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In just a moment, the excitement of the sailors froze, and the blow caught them off guard.

Dwayne Johnson, a man of strength comparable to Santiago, grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, inhaled in pain, his face was pale, and his eyes were dodgy, not daring to look at the Spartan warrior again.

Just now, Johnson threw a heavy punch to the opponent's head, who would have thought that the opponent would actually return a straight punch to his fist, and the two fists touched, Johnson's indisputable bones seemed to be hit by a hammer, and they shattered instantly.

The sudden severe pain caused the nervous Johnson to collapse his willpower, and he completely lost the courage to fight in the face of the violent fighting style of the Spartan warriors.

"Are you still fighting?" Zheng Fei glanced at Johnson.

"Don't fight......" This time Johnson obediently shrank his head and slipped back into the group of sailors.

In fact, even if he still wants to fight, Zheng Fei will not allow it, according to this situation, if he continues to fight, he will die.

"Boss Johnson, why did you throw in the towel?" asked the sailor, puzzled and disdainful.

"I'm afraid my bones are broken. Johnson bit his pale lip and looked panicked: "Give me a drink." ”

From this moment on, no sailor would dare to challenge Sparta again.

The blow just now could not be called domineering and ferocious, and it was not visually stunning, but it happened that the primitive people also used this trick when they were dueling at the beginning, and in the eyes of the sailors, only those with strong combat power had the courage to do so.

In a mountain stream.

The scenery is far worse than the Spartan habitat, but fortunately, there are sweet streams and fresh fish and shrimp, squat down to wash your face, cook some fish soup to cushion your stomach, and you can leave this wonderful mountain.

Four thousand Spartan warriors, sitting on the ground in an orderly manner, looking sideways.

They were looking at the pots and fish soup, and they couldn't figure out what these people had put in the pots, why was it so fragrant?

Knowing that they coveted the fish soup, Zheng Fei couldn't do anything, there were 4,000 people, where could there be so many pots and fish?

Zheng Fei sat on a high rock, lay down and crossed Erlang's legs, and his mind was replaying the scene of the Spartans cheering feverishly in the heavy rain.

At this time, Hans climbed up the rock and sat down beside him.

"Hello man. Zheng Fei greeted with a smile.

"Captain, in a good mood?" said Hans, slightly surprised, and lay down.

"I'm finally getting out of this damn place, and I can't wait to go back to America. ”

"Hmm, can I ask a question? Okay, then I asked...... I remember that the prince used to say that there were 20,000 Spartans in the mountains, but now there are only a few thousand?"

"Most of them are women, the elderly, and children, and there are only 8,000 young and middle-aged people, half of whom I have brought. ”

Zheng Fei habitually picked up the wine jug, shook it and found it empty, and put it down.

"Then why don't you bring them all?"

"Because I'm a good person. ”

Zheng Fei dropped such a sentence, turned over and jumped off the rock, walked to the upper reaches of the creek and poured a pot of mountain spring water, and then walked along the creek.

In fact, the real reason is that if all the young adults are taken away, the tribe will lose its labor defense and will soon die.

Despite the bondage of faith, the Spartans were bent on reviving their power, and no one could guarantee what would happen if they were pushed to a dead end.

For the sake of safety, and in order to leave Sparta with the ability to regenerate, Zheng Fei chose to take only half of it.

Another point is that in a few years, there will be a new batch of Spartan children who will grow into young adults, and then they will be able to requisition half of them, and they will be inexhaustible.

"Are you using them as slaves?" Zheng Fei said in his heart.

"They were slaves, but the master was not me. ”

The Spartans, who had been exposed to war from the moment they were born, had long since lost their minds and became slaves of militarism.

They are not so much people as war machines with faith.

......

The sky is getting dark, and before you know it, the sunset is back on the western horizon, casting its afterglow onto the earth.

The sunset, as beautiful as ever.

Guided by the Spartans, a huge group of several thousand people took a shortcut and finally left the mountain after four hours to join the sailors guarding the horses outside the mountain.

The work of Bimawen was too boring, and the sailors lay on the grass, with the newly grown buds in their mouths, chatting in the sun, and enjoying the sunset over the grassland.

Well, it's worth mentioning that a couple of sailors were tied to trees, and for some reason, they broke up?

"Look, the captain is back!" the sailors lying on the ground got up in unison, and those tied to the trees hung their heads timidly.

"What's the matter, there was a fight?" Zheng Fei asked.

"No, those guys discussed with us, saying that they wanted to take advantage of your absence to send these five hundred horses to Constanta and sell them, and go home for a large sum of money. ”

Human.

Zheng Fei Nunu pouted and asked with a smile: "Then why don't you agree?"

"Because you are good to us, we can make a fortune with you, and there is no need to make stolen money. ”

"I've written you down, and when I go back, I'll give you a hundred pieces of silver. Zheng Fei patted him on the shoulder, then turned his gaze to the few people tied to the tree, and strode over.

"Want to get some money back home?"

The sailors hung their heads and were silent, ashamed, more panicked.

Zheng Fei shrugged indifferently, took out a bag of gold coins from Santiago's backpack, and threw it at their feet.

"I won't hurt you, just share the money and go home, you deserve it for so long with me. ”

With that, he turned to leave, but was hastily called by a sailor, who blushed and was speechless.

"What, regret it?" Zheng Fei smiled.

Several sailors nodded in unison, annoyed that they had lost a golden job because they had lost their money.

"But I never regret it. Zheng Fei shook his head and left resolutely.

"Untie them! Let's go now, go fast and get to Constanta in two days!"

In other words, it's a bit unaccustomed to walking a long way away from the ship.

Under the sunset, the sunset shines, and more than 4,000 people line up in a long line, walking on the emerald green prairie, forming a beautiful landscape.

As they passed through the town of Kaia in the evening, they trimmed it up and added some lamb and wine by the way, after all, there were still two days to go.

The guide of Kaiya Town who took Zheng Fei into the mountain was the young man named Klin, who had to show Zheng Fei his gadgets, and it happened that Zheng Fei could only count the stars when he was idle, so he agreed to him.

Unexpectedly, I got an unexpected gain.

At night, the town is very lively, people don't want to go to bed early, gather in groups in front of their homes or under big trees, and chat casually about the trivial matters of the neighborhood.

Walking across the street, Kling was in high spirits and took Zheng Fei to his small studio. (To be continued.) )