Chapter 124

"I'm the garrison commander in Loveland." The soldier followed Alfred into the hotel. He glanced at the sparse people sitting in the hotel. There were not many people, about thirty or forty, but most of them were northern barbarians.

The soldier's eyes flashed a trace of disdain.

Although it was well hidden, which of the people present was an ordinary person. Basically, Sean, Cecilia and William easily caught the slightest contempt in his eyes, except Alfred with his back to him and Arnold, who was naturally stupid.

The northern barbarians are not good soldiers in the eyes of anyone who thinks they have a little knowledge or military knowledge. Their IQ is hard. At least before that, William thought so, and he didn't make a little change until that night. After a series of observations, William found that the northern barbarians were not unfit to be soldiers, but it took a long time to make them form real combat effectiveness.

Of course, no pains, no gains. William thought that if the northern barbarians were trained, they might really be able to build a strong army that is not afraid of death.

The reason why the pure white wings of St. Joels empire are so powerful is that they are all composed of fearless knights? If the northern barbarians can develop like that, their combat effectiveness will not be much lower. Moreover, the most important point is that it is very easy to supplement the northern barbarians. More than 50% of the slaves in the whole slave market are northern barbarians, and there are countless northern barbarian tribes in the vast ice area in the northwest corner of the mainland.

The only thing that bothers William is how to improve the strength of these northern barbarians as much as possible.

You know, the strength of fearless knights is real superior gold. Of course, a knight regiment composed of thousands of superior gold can force the holy puppets of Maggie Empire not to dare to fight head-on.

The strength of the northern barbarians, that is, they barely reached the lower bronze, and the average level was even only apprenticeship.

William yawned, then turned to face the so-called commander with his ass and began to think about how to comprehensively improve the combat effectiveness of the northern barbarians. After all, this steel wing really belongs to the army under his name, so of course he needs to be well rectified and trained. As for communicating with the commander who obviously changes the position of his nose and eyes, he is not interested at all.

Seeing William's attitude, the green veins on the commander's forehead jumped, but he still well suppressed his anger, because these people were not his army at all, and he knew what the quality of the mercenary Corps was. Instead of breaking up with each other here, it's better to hurry up and deal with business. If something goes wrong because of him, his position as commander will come to an end.

"I'd like to ask when you can leave?" The commander said in a rather polite tone, "the deal is at noon the day after tomorrow. Sir Paro hopes to settle the matter before that."

The meaning of this is not difficult to understand. I hope Sean and others will start as soon as possible, preferably now.

But Sean could not be led by the nose. Now he was convinced that Sir Paro, an old and cunning fellow, wanted to use them as cannon fodder, so he said coldly: "tomorrow morning. Now everyone is tired and needs a rest, and Fred has just painted magic patterns. He needs time to rest to adjust his state Your excellency, commander, come back to us tomorrow. "

"Lord, I hope you can start now." The commander's attitude was still very polite, but there was a bit of indisputable command in his voice.

It was an instinctive pressure to rise from jazz to city Lord. It was obvious that the commander wanted to suppress Sean and others through Paro's name. If it is an ordinary mercenary regiment, it is likely to obey the other party's orders and commands. After all, no one will be stupid enough to offend a city Lord, especially now on the city Lord's territory.

But obviously, Sean is not the so-called general mercenary Corps.

He waved his hand impolitely, as if he were driving flies, and said coldly, "tell the city Lord that we need to rest. We won't leave until after six o'clock tomorrow morning. If you can't wait, take someone out by yourself. "

"You!"

"Fred, anno, see you off." Sean didn't give each other a chance to speak at all and simply ordered him to leave.

Alfred didn't know why Sean's attitude changed so quickly, but Sean's attitude was so tough at the moment. As a member of his command, Alfred naturally took Sean's order as the first criterion. Naturally, Alfred walked up to the commander and politely said an invitation. But the commander didn't seem to buy it. He still stood in place and stared at Sean. His eyes were a little colder. His momentum had begun to accumulate.

Arnold didn't have so many scruples. He got up from behind the table and went directly to the commander. Alfred was talking, and he stood and looked at him. However, the commander not only ignored it completely, but even sent out a killing intention. The smile on anno's face disappeared in an instant. He was more sensitive to the murderous spirit than anyone. He directly grabbed it at the other party's collar and wanted to subdue the commander on the spot.

