Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

If it had been Dong Jiayue's own army, they would never choose to go to war in the winter.

Just as the Graybeard Dwarf said, the winter environment is too harsh.

Food, marching, temperature, various factors make the war much more difficult.

But now, she is leading Fang Hao's army.

She didn't have to worry about the soldiers or the equipment; she could just ask for it.

The only requirement Fang Hao gave her was to take Gray Iron City, end the war with the dwarves, and rescue the transmigrators who had been captured.

So, the difficulties brought up by the dwarves.

In her view, they were problems for the enemy. Graybeard didn't mention them, she wouldn't even think of them.

However, Dong Jiayue didn't feel like wasting time arguing with him.

She asked them to state their purpose directly.

Left with no choice, the dwarves could only say: "King Rune has said that as long as you agree to withdraw your troops, leave the territory of Eight Peaks Mountain and no longer attack the dwarves, Gray Iron City will give you certain compensation."

"What can you give me?" Dong Jiayue asked directly.

"Two million gold coins, five thousand royal apparatuses, five thousand precious silk cloths, and the right to trade with the dwarves. You can buy dwarven-made firearms at a very low price," said Graybeard loudly.

He seemed to feel that the price he offered was already astronomical.

His voice was even louder than usual.

Dong Jiayue curiously looked at the three dwarves.

Even though she didn't care about the soldiers or equipment, by now, millions of pieces of equipment had been transported here, which also exceeded two million gold coins, right?

They took such a small amount of money and wanted her to withdraw her troops.

Did they think she was begging for food?

It's not that the dwarves didn't know they were offering too little.

The dwarves didn't have any enhancements. They produced and made them bit by bit.

This war had been going on and they had been using up their financial resources too.

They couldn't afford more.

Dong Jiayue didn't feel like arguing with them either, waving her hand, "All right, you all go back. Let Rune keep his money."

"You!" Graybeard's eyes widened, then he continued: "Then what do you want? Say it, and I'll talk to King Rune. There's still room for negotiation. There's no need to push things to the worst."

"Anything can be negotiated?"

"Yes."

Dong Jiayue carefully looked at Graybeard, then slowly said: "Will surrendering and opening the city gate do?"

Bang!

"You're dreaming. You guys are just dreaming." Graybeard cursed.

Dong Jiayue didn't care, "Then go back. The war will start in a couple of days. You should eat whatever you should eat now. Who knows you might not get a chance afterward."

Seeing that negotiations were not going well, the dwarves became angry.

One of them stroked his beard and said in a cold voice: "Humph, do you really think we are afraid of these skeleton frames? Gray Iron City is the strongest fortress, standing for hundreds of years, and no power has ever broken through it. You guys... probably still not good enough."

"So mighty, what are you doing here? Bragging about your two million gold coins?" Dong Jiayue retorted.

Dong Jiayue was also in a channel, arguing with a group of people.

Sarcastic and ironic, at this age group's common skill.

There was no reason she should fear the indigenous old man.

"I was just giving you some leeway. In my opinion, the best choice is to take the money and withdraw your troops," Graybeard glared at her, continuing.

"Oh, go and convince your King Rune."

"You…." Graybeard was nearly coughing up blood.

Dong Jiayue snorted coldly, "Guards, escort them out. If they don't leave the camp within an hour, they will be executed on the spot."

"Yes, let's go, old man." The guard outside the door pulled the curtain aside and peered at the dwarves.

The dwarves were ashen-faced.

They gave Dong Jiayue a fierce glare before turning and walking out of the tent.

...

The snowflakes outside the tent were getting bigger.

The endless undead army sent a chill down the dwarves' hearts.

In the tent, although they were tough-mouthed, they didn't have much confidence inside.

So many undead, they just couldn't kill them all.

Where did they all come from...

Just as the three of them were about to take a closer look at the layout here.

A voice came from behind.

"Long time no see, Mr. Neve."

The three dwarves turned their heads and saw a transmigrator woman in a leather jacket walk over with several people.

Graybeard Neve recognized her as Deng Bin.

He had traded with her several times and even sold some firearms to other transmigrators through her.

He hadn't expected her to be alive.

"Miss Deng Bin, seeing you alive is indeed a surprise," Neve sneered.

Deng Bin also gave a smile, saying: "What's so surprising about that? The undead attack the dwarves because I persuaded them to. Surprised?"

The faces of the three dwarves changed dramatically.

Neve roared, "Damn it, it was you, you bitch, you're not going to die well, your soul will suffer torment forever."

Faced with Neve's curses, Deng Bin didn't care at all.

She stepped aside and said to her subordinates, "What are you waiting for? Beat them up."

Crash!!

The several human soldiers behind her rushed forward and started beating the three terrified dwarves.
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Not far away.

Some guards were reporting what was happening here.

From afar, they heard Dong Jiayue's voice in the tent, "Don't kill the messenger."

Deng Bin heard it and said, "Get to it, did you guys not have breakfast?"

The militiamen switched from fists and kicks to wooden sticks, thrashing the three dwarves.

For a moment, cries pierced the whole area.