Tank bear? Canned bear?

  Tank Bear? Canned Bear?

  "Wah wah——"

  "Waaaahhhh——"

  With a loud roar, hundreds of dog bears busily pulled their throats and shouted loudly, while causing serious noise pollution to others, also declaring the great giant bear army deputy commander, Mr. Druid Vinnie, another day's full return.

  A big black bear with shiny black fur led the way at the front of the team, carrying a flag with a handsome white bear pattern on its back. Behind it followed several dozen robust dog bears with large clubs on their backs, they were the main combat force of the battalion, and the power of swinging their clubs was as astonishing as their appetite.

  The great Druid himself sat in a specially made, luxurious sedan chair, while Grina rode a gentle little horse beside him. Because the mechanism room of the Mithril Core was really hard to pull and uncomfortable to sit in, after returning to Emmon Port, Deputy Commander Vinnie had a special iron sedan chair made with a large reclining chair as a means of transportation, whose main components were also reinforced with high-strength alloys, otherwise it would be really difficult to bear his weight equivalent to that of more than a dozen ordinary people. The ones carrying the sedan were still his newly recruited little bear brothers, but the great Druid himself was already heavy enough, and adding the weight of the iron sedan chair, even with sixteen big, fat dog bears serving as sedan carriers, they still moved forward at an extremely slow pace.

  Actually, most of the time, Mr. Vinnie couldn't bear the tortoise-like speed and would rather walk himself, only jumping onto the sedan chair to show off to the townspeople when entering or leaving the city. Now these lazy guards don't even bother carrying the sedan chair when they go out, but instead casually leave it in an empty house on the outskirts of town, where diligent security personnel will naturally take care of it, no need to worry about theft.

  Behind the sedan chair was a large flatbed cart pulled by ten bears, on which were placed the large iron rods used exclusively by the Great Druid. The prisoners captured this time were chained to the back of the cart with iron chains, six large bears and four small bears, most of whom had been beaten with sticks until their faces were bruised and swollen, and were now being dragged along in a daze, their necks bleeding from the iron collars, staining their fur red. It was impossible not to think of the wicked slave-catching teams and the poor foreign slaves, while the Great Druid naturally became an evil slave owner.

  The last row of the team was a small group of police officers with gloomy faces, who were nervously watching so many wild and untamed dangerous animals parading through the streets, fearing that they would suddenly go crazy and hurt passersby. However, due to Mr. Vinnie being their nominal superior, and more importantly, due to Mr. Vinnie's terrifying and monstrous strength, which made them want to control but not dare to, they could only follow from a distance and monitor. Fortunately, these big guys were still obedient in front of the even more formidable Great Druid, so nothing out of the ordinary happened. However, if they were allowed to stay in the city for a year, it's likely that all the police officers in Emon Port would develop mental weakness.

  The wonderful team marched to a vacant warehouse opposite the garrison headquarters under the gaze of all citizens, where more than 200 dog bears are now camping. Just as the sedan was about to be carried in, a pink figure stopped them in their tracks.

  "Hey, Mr. Vinnie, the helmet you wanted is done, want to take a look?"

  The great Druid, who had been dozing with his legs cocked up on the litter, opened his eyes at once, turned over and got down from the litter, striding towards a heap of something outside the door of the storehouse on his two sturdy legs. Grena hastened to follow him, taking out a pair of big glasses and shaking them straight at him. The great Druid nodded knowingly, lowering his head to let Grena help him put on the new extra-large myopic spectacles that had been specially made for him, then he went forward, carefully examining the two hundred suits of armor suitable for the body type of dog bears that he had entrusted the chief of staff to make.

  But the result of studying through nearsighted glasses made Druyi a bit puzzled, isn't this a big pile of beer barrels in front of him? How did it become armor? Are they all put in the barrel? Thinking of this, he turned his head and roared at Grrena twice.

  "Mr. Vinnie says, 'Please take the helmet out of the bucket or he can't see.'" Grena quickly made the translation.

  "But isn't this armor?" Fili scratched his head and replied, "Won't you try it on?"

  Having heard such an unexpected answer, the Druid thought he was being played and got angry, raising his bear palm. Fili was frightened and kept shrinking back, shaking his hands frantically, "No, no, don't be impulsive, Mr. Vinnie! I'm not joking, you can ask one of your subordinates to try it out, this armor has a pretty good defense, it's absolutely worth the price you're offering!"