But before Arnold's hand reached out in front of him, the commander's hands moved together in an instant, and the latter came first to put on Arnold's right wrist and elbow. As long as his hands worked at the same time, he could break Arnold's right hand immediately.

Almost as the commander's hands moved, Alfred followed - he took a step back, waved his left hand back and grabbed the flame lion's fangs on the table. The long handled halberd was like a child's toy in his hand. When it was waved by his left hand, it was gently thrown onto his right hand. With a slight lift, the spear tip of the halberd was already on the commander's throat.

The burning sensation from the tip of the gun made the commander's pupils shrink suddenly. But soon, his eyes changed from surprise to shock. The hard object feeling from his chest made him understand that not only his throat was held by a sharp weapon, but also his chest. While he bowed his head, he looked at another magic weapon.

Two magic weapons!

"What do you mean?" The commander forced himself to calm down and asked in a deep voice.

"What you mean, what we mean." Sean's eyes were cold. The long sword in his hand stretched out from anno's ribs and just hit the commander's heart. As long as he dared to move recklessly, Sean would dare to direct a sword through each other's heart.

But even so, Sean thought it was a loss!

Arnold's arm is much more valuable than the life of this waste.

"It's just a misunderstanding."

The commander looked at Sean and was afraid of his strength. In his opinion, only the demon warrior among these people could be compared with himself, but unexpectedly, he looked out of sight. He didn't even see how the chainas man shot. He didn't find that his key was threatened until his chest was butted by a hard object.

At this moment, since the situation is stronger than people, he certainly won't mess around. His hands on anno's right arm slowly loosened and then raised them.

Sean took his long sword back into the scabbard, looked coldly at the commander, and shouted in a deep voice: "get out, come tomorrow. If you still come, we won't accept this entrustment. We'll pay you back. "

Holding back his anger, the commander nodded politely, didn't say much, turned and left.

When it was confirmed that the other party had left, Alfred and William expressed their dissatisfaction at the same time.

"You shouldn't have done that just now." Alfred shook his head. His vision still remained for the sake of the head of the mercenary regiment, or as an ordinary villager, "offending him is not good for us, especially if we are still in this city."

"I agree with that." William nodded and rarely stood in the same camp with Alfred. "You really shouldn't have done that just now, or even let him go. You should know that he is a soldier, and the soldier will have the pride of a soldier. You're just making enemies for nothing. It won't do us any good. "

"I found that you also said normal words." Alfred nodded and seemed to agree with William very much.

But for Alfred's recognition, William showed complete disdain: "if it were me, I would never let him go back. At least I would kill him directly. There would never be so much nonsense."

Alfred, who was still nodding, was stunned for a moment, and then looked at William in amazement: "I take back what I said just now. You've never been normal."

"I just consider the most appropriate plan." William shrugged and said to himself, "even if you let him go back, you shouldn't tell him to let him come tomorrow. In this case, if he wants to make some small moves against us, we will be in a very passive situation Moreover, the most appropriate way just now is to let Ann Nuo break his hand and then kill him. In this way, we will occupy the great righteousness. "

Speaking of this, William turned to look at Arnold and said with a smile, "Arnold, you wouldn't mind if he broke your hand just now, would you?"

In the face of William's inquiry, Arnold thought for a while before asking foolishly, "is there any food to eat after being broken?"

"Yes." William smiled and nodded. "There are a lot of meals to eat, and you can not work for the time being."

"Hey, hey." Arnold giggled and grabbed the back of his head. "Then fold it casually, just one hand."

"Look." William turned his head to Sean and Alfred. "The client doesn't mind, so we should have taken the plan just now."

"You are such a madman." Alfred was stunned. Although he could understand the meaning of sacrifice, which was not uncommon in the mercenary regiment at the beginning, Alfred still couldn't accept making such a decision in such an understatement environment.

"In my opinion, Arnold's hand is much more expensive than his life." Sean curled his lips. He didn't know what to say about the silly man's optimism and nature. As a commander or Lord, he naturally has to admit that William's words are reasonable. Sometimes he can exchange some small sacrifices for greater interests. If he considers it as a player, he can't accept this behavior thought.

"Well, I've said everything anyway, and I don't care what they think. Let's have a good sleep tonight. Maybe we'll have two tough battles tomorrow. "

"I don't think so." William muttered and then lay on the table again. "After seeing the strength of you two, the people who come to cooperate with us tomorrow will certainly change their attitude. Maybe even the Lord of Palo will win over us."（ To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly ticket at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)