Augustus Under the Horseshoe

As soon as Painhurs' supreme command was issued, the entire Salmatia steppe slowly became chaotic. Those righteousness said that they would never betray the goblins of their compatriots’ hiding places, and they have a generous salary in the tribe and nobleness. Under the temptation of status, each of his eyes became greedy.

Talking about feelings hurts money!

Within a few days, the first batch of sad-faced prairie goblins were trapped, deceived, abducted, deceived, and even guided by the beaming captives to directly besiege the hiding place. A large number of compatriots were forced to Brought to the tribe’s army.

Immediately afterwards, in accordance with Painhurs' letter, Gary Vix issued a second order: The order to bring back as many goblins as an official is also effective for the prisoners who were forced to bring back.

Moreover, this second batch of prisoners, no matter how many goblins come back with them in the future, the credit will be counted on their own heads as well as those who caught them back!

In short, the more goblins you bring back, the more they go back to catch, the bigger you will be in the end!

After hearing this news, let alone the first group of prisoners, it was the second group of frowning goblins. After hearing such a great news, after a brief dumbfounded, they boiled! I want to go out and bring people back! The hands are fast and the hands are slow, slower, others can be chiefs in bed, and he is still a soldier!

With the passage of time, the number of goblins in the tribe has risen by more than ten thousand at a jaw-dropping speed, and continues to rise. Those little things blinded by greed, digging in the Salmatia steppe III Ruler, unscrupulous recruits into the army.

At the end, these goblins even went north frantically, passing through the Salmatia steppe, looking for troubles living in the Transcarpathian and Scythian tribes. The number of troops was like a snowball.

For this goblin army that was quickly established from scratch, Painhurs also taught them how to build an igloo in winter, how to make a simple and easy-to-use spear thrower, and some sharpened tree branches. The child, the throwing is far and fierce...

In the end, Painhurs made a slight estimate. This cannon fodder was built from scratch... No, the number of goblin army is at least more than 40,000. In this way, a large area on the northern shore of the Black Sea. The pasture has been firmly controlled in his own hands.

As for the centaurs, let's recharge first in Gredingenian. The fertility rate of humans and horses is no worse than that of humans, and it takes only three years for a foal from birth to adulthood, and the speed is almost five times that of humans!

What restricts the development of the ethnic group is nothing more than the dangerous grassland environment and the extremely scarce number of livestock. The mares can't feed them if they give birth to them. They either die from foreign attacks or are starved to death because of insufficient cattle and sheep. , Even if some clans have fishing and hunting traditions, it is difficult to ensure stable food income.

But now it's different. Gretinian's land is frosty, cattle and sheep are everywhere. After a few **** battles, people and horses have occupied the largest and most fertile pastures. The number of livestock and ethnic groups is steadily increasing.

Under the costumes of three Teflin slave girls, the warchief took a bath and changed clothes, and began to examine how the half-devil prisoners brought back from Cilicia would affect the development of the tribe—if they were useless, cut a few. Ten pieces, evenly buried in the pasture, use their blood and flesh as waste to moisturize the pasture.

In terms of casting, several Teflin blacksmiths taught centaur blacksmiths how to forge and weave scales.

In terms of knitting, Half Demon brings a new way of stitching cloth.

In terms of manufacturing, these scarlet-skinned hybrids have strengthened and optimized the tribe’s pottery-making technology: Painhurs was carrying a brand-new pottery, while enjoying the fresh milk and broth, tears burst into his face: finally no need to hold anything. The strangely shaped skull, when it comes to eating utensils!

As for those brewers, the technology of winemaking in this era is low. Whether it is nomadic milk wine, barbarian ale, or even elves wine, the degree is scary. Painhurs has no experience in brewing wine, so I don’t know what to do. Improved.

However, now that the tribe has the techniques of winemaking in Egypt and Sasanian Persian, after the drunkard Heniwell communicated and cooperated with Teflin, under the guidance of Painhurs, he made a lot of reforms in sealing and fermentation. , So that the quality of the entire tribe’s wine has been newly improved.

It’s not that the warchief’s excessive alcohol addiction, but the pale warlock, who is studying a new weapon: fragile and fragile clay pots are available, wine with a good degree is available, and cloth can be produced, usually through malt and grape extraction. The sugar also has some inventory-these four things add up...

Just say nothing, Painhurs found an open area, filled the clay pot with fresh wine, some animal fat, and then added syrup-in theory, white sugar is the most suitable blend, but There is neither sugar cane nor sugar beet on the grassland. Even if there is, I may not be able to make it out. I can only make do with these starch sugars.

After filling a crock, Painhurs took out a strip of cloth about a foot long soaked in animal fat, half of it was stuffed into the wine in the jar, and the other half was exposed, carefully sealing the mouth of the bottle.

The Motorov cocktail, which is also an earthy incendiary bomb, is probably possible, finished.

Immediately afterwards, the undressed and graceful Teflin slave girl next to the warchief carefully took out the flint and iron pieces, hit them twice, and immediately ignited the grease-soaked cloth strips, and the white horse slammed round. He lifted his arm and threw the earthy Molotov cocktail in his hand, causing him to spin several burning trajectories in the air, and smashed it accurately into a predetermined unmanned area.

Accompanied by a loud "touch" sound, the fragile earthen jar was immediately shattered everywhere. The mixture of alcohol, grease, and sugar in the jar sputtered in all directions like a tide. At the same time, the burning cloth strips, I quickly ignited the contents of the tank, and the splashing tides turned into flames of death from **** in an instant! The land is almost a radius of tens of feet!

This is simply a small fireball technique!

After extinguishing the fire with sand, the warchief and a series of "scientists" experimented with the feasibility of this earthy combustion flask on livestock. It was found that it was not perfect. The clay pot could barely replace the glass bottle, but it couldn't be compared with the glass product. At the same time as it was broken, it scratched the enemy with a lot of small sharp fragments.

Moreover, the adhesion of the burning liquid is not enough. Once the liquid of the real burning bottle is sprayed, it can stick to the enemy and burn like a tarsal maggot. However, the burning liquid made by myself still has a lot of problems: The alcohol level is not strong enough, and sugar is improvised. Compared with modern gasoline, animal fat is very different.

But it can still be used.

Painhurs thought about the confrontation between Rome and Persia. The two magicians countered each other, and the process of solving the magic. After weighing the Motolov cocktail in his hand, he wondered which magician would dare to use the counter magic on himself, and directly one. Throwing the Molotov cocktail over, the other party dared to cast a spell to put out the fire. He was dispelling the magic and smashed him in the face...

"Don't mass-produce, I'm going to see if there are any alternative raw materials."

It is July, in this **** little ice age, Gredinian is about to usher in a warm and rainy winter, but once out, the Salmatia Prairie will soon usher in a new round of whiteness that will kill the horror. Disaster, even if you need to mobilize troops, you have to wait until next year. It seems that you can take a good rest for a few months.

Just when the warchief felt that he could be free for a few months, when he was writing and patrolling the territory in Gredinian, reading it as a tourist, a bear goblin under Garrivix held a crude and crude earthen jar with a naive face. The one came up.

"Great, Chief Chief, we crossed the Salmatia Prairie all the way north and got in touch with some bear goblin tribes in the north. This...this is their wine. I heard you recently Interested in wine?"

"Well, yes, what's the matter?"

Painhurs was lazily basking in the sun.

"North of the Salmatia Prairie... Oh my God, it's almost reaching the Baltic Sea or the Arctic Ocean. How can they still live there? Unbelievable."

"It is said that they can survive because they have invented a few unique skills: for example, this can of wine can burn the whole person without fear of the cold."

The bear goblin looked at the jar curiously, smoked his ugly big nose vigorously, wanting to taste it, but was afraid of the terrifying force and prestige of the tribal chief.

"I will try it."

Painhurs waved his hand, and several Teflin slaves immediately took out the Warchief’s wine bowl respectfully, and poured the legendary "good wine from the far north" into it.

Before the wine bowl reached his mouth, an extremely irritating scent of alcohol entered the warchief's nose, like an overwhelming locust swarm, madly stinging the smell of the white horse, the alcohol was so strong that even the smoked eyes hurt!

For a moment, Painhurs did not dare to lower his mouth, and directly stretched out his right finger. Accompanied by mysterious magic chants, countless arcane flames swirled and danced before that pale finger, and then turned into A burning ray gently wiped the spirits in the bowl: That Ling Li Chen Che, a transparent liquid like clear water, actually burned directly!

"Is this really industrial alcohol! It burns directly?! No wonder the goblins say that if you drink it, their whole body is burning!"

The warchief stared at the bowl of burning spirits, the far north, the northern part of the Salmatia prairie, the alcohol that was so high that it was scary, the bear goblin tribe... could it be the vodka of this world? ? ? ?

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