu said, "Nabolai is dead this morning. ”

"Dead?" Don was stunned. He frowned and said, "How did you die?"

The injuries on Boley's body were all caused by Donne, and he knew it all too well. Even if it's that blood explosion. At best, it is paralyzed, not enough to be fatal.

"I don't know, I heard that it was a suicide!, but ......" Mi Xiu looked at Don and said a little hesitantly, "There are rumors that Bolai can't stand the pain of a broken leg, so ......"

Don's eyes were cold, Mi Xiu's words were not complete, but he could roughly imagine that the rumors must have pointed all the fingers at him.

"Well, got it. Let the brothers who are watching Bolai withdraw it. That's the end of the matter. Inform me to go down, tomorrow the gray space will train normally. ”

"Yes!"

After Michaeu left, Don fell into deep thought.

Well, it's possible, and if a normal person loses his leg, if he can't accept it, suicide is reasonable.

But if not, then it's interesting. As soon as Bolai died, first of all, his side could not investigate. And the dead are greater. The eyes of others will narrow out Bolai's previous "mistakes" and magnify the damage that Don inflicted on him. Even, there will definitely be rumors that he killed Bolai.

But even if that's the case, it doesn't make sense...... Weishenme is going to slander me so quickly, and am I in any way?

Shaking his head, these are only the best possible guesses, and there is too little information available for analysis to draw any useful conclusions.

It seems that the gray space still needs to develop...... Donn sighed and walked back. Now more than ten people are obviously not enough, and they are all good at fighting now, and it is still not possible to analyze and summarize intelligence.

Tang En suddenly paused, his nose twitched, and a familiar spicy smell wafted in the wind.

This......

Tang En xiangyou turned around, and after passing through a few passages, the spicy taste was stronger.

"You can try it, this thing is called hot pot, it can remove moisture and keep warm, and it is most suitable for eating in winter. This is unique to our Grey Army!"

"Hmph, it's just pouring food into the spicy soup, what's the big deal, a hillbilly is a hillbilly. ”

"Ha, your Excellency, have you ever eaten this hillbilly thing?"

"Uh...... I haven't eaten it, and I don't rarely eat it. ”

"Well, how do you know it's just pouring food into spicy soup if you haven't eaten it?"

“......”

"Let's try it, well, I promise you'll remember the taste. Uncle Frey, would you like a piece?"

By the campfire in the distance, Josia, dressed in a white robe, was working hard to promote hot pot. As for those who gathered, Don knew most of them, it was Frey and the young nobles who had been captured. There are still some people who don't know, probably the same person Josia said yesterday, who was specially sent by Lotha to promote the ideas of the Gray Army.

Since those aristocratic youths came to the Grey Army, they have moved freely and are not chained. Of course, there is no need for this, and they can't break out of here anyway. As for Frey, it's freer. Even if they wanted to leave here now, no one would stop them.

While thinking about it, Frey and the others had already started. Those aristocrats and young people disdain to eat these, they have never eaten any delicacies and delicacies?

"Wow, this is spicy...... Cool!"

"It's delicious, it's transparent, and it's even better if you have a sip of wine!"

"I'll rub, skinny monkey, you dare to rob me!"

......

At this time, the charm of hot pot is still huge. Heavy cooking techniques that have never been seen before, such a heavy taste...... Everything made these northern men start to involuntarily throw off their arms and fight for the food in the pot.

Those aristocratic youths who were reluctant to eat at first couldn't help but look at Frey so hotly when they saw that they were so hot here.

"A hillbilly is a hillbilly, and I've never eaten anything good in my life. As he spoke, a noble young man raised his knife and fork in an elegant posture, "I'll taste it first, and then I'll tell you the real deliciousness...... Huh?"

The aristocratic young man chewed the food in his mouth, his face became a little strange, as if he wanted to vomit, but he seemed to be reluctant, hesitated for a moment, and finally swallowed.

"How's it going?" asked the aristocratic young man on the side.

"Well, that's it, but that's it!" said the aristocratic young man slowly, but the movements of his hands did not stop, and he continued to fork into the tumbling pot.

Belch...... The surrounding aristocratic youths looked at each other, and Zuihou raised their forks.

"Oh, this tastes good. It's like, it's like ......"

"Golden caviar bursts in your mouth!"

"yes, that's what it feels like. ”

Bells, bells, bells...... There was a sound of metal knives and forks colliding.

"Whew...... Well, it's not unjust to join the Gray Army!" Frey exhaled a spicy breath and sighed.

Scold...... Don shook his head and chuckled. It was naturally a joke to join the Grey Army for the sake of hot pot, but hearing that Frey now had this will, Don was still very excited in his heart.

"Huh, Arthur...... Oh, Brother Don is here too, come on, come and taste the taste of this hot pot!" Frey saw Don standing in the distance, and hurriedly beckoned.

Belch...... Josia's heart jumped when she heard this, and she quickly raised her head.

Tang En happened to look at it too, and the two of them looked at each other, and their bodies were shocked. Don touched his nose and Josia buried her blushing face behind the mist.

Yesterday's scene came to the minds of both of them at the same time.

"Brother Donn, why are you still standing there? I'll wipe it, you bunnies don't have ...... Uh, be careful!" Frey, who was greeting, suddenly changed his face and shouted a warning.

Tang En, who was walking here, was also stunned, and then an angry roar came from behind him,

"Don, you return my uncle's life!" (To be continued.) )