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Enter the camp.

Rambo found that the hygiene here was very good, there was no peculiar smell, and there were many people chatting around.

"My God!"

"What did you bring this time? It's only been four months and these new people have arrived!"

Bega's frantic voice attracted Rambo's attention, and he turned his head just in time to see the jumping dwarf.

"Don't worry, these people are more civilized and don't live a hunting life like us."

"Oh, that's good, then what kind of life do they live?"

"Nomad."

A smile appeared on Old John's face, and Bega was stunned when he heard these two words.

"Isn't this all the same? Damn it! Who among you has read or knows math! Raise your hands!"

The Mongolian people looked confused, and no one raised their hands.

"Oh my god! Damn it!"

Bega's helpless head hurt more and more.

"What do you know?"

"I can herd animals and treat animals..."

"I rode on horseback and shot Thief Six."

"Making leather, and making wine from horse dung fruit."

The Mengtu people talked a lot about their skills. These guys knew a lot, and some of them were useful to the camp.

But Bega still felt a dull pain in his head.

"I wish you a happy job~"

Old John pulled Rambo, who immediately reacted and followed him out of here.

They passed through the camp and were led by a flag officer to the more central tent area.

"The leader asked you to be my adjutant, but you have traveled with the army for such a long time and you should rest."

"I don't know why the leader values ​​you so much."

"But he is willing to believe you, so I won't ask anything... This tent is yours, remember it carefully and don't make a mistake."

"Thank you!"

"One more thing, my son lives in the tent over there. Although he is a bit stupid, he is easy to talk to. If something happens and I am busy and you can't find me, you can go to him for help."

"Just say that I asked you to find him. He will never dare to refuse."

"Excuse me."

Nodding, Old John left here to arrange work.

After a winter of training, he already knew the inner workings of the camp very well.

Dawei's authority also makes the management of people here simple.

After seeing Old John leaving, Rambo breathed a sigh of relief and slowly turned around and entered the tent, which was well-stocked with supplies.

Although it only has a bed, some daily necessities, and a wooden chair, it is still better than where Rambo lived before.

"This is the first time I've ever met a boss who treats me so well in this damn world."

A few days ago, the food I ate was stewed meat with salt and spices, and even when I was on the road, it was dried meat.

I also got a job that sounded like an official job.

If he hadn't experienced slavery and gladiatorial combat, Rambo might have taken it for granted.

But after being tortured and humiliated by those damn guys, he was grateful for the life he had now.

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"Well, I think it's better not to. Khan obviously wants to cause trouble. Let's wait until he's done with it before uploading it."

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This sentence was repeated again, but this time the tone and emotion were cold and oppressive.

Rambo immediately thought of the rules, coughed a few times and said immediately.

"Think about it, if something goes wrong with Khan, is there a chance that it can be solved directly?"

"Will this organization split after he dies? And now that I'm at the base camp, as someone who just joined, there's a high chance that I'll be kidnapped."

(...)

The system elf fell into silence, and she soon stopped talking.

Apparently he's turned the corner.

After wiping the sweat off his head, Rambo turned on the system.

What caught his eye was his own fusion points, which were only 130.

This thing cannot be exchanged for blood within the system, nor can it improve its own power.

Lambo browsed the system mall boredly.

"Ten yuan can buy a flintlock blueprint, or the entire paper bullet casing manufacturing method for five yuan, and a bronze cannon for 50 yuan."

Scratched his head.

Look at the happy barbarians outside the door.

He clicked on the weapon blueprint and bought it.

These weapons are nothing to this magical continent. The combat effectiveness of a single person in this world is much more important than these foreign objects.

After all, this is not a world without demons.

But the extraordinary world.

The Demon King alone can destroy the city.

This kind of flintlock gun can only be used as a water gun, but even a water gun can cause trouble against those frost giants.

It can make the ineffective soldiers in the rear become useful.

"In my original world, if there are too many of these things, they can indeed be dangerous to knights, but not to magicians."

Chapter 1 The magical world

Dawei rode Liu Tiao and walked in the front.

Following him were thirty personal guards wearing closed helmets.

The rescued slave soldiers stabbed the Frost Giant to death with a spear under Dawei's threat, thus proving that they were not followers of the Yata Defense.

And those who dare not stab or plan to escape.

They were all killed by Dawei.

In the end, among the people who came back with him, in addition to the original soldiers, there were more than 600 slave soldiers.

These guys have pretty good physical fitness, and they have been trained and know some things. As long as they train well, they can become basic soldiers.

"Khan is back!!!"

The people on the archer tower shouted excitedly, and those who heard it all came out.

When they glanced over, what they saw was a large pile of bloody Frost Giant heads and a large amount of trophies.

This made their morale high and they called Dawei's name enthusiastically.

"This honor goes to these warriors! Without them, I wouldn't have been able to achieve what I have achieved!"

Dawei's voice was emotionless.

But with a little fierceness and fanaticism, his eyes were burning with blue flames, and his whole face was full of majesty.

Everyone in the camp came out and turned their attention to the soldiers, and the dwarves were no exception.

"Glory Guard!"

Those present chanted the name of the First Legion, the Honor Guard.

This was a name that had been decided upon when the military organization was established.

It is a formal title and can also be called the First Legion.

People cheered.

These people were even more excited when they learned that a team of nearly 600 people had joined them.

But one person's expression became as ugly as if he had eaten dog shit.

That was Bega. He turned his head to look at the six hundred big men picking their feet, and then turned to look at Dawei.

Now was definitely not the time to lose his temper. After trying to calm down, Bega sighed sadly.

He walked over and started his work.

But the situation now is much better than before.

In four months, he cultivated some helpers who could help him manage better.

The camp began to operate, the hunting team started hunting with iron weapons, and the patrol team continued to be on guard.

The blacksmith started working and reprocessed the newly obtained weapons and armor into suitable ones.

After joining these 600 people.

Dawei's tribe expanded to more than 400 people.

These numbers are nothing, but they are a rare and powerful force in this wasteland.

"We have enough supplies to feed 1 people for a year, and there is enough salt... but there is no iron."

Old John and Rambo came over early to greet him.

He told Dawei everything about the camp and the surrounding mammoths.

"Don't worry about iron. The Frost Giants in the south have plenty of supplies."

"Our current plan is to quickly integrate the tribes and then go to the north to attract more people to join."

"I have big plans for the summer!"

It took four months to gather manpower, assemble soldiers, forge weapons and equipment, and then launch an attack during the time when the Frost Giant was at its weakest.

Killed all the frost giants outside.

Dawei turned his eyes, the blue flame burning slightly.

"By the way, John, ask the kitchen to bring out the wine and give each of the soldiers a cup. Prepare more meat and food, and celebrate well."

"Wouldn't this be too wasteful?"

"No, no, let them relax, and starting tomorrow I will demand them as a real legion."

Old John nodded and turned to leave.

Rambo did not leave, but scratched his head and looked at what Dawei seemed to want to say.

"Rambo, are you still used to living here?"

“It’s very comfortable, better than where I lived before.”

"That's good. I see you didn't leave just now. Do you have something to say?"

Khan's words were emotionless, but not cold.

He didn't hide it and said it directly.

"It's like this. I suddenly remembered that I had joined a group like the Traveler Alliance, and I had seen drawings of flintlock guns and artillery in it."

Saying this, he took out the weapon drawings he had exchanged and handed them to Dawei.

"Hot weapons, I haven't understood the gunpowder in this world, but I still thank you very much."