After exchanging names in two clicks, Kampal secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally entered the normal procedure. In other words, if you negotiate or something, who doesn't come up to introduce each other first, how can you not know each other like this, so let's talk nonsense first?

Kampal said he had seen it this time.

"So, Master Su, uh......" Seeing Su Mo turn around and sit back on the boulder, Kampal subconsciously wanted to enter the next process. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly felt as if he had ignored something, and the conversation stopped again.

"Oh, I'm here, let's talk, what's the matter?" Su Mo answered with a smile, his attitude as hospitable as ever.

Hospitable?Kampal suddenly realized what he had overlooked. You don't even have a seat! No, to be exact, except for his little bastard surnamed Su, everyone present is still standing.

How can Nima talk about this? Is this a negotiation? This is completely a posture of training his grandson. And aren't these people playing the role of their grandson?

The anger that had just calmed down instantly surged up again. The dignified Earl of Tver, what a steady and gentle temper he has on weekdays, he can be rubbed again and again until he is not crazy for less than a quarter of an hour, and Mr. Su's taunting skills are absolutely full of level.

"What does Su Gongzi mean is that I will just stand and talk to you like this?"

Su Mo made a sudden appearance, sighed, patted his forehead with his hand and said apologetically: "Look at me, look at me, it's my fault." Come on, come on, sit, sit, let's sit down and talk. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to make an invitation gesture and waved it to both sides.

Kampal and the others were dumbfounded again. Sit? Where do you sit? You just point to both sides casually, even if it's polite? I'll go to your uncle's! If you dare to deal with it, don't you feel free to deal with it? How much can you make your face passable?

"Oh, I'm sorry about this. Lao Kan, you see that I'm out of the house, I really haven't had time to prepare tables and chairs or anything, let's just do it, and when I have the opportunity to go to my house, I will definitely make up for it, I will make it up. Young Master Su said sincerely with an apologetic face.

Kampal suddenly felt that he really had nothing to say, and he didn't even bother to get angry. Is this Nima talking in human terms? Well, who is away from home, and has to carry tables and chairs? Not to mention on the battlefield. We understand this, and we reluctantly accept it.

But I'm going, what do you mean by what you say later? I'll make up for it when I go to your house? This little bastard......

Kampal's head was a little dizzy, and his eyes seemed to be bluer. It's not about race, it's really angry. Tai Nima diaphragm responds to people, I'm afraid that the gods will jump when they come.

Forget it, Count Ben has a big belly, and he doesn't know like this little ruffian, so many Duchy soldiers are still waiting for their own redemption. This little bastard has been entangled with himself again and again, and if he really wants to be angry and angry, is he not falling into it? The Earl, who claims to be a wise man, must not fall into such a pit.

Yes, he puffed and drummed, suffocated and suffocated, and was on the verge of suffocating his internal injuries, but in the end he gritted his teeth, pinched his nose and sat down on the ground.

Damn, it's better to sit than to stand, so you don't have to pretend to be a grandson. It was only after this sitting down that Kampal realized that he was tragic again. Why? The thing sat on top of the boulder, several heads taller than he was sitting on the ground.

Well, just now I stood like a grandson being trained, but now after sitting down, I am several heads shorter, and I have to tilt my head slightly even to speak, this Nima is still a grandson! The only difference is that he has changed from a standing grandson to a sitting grandson.

Kampal was so depressed that he almost vomited blood, but he couldn't have a seizure at all. Everyone apologized so sincerely, and this barren mountain and wilderness really couldn't provide tables and chairs, and I accepted it. What's more, he has already sat down, which means that he has approved this arrangement, even if he wants to dwell on this, he has no position at all.

What could be more depressing in the world than digging oneself into one's own pit? So, in less than half an hour after he stepped into this valley, this dignified earl no longer had the strength he had before he came.

Second Brother Wei watched from a distance, and he admired it in his heart. This Su Gongzi is really wise and scheming. This is not obvious, and a proper preemptive momentum is already sufficient.

Looking at the pile of prisoners lying or sitting in the valley, as well as the hanging Giryev hanging above his head, his face was blue from the cold wind, Second Brother Wei suddenly said with great anticipation for the next negotiation.

Su Gongzi previously said that he would compensate his brothers and let them make a fortune, but he thought it was nonsense, but now it seems that maybe there will really be a door.

He sighed and sighed here, but Kampal over there couldn't care about any mood. He is a general after all, since the facts have come to this point, it is nonsense to say anything else, and it is only right to get things done quickly.

"Su Gongzi, on behalf of our Muscovy Southern Expeditionary Corps, I have come to negotiate with you about the release of prisoners of war. Before doing so, however, I strongly protest against the harm and humiliation you have inflicted on our prisoners of war, and I ask you to immediately change this situation and make a sincere apology. Otherwise, we do not rule out the possibility of resorting to force. ”

Kampal also let himself go, and directly expressed his dissatisfaction with the strongest posture. After this time, he also saw that there were really no other ambushes here. These five or six people alone, as long as they can save their own prisoners of war first, it is only a matter of turning their hands to destroy them.

Su Mo didn't speak immediately, looked at him fixedly, and suddenly smiled. The laughter is very joyful and hearty, as if I saw the stupid behavior of a big fool with a heavenly name, and I really couldn't restrain my laughter.

Kampal was stunned by his sudden joke, and didn't understand what the thing was crazy again. But as the smile became more and more presumptuous, as if he was going to laugh until he was old, his face became more and more difficult to look at.

"Master Su, what do you mean by this?!" he shouted angrily with a gloomy face.

Su Mo waved his hand, easily stopped laughing, tilted his head to look at him, and asked coldly, "Lao Kan, have you eaten?"

"What?" Kampal was stunned, what does this mean? What did he ask? Did I eat ......it? This...... What the fuck is this god twist?

"Yes, what I'm asking is if you have eaten it?" Su Mo did not have any consciousness of divine transformation, but emphasized it again.

Kampal's eyes were full of circles, and he said hatefully after half a sound: "Master Su, I don't think this occasion is a suitable place to play humor." We ...... just now"

Su Mo waved his hand to interrupt him, the smile on his face gradually subsided, and said seriously: "I'm not joking, I'm not playing any humor, I just want you to understand, time, I have a lot." I just don't know if these benevolent brothers who are your guests here have as much time as I do. ”

After that, ignoring Kampal's sluggish face, he suddenly turned his head to Second Brother Wei and shouted, "Second Brother, please go to the next level of Brother Giryev." Climb high and look far away, and it's not too fast!"

Second Brother Wei was also confused by the divine turn, and suddenly heard Su Mo's shout, he couldn't help but shudder, and immediately returned to his soul, answered loudly, and then exerted force in his hand, pulled the rope, and pulled the Giryev above upwards again.

Kampal's face changed dramatically, and now he finally understood. This kid is actually telling him that it's useless to talk less, he has the handle on his side, and he can play whatever he wants. But Garyev and them, if they continue to play like this, I am afraid that even if they are redeemed, they will only be corpses.

Despicable! Shameless!

He wanted to understand this, and couldn't help but be filled with anger, eager to immediately turn his face and stomp the face of the guy in front of him under his feet. But looking at Giryev, who had risen a little higher, and at the torches raised in the hands of the three guards guarding his captives on the other side, his anger suddenly disappeared in an instant, and only one heart became colder and colder.

He was cold in his heart, but he sighed helplessly.

"Well, you win. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing to a steady level again, and said lightly.

"I beg you, then, to put our Colonel Giryev down first. After all, all you and I need is a living Giryev, isn't it?"

Su Mo smiled, clapped his hands and said, "That's right, that's what you want." Okay, second brother, please come down to our guests, as Mr. Earl said, a living meat ticket is worth more than a dead one, we are poor, and we can't do such a shameful thing to waste. ”

Hearing this, Kampal spurted out another mouthful of old blood. However, seeing that Wei Er finally began to put down Giryev, he was a little relieved in his heart. On such a day, the higher you go, the colder it gets, and if you delay a little longer, Garyev will not be lucky. Once Giryev died, it would be a big problem.

"Thank you for your kindness and understanding, and now I think we need to talk about the details of the redemption of prisoners of war. We think ......"

He took a deep breath and restarted the negotiations. But before he could finish a sentence, his eyes suddenly shrank, and the look of horror flashed away.

Su Mo's side was like a ghost, and a figure suddenly swept over, and after the figure stopped, the fat man appeared. His murderous eyes glanced at Kampal coldly, and then leaned over and whispered a few words in Su Mo's ear.

What a strange body, such a terrifying speed! Kampal was really shocked by this poor kung fu. In this era, the Western countries have just entered the embryonic era of hot weapons, and half of the factors in the war still rely on the duel of cold weapons to determine the outcome of the war. But where can their cold weapons be comparable to this kind of martial arts that are almost like Taoism in the Chinese tradition? Undoubtedly, the fat man's gorgeous appearance shocked him too much.

If the soldiers of the Orientals were all equipped with such strange skills...... When Kampal thought of this, his heart palpitated, and he couldn't help but suddenly regret this southern expedition.