  Seeing Feili's serious expression, the great Druid put down his paws. Although his small eyes were still full of anger, he signaled a dog bear to go and try it on. If it didn't fit, he would give this cheat in front of him some more lessons and see if he dared to deceive the great Mr. Vinnie again.

  Fili immediately had several soldiers nearby work together to lift an oak barrel and put it over the bear's head. The great druid only then discovered that the bottom of the barrel had been completely hollowed out, and a large hole had been dug out at the top, just enough for the dog bear's head to stick out from the barrel. Two small holes were also dug in the front of the barrel, naturally to accommodate the two front paws. Standing in front of the bear, it looked as if a pair of bear paws and a bear head had grown out of a large beer barrel, looking ridiculously funny. Many of the townspeople who had not yet dispersed couldn't help but burst out laughing at the sight.

  The barrel has turned into this weird thing, the great druid acknowledged that the wine barrel was indeed a set of armor while expressing his serious dissatisfaction with the product quality in an angry low growl. After hearing Griselda's translation, the manufacturer hastened to make necessary explanations to consumers who thought their interests were damaged.

  "Mr. Vinnie, I really can't do it. The blacksmiths in the city are all busy making firearms and spears, and they really can't spare any time. You want me to make 200 sets of armor in three days? That's just impossible, even if I work myself to death!" Phil hurriedly called out for a taste test, "These things may not look great, but they're absolutely top-notch when used, don't believe me?"

  He raised a small hammer and lightly tapped the barrel wall, and a crisp metallic collision sound rang out. "You listen, it's different from the sound of ordinary wood, right? I used surface hardening magic on every set of armor, even able to withstand lead bullets at close range!" However, the effective period of the magic was only one month, he added silently in his heart. By then, the battle at Emon Port should have been over long ago, and no one would have had the leisure to study the hardness of wine barrels.

  The great druid listened to Fili's explanation, stretched out a bear palm and used three points of force to pat the top of a wooden barrel a few times, only to find that there was no crack at all. He nodded in satisfaction. However, after a while, he scratched his hair on the top of his head again, making a loud roar.

  "Mr. Vinnie thinks it's not very convenient for his subordinates to wear such things," Grenna said after translating the Great Druid's words, pointing at the dog bear that was demonstrating, "In such a small space, there is no way to lift their legs up, how can they charge?"

  A silver coin for a set is super cheap, but it's so particular! Fili muttered to himself, but he didn't dare show it on his face. "Don't worry about this," he immediately put on the salesman's smile, "Compared to running with two legs, I think your subordinates should use more advanced rolling charge methods."

  "Huh?"

  "Specifically, it's just like the one you often perform in the circus." Fili rolled an empty bucket over and pushed it back and forth on the ground, "Tuck your head and limbs inside and roll forward. Not only can this put your entire body under the protection of armor, but it's also much faster than running. Even if bullets hit it, they can easily bounce off. There's a special formula that explains this phenomenon..."

  Fili successfully confused the not-so-bright Druid with a string of mathematical and physical formulas, and after stroking his forehead with his paw for a moment, he felt that if he could do it, there was no reason why his subordinates couldn't. He let out a few more roars at Fili before walking unsteadily into the camp. The dogs outside followed suit, some of them starting to move the wooden barrels under Griselda's command.

  Feili let out a long sigh of relief and turned to leave with his men. But before they had taken more than a few steps, they saw Grena running towards them, carrying a small bag in her hand.

  "Master Vini said that he has recruited another batch of subordinates, please send fifty sets of armor again tomorrow, this is the money for buying equipment." After finishing speaking, she bowed and ran away.

  Ferris opened his purse and counted it, finding that there were exactly fifty silver coins inside.

  "Damn it, another silver coin set! This little money isn't even enough to paste a paper on my body!" He muttered and put the purse into his pocket, then looked around. Fortunately, he soon found a very suitable target.

  "Requisition of military supplies...... Fifty oak barrels...... New color Ryel war zone commander's office......" Fili pulled out a pen and ink bottle, and scribbled on a blank document with the war zone commander's seal. After finishing writing, he lightly blew on the paper, then walked into the beer hall across the street with several soldiers. Before long, angry shouts and intense physical collisions were heard from inside.

  Let's offer a moment of silence for this unfortunate beer hall owner.

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