Chapter 204
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Some of the carriages were stacked neatly with glass products. The crystal-clear bottles and cups made the people of the grassland drop their jaws. They caressed the warm glass products and did not want to let go.
After a while, the grassland general finally remembered something. He held the reins and walked to the captain of the Kingdom of Northland. He placed his right hand on his chest and asked, "We know that these are expensive goods. How much does the Kingdom of Northland want us to pay this time?"
"The glass products are cheap, 30 copper coins for a bottle … The iron pots are more expensive. After all, we are also short of iron. The price is 15 silver coins …" The captain of the Kingdom of Northland did not speak. A merchant beside him talked about the price of these goods.
In fact, he made a lot of money because the price of these goods in the Kingdom of Northland was about half of the price he quoted now.
"As for the salt … the price is also very reasonable. 100 gold coins for a carriage … I will leave the carriage to you." The merchant was overjoyed as he calculated the abacus. His trip this time was really fruitful, with a gross income of more than a thousand gold coins.
Just the trade volume of this caravan alone was already so huge.
Originally, when the grassland general heard the price of 100 gold coins, he was prepared to be cheated by the profiteer. But when he heard that the unit was "carriage", his expression became interesting.
He looked up at the captain of the Kingdom of Northland and raised his hand to pass the reins of his horse to the captain. "You are the most respectable merchants I have ever seen! This horse is the most handsome in the grassland. I will give it to you! It will be a testimony of our friendship! Welcome to the grassland. Tonight, we will not rest until we are drunk! "
"Kill the sheep! Welcome the distinguished guests! " After that, he shouted to his people. The grassland people who were on horseback or had already dismounted also cheered. "Oh! Kill the sheep! Kill the sheep! "
"I heard that trading with the grassland people is very dangerous?" The merchant looked at the captain of the knights beside him with a puzzled expression.
"In the past … a bag of salt cost ten gold coins." The captain of the knights tied the reins of the other warhorse to his saddle and replied without raising his head.
The merchant was stunned for a moment, and then he realized in despair how many gold coins he had just lost.
However, at this moment, at the border between the German Empire and the Kingdom of Northland, there were some villages and towns in the Kingdom of Northland near the Wilson Mountains.
Boom! Boom! At the border between the Kingdom of Northland and the German Empire, a round of Magic Crystal Cannons landed in the middle of a dense crowd. The guards of the village were cut up by the rampaging cannonballs, plowing out trails of blood.
The magic crystal cannons developed by the magicians had rewritten the history of war. The side that had the magic crystal cannons seemed to have the upper hand on the battlefield. The soldiers of the German Empire were advancing steadily. They could already see the smile of the Goddess of Victory.
These magic crystal cannons were transferred from Kelandil to the Blackstone Castle through Alonso. The magic crystal cannons were a kind of gold-devouring beast that consumed a lot of magic crystals. Without enough strength, even if they were given to him for free, he would not be able to afford to use them.
The Northland soldiers who were originally in a tight formation were now staggering. The terrifying magic cannons fell from the sky and splashed a bloody rain into the crowd.
The entire line of defense was collapsing. The officers of the Kingdom of Northland were no longer able to stop the collapse of their soldiers. At this moment, they did not want to stop this collapse, because they were also in the midst of the collapsing crowd.
No one dared to face such a terrifying weapon. Everyone thought that the German Empire was going all out this time to take revenge. Therefore, the Northland soldiers were not only defeated by the power of the weapon, but also by the aura of the enemy.
"Did our God abandon us?" An officer crawled up from the ground with blood all over his face. He cried as he tried to find his arm. His armoured arm was cut off by a hot current, like butter being cut by a hot knife.
One of the soldiers struggled to stand up, only to find that his legs were gone. He tried his best to shout, but found that he could only spit out blood. Soon, he became motionless, lying down with the corpses around him, not making any sound.
Not far away, the army of the German Empire was marching in an orderly manner. Along with the sound of drums, they approached the hellish battlefield step by step. There was no longer any organized resistance in front of them. There were only a few crazy enemy soldiers.
Countless spears were leveled and then swept away everything in front of them. Some soldiers who forgot to run were quickly stabbed to the ground. The Derman soldiers continued to advance step by step, completely ignoring the corpses under their feet.
"Long live the Derman!" On the high slope, the soldiers who hadn't had time to participate in this crushing attack let out mountainous cheers. Their flags fluttered in the sky and their voices echoed across the plains.
Riding on a tall horse, Tyron William pointed at the battle formation in the distance with his armoured glove. He proudly said to his followers, "Look! There is no one on the border of the Northland who can stop the army of the German Empire! No, this is our Northern Province. We are only here to kill these pitiful traitors. "
"Yes! Yes! " An officer had a flattering smile on his face. He praised Tyron William and said, "Sir, you are the best commander. Under your leadership, the German Empire will definitely reach the peak."
"Hahahaha!" Tyron William laughed out loud. However, his laughter did not spread far before it was drowned out by the sound of the war drums. He proudly pulled on the reins of his warhorse and said, "These small towns will definitely report this matter to Gravel. Unfortunately, they will never expect that we have already set up cannons in front of their homes! Hahahaha. "
"Sir, you are so wise!" "Sir, you are so wise!" "Sir, you are really the Star of the Derman!" The group of flattering officers hurriedly nodded their heads and bowed, flattering Tyron William.
After hearing these praises, the smile on Tyron William's face became even brighter and he became even more proud. He was in a good mood and gave an even more radical order, "Order the troops! We do not need prisoners! "
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