"Are they moving?" asked Su Mo, glancing at a chubby soldier beside him. This fat man is not a fat man, the fat man is staring at this fat man.

It's just that this fat man obviously didn't buy the fat man's account too much, he squinted at him, and snorted in his nose, but after Su Mo looked over, he hurriedly made a respectful demeanor again.

"My great master, you are so wise. Yes, they were trying to do something stupid, as you predicted. The fat man said sycophantly.

Well, just from this tone and title, you can know who this so-called fat soldier is. That's right, it's Francisco, the most faithful apostle of the Demon God.

Olisses and others disguised themselves as Rakshasas to attack the Mongols, while Francisco also had a certain amount of combat effectiveness, but compared to Olisses and others, what he lacked was the kind of indomitable and brave fighting consciousness.

He's still a businessman at heart, and trying to get a businessman to have a warrior mentality is obviously harder than turning a hen into a rooster, especially for a guy like Francisco.

So he stayed, following Su Mo as a servant. A faithful apostle will never serve anyone but the Lord, and must always serve the Lord. Well, these are the words of the great Demon God Apostle Francisco.

When Su Mo made up his mind, in order to hide Francisco's unusual appearance, he asked him to put on the full set of armor of Su Mo's personal guard. In this way, without careful attention, it is difficult for ordinary people to notice that he is an anomaly.

It is precisely for this reason that when dealing with the young Mongol nobles of Alur, Francisco's hidden nail, because of his characteristic merchant cunning that far surpasses the other guards, plays its due role.

Sumer's attack on Alur was both a deterrent and an irritation. These lambs are the bait he lured into the Yan, how can they be fed for nothing?

"Well, tell me, what do they mean?" asked Sumer indifferently as he motioned to Francisco not to make trouble.

Francisco bowed humbly and said respectfully: "After they are ready to give the order to attack from the Lord, they will rush to the front first and play the banner of the Tatar monarch by virtue of their superior riding skills far superior to the Lord's command. In this way, they could not only proclaim the might of their Tatars, but also insult the face of the Lord. Oh, these damned infidels, they all deserve to be burned to death! It is unforgivable to have such disrespectful blasphemy thoughts! Lord, please allow your faithful apostles, I, Francisco, to serve you and hang these heretics. ”

This cunning businessman, as always, is invincible. The fat man took a sip and looked at him with disdain and sneered.

Su Mo looked at him with a smile, and said angrily: "Okay, Francisco, since you have asked so strongly, I must respect you." Go, I'll give you the right to take them all out, defeat them all, and then hang them or burn them to death, what's up? You're alone, go and single out them all. Hmm, do you understand?"

Francisco's mouth suddenly opened wide, and his face turned blue and white. This is not right, my lord, how can you change the script indiscriminately? Normally, shouldn't you scold me so that I don't disrupt your plan? Then, naturally, I sincerely admit my mistake and take the opportunity to slap your ass like this?

But why did you say yes......? Can this be fun? I'm going to take them all alone? Oh my God, these are the murderous Tatars, who almost conquered the Danube and conquered all of Europe. I'm going to pick them all up, Lord, are you sure you don't want me to die?

"Lord, I have figured it out, I can't disrupt your plans because of my willfulness, even if you love me so much. No, I can't be so selfish!Please go ahead with the plan, I'll restrain myself, I promise. Well, then, I'll keep an eye on them, lest they have any other tricks. Praise be to you, my lord. ”

Francisco preached with his head held high, then bowed gracefully and stroked his chest, then turned and strode away, and the one who walked was so neat that he disappeared in an instant as if he were fleeing.

Can it be like this?!

Su Mo and the fat man looked at each other, and they couldn't react in a daze. After half a sound, the fat man spat fiercely and scolded: "I made a fork! Young master, don't stop me, damn it, I'm going to kill him, this is completely unbearable. ”

The fat man jumped to his feet and scolded, but Su Mo let out a long breath and shook his head full of loneliness. This Nima has evolved, how can he be happy to fool people in the future? Even Francisco is so unlovable, let alone others? This makes him have a kind of melancholy.

"Alright, now that you're ready, it's time to get started. The melancholy was fleeting, and Su Mo quickly adjusted his little mood, looked ahead and muttered softly to himself.

"Did the fish bite the hook in the back, can you catch up with this wave?" After muttering to himself, he turned his head to look at the fat man and asked.

The fat man smiled gloomily and nodded, "Young master, rest assured, everything is going well." The scouts had already spotted them, and the Chinese army was less than a hundred miles away. If you rush with all your might, you should be able to catch up with half a day's work at most. ”

A flash of brightness flashed in Su Mo's eyes, and he happily bowed his head and said, "Great." So, send a signal. Big play, opening!"

The fat man also danced with his eyebrows, laughed, and turned around. A short time later, an arrow burst into the air, letting out a terrible scream........

With a snow-white napkin tied around his neck, Chekovsky sat down at the table, elegantly cut off a piece of roasted lamb with a silver knife, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. The lamb with onions and lemon is grilled just right, and the delicate and fragrant texture brings him a pleasant enjoyment.

This made him close his eyes slightly and sniff heavily. It's just that in addition to this satisfaction, he still has some small regrets. It's a pity it's just lamb and not the more tasty beef!

There is still too little beef, and most of the only inventory is supplied to higher-level nobles, as a newly promoted corps commander, no matter how favored by the Marquis of Eno is, he can only temporarily enjoy the treatment of mutton.

He actually prefers the taste of beef to the fishy smell of mutton. The chewy head full of tenacity is full of pure fragrance, and if you can pour delicious soup on it, oops, it is simply the best taste in the world.

It's been almost a year since he left Moscow, and he hasn't tasted beef for a full year, which makes him miss it a lot. I miss my hometown, the girl who always wears two long braids, and the delicious roast beef she cooks by herself......

Whew-

He exhaled regretfully, slowly swallowed the runny meat he had chewed in his mouth, and then stretched out his knife and fork to cut the next piece of meat again and put it into his mouth. Hold on, wait until you go back after the victory, you will always taste that taste, he comforted himself.

However, just as he was about to bite off the piece of meat, a voice rang out, and his hand shook in fright, almost hurting his tongue without a fork.

"Enemy attack! There is an enemy attack! Commander, the enemy has been found outside the camp!" A herald burst in, barely having time to catch his breath, and shouted loudly.

Chekovsky angrily put down his knife and fork, glared fiercely at this reckless guy, but couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This reckless herald was his squire and had been by his side since childhood. Unlike the regular heralds in the army, this squire belonged to his retainers, and it was only after his ascension that he was able to ascend to heaven and become an official herald.

There is really not enough assistant officers in the army, and even if there are, he will not be able to gain his trust, so he can only pull out the general and promote his own attendants to use.

Thanks to the greedy Oriental, the Earl of Kampal, who had been a very prestigious member of the Ross Legion, finally fell. Marquis Ino took full control of the legion, cleared a large number of supporters of the Count of Kampal, and vacated a lot of vacancies, which made a small person like Chekovsky, who had been difficult to be promoted before, finally usher in his own spring.

Of course, most importantly, he was a man of the pro-Marquis of Ino's faction. Standing in the camp of the Marquis of Eno early was the key to his appointment this time.

But it's a pity that a shallow foundation is a shallow foundation, which can be seen from the fact that there are almost no real people available in his hands. Just like this guy in front of him, his herald is actually his attendant, Kudryash.

Kudryash means curly-haired child in Russian. Yes, the child in front of him has cute curly hair, but for Chekovsky at the moment, he doesn't feel cute at all, only depressed.

"Oh Curry, Curry, how many more times do you want me to say it? You're a full-fledged herald now, composure and poise are the most basic qualities of a herald, did you eat all my words and turn them into poop? Damn!" He became angrier and angrier the more he spoke, and finally almost roared.

Kudryash was yelled at and craned his neck, looking down at his master's angry face. This cringe-like appearance made Chekovsky even more depressed, and he was angry again, but suddenly he felt bored, and sighed dejectedly: "Forget it, let's talk about it, what's going on? Where is the enemy attacking? How many enemies are there? How far are they from us?"

The series of questions of "uh......" made Curry obviously a little confused, showing a blank look.

Chekovsky wanted to get angry again, but finally sighed again, waved his hand weakly, stood up and walked around the table, and strode out. Rather than waiting here to find out from this stupid herald, it would be more reliable to go and see it yourself. He was very suspicious that if he continued, he was afraid that he might not be able to figure out the situation when the enemy hit him.

Curry quickly put on his coat for him, and I have to say that this curly-haired kid is still very competent as a squire. This made Chekovsky's depressed mood slightly better.

However, when he walked out of the camp and raised his eyes to see the scene outside, his mood that had just improved a little suddenly sank to the bottom again......