Ringleader?

Not only Zheng Fei, but almost everyone is despising this so-called bandit leader. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He was scruffy and drunk, with an empty bottle of sherry in his hand, his hair and clothes stained with wine, his fur coat draped over his shoulders slipping off and being trampled underfoot, and there was a pitiful smile in his misty eyes.

This is, bandit leader?

Zheng Fei himself has an indescribable preference for fine wine, but he will never get drunk, let alone get drunk, and he has the impression that drunkards are particularly disgusting.

He tilted his head, avoiding the smell of alcohol in his face, and beckoned to Santiago.

"Wake him up?"

"Hmm, how?"

"How to be rude, I don't need to teach this, right?"

Santiago pouted as if aggrieved, slowly moving over to Jacob, staring at the erratic eyes.

"Sorry man. ”

When Jacob heard this, he felt that the other party was going to endanger him, and he smiled and wanted to react, such as pulling out the dagger at his waist, but his body was too heavy to lie on the table and he couldn't lift his hand.

As hard as he could move, Santiago grabbed the table and jerked him, pulling his collar with one hand and holding his abdomen with the other hand, before he could lose his center of gravity, and lifted him above his head with a roar of rage as everyone behind him looked at him in amazement.

Fall, fall, fall!

However, the crowd did not see the expected scene.

Zheng Fei is talking about waking up the bandit leader, not killing him.

Even though he was lifted into the air, Jacob still had no intention of struggling, and the bottle in his hand fell to the ground with a snap, and his limbs hung limply.

Santiago held him up and went out to the well in the courtyard, where the crickets in the grass had stopped chirping because someone had arrived.

This is not a well in the real sense, just a container for storing water with a round mouth, this mountain due