Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Chapter 279 Wall Slide

The hobgoblin was definitely lying when he said he was not afraid, but since his Chaos Dwarf boss said so, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk out of the city.

The scene before him really scared him.

The imperial army was neatly organized, with soldiers wearing the most flexible half-body armor and holding a mix of shields, spears, and swords.

Moreover, these soldiers are the standard configuration of the Imperial Army. With such excellent armor, their ability to hold the line must be terrifying, at least several orders of magnitude higher than that of the slave legion.

Looking at another group of Imperial troops, although the firearms they are equipped with are not as good as those of the Chaos Dwarves, their quality is not bad either.

The entire army has line defense, output, cavalry and even artillery second only to the Chaos Dwarves, and the number is so terrifying.

As a staunch fence-sitter, the hobgoblin has already analyzed the pros and cons of the matter.

It is certain that he cannot win by fighting, but he can definitely take the initiative to surrender before the other party attacks him, and try to sell himself and his Chaos Dwarf master for a good price.

After hearing this, the Chaos Dwarf also realized the pros and cons. The worst that could happen was that he would surrender. Anyway, he had some savings and could use them to redeem himself, instead of having to work on the assembly line.

He took off his weapons and defenses, walked out of the town alone, and came to the front of the imperial army.

"I surrender. I lead the way."

The gesture of raising arms and shouting surprised Gelt. He had heard that Chaos Dwarves and ordinary Dwarves were of the same origin, and they were determined and very concerned about their reputation.

Going out means surrender, which is consistent with the information given by Mousse before, that the military strength of this city is insufficient.

Peaceful negotiations are possible, but we cannot take it lightly.

"Wendalo, you go and make the deal on behalf of the Empire. You've been in charge of logistics before anyway, so you know what we're currently lacking."

Gelt delegated power in front of everyone, but remained silent because the situation was still unclear. The Chaos Dwarves might have ambushed a large army in the city, waiting for the Imperial troops to relax.

Once again, Windlow was given a task at a critical juncture, and was personally given the title of Purchasing Manager and Logistics Manager by Gelt.

Even though I don’t get any salary, it’s okay. After becoming a purchasing manager, what salary do I need?

Mousse also carried the rune sword on his back and stood on tiptoe, making his height three times that of the Chaos Dwarf. Without lowering his head, he looked at the guy in front of him with the elves' favorite mocking eyes.

"Can't you hear me? Free trade."

Upon hearing about trade, the earth elf who knew a little about the Imperial language became excited. It turned out that they were just a passing army or a large caravan looking for supplies, not coming to attack the city.

He kept nodding and bowing, saying "welcome, welcome" in his poor Imperial language.

The transaction took place in the air-conditioned Chaos Dwarf Office. Windlo was not polite and just lay down on the sofa. There was no need to be polite.

The Gelt and the Imperial Army outside are his greatest confidence. Being impressive at the negotiation table doesn't have much effect, and there is no need to demonstrate any basic qualities.

Mousse did not sit down. She had been here last night and knew that she had to stand at all times to defend against the enemy in dangerous situations.

With his right hand on the rune sword, everything is ready.

"Dude, how do you buy supplies for the caravan here?"

"Two gold coins a ton."

"Damn, are these supplies filled with delicacies from the land and sea, or is there honey in the water?"

"The price is this high in the Dark Land, do you want it?"

"If it's all delicacies from land and sea, and honey is added to the water, I will definitely want it. Okay, let's take a look at the goods."

The town of Howling Peak is located in the Dark Land. Caravans occasionally pass by here. In addition, the Chaos Dwarves and Hobgoblins in the city also need to make a living. With the labor of slaves, there is naturally no shortage of supplies.

The so-called caravan supplies are actually food, water and basic medicines compressed in fixed proportions. Having been a merchant for so long, Windlow certainly knows this clearly.

There is no shortage of these things in the city, but they can't be sold for much money. However, once in the wilderness, a meal or a pot of water can often be sold at a high price.

This is what free trade is all about, selling something to someone who needs it.

If the demand is particularly urgent and the goods are scarce on the market, they can naturally be sold at a high price, and customers can only accept it with a pinch of their nose, after all, if they miss this store, they don’t know how far the next one will be.

However, there is also a model called risk trading, in which the transaction not only depends on the quality of the goods, but also on the strength comparison between the buyer and the seller.

When both parties are strangers, the best solution is to grab what is needed. There is no need to make any transactions.

The reason for proposing a deal is simple: fighting is risky, not trading.

What Windlow considered was very simple, even contrary to free trading, that is, calculating losses.

Through the Chaos Dwarf military deployment that Mousse investigated yesterday, she also estimated the possible losses of the Imperial forces.

If the town is attacked by force, the empire will suffer a loss of nearly 300 gold coins and at least 50 lives will be lost.

Therefore, the money that can be used to purchase caravan supplies can only be between 300 and 400 gold coins. This is the essence of risky trading.

The Chaos Dwarf was of course also clear in his mind. After being involved in slave trade and foreign plunder for so long, he naturally knew that this was not a normal transaction.

How to minimize losses is the most important issue for him.

Passing inferior goods off as good ones is inevitable, shortchanging people in weight is certain, and getting away with it is something you strive for.

He took Windlow and Mousse all the way down and walked directly into the warehouse of the Chaos Dwarves.

Like dwarves, Chaos Dwarves also like to dig holes to build storage warehouses, and divide them into different areas according to their uses.

Food, water and medicine were stored in different categories, and Windlow watched from behind every time the goods were picked up.

Although this imperial merchant has little fighting ability, he has a very sharp eye. It is obviously unrealistic to pass off inferior products as good ones under his nose.

Several earth elves worked hard to pack the supplies according to the proportions, and the next step was to sell them by tons.

Since the charges are based on weight, the Chaos Dwarves took out their best quality scales.

Even Mousse felt that the situation was stable at this point, after all, dwarves were famous for being trustworthy.

But when it comes to high-quality scales, Windlow certainly knows very well what they are.

"I'm a businessman myself, and you told me that this thing of yours is a high-quality scale."

He walked over slowly, then turned over the tray on the scale, turning the whole thing upside down, completely exposing the contents underneath.

A black mass of something that was obviously very large was stuck under the tray.

"Magnet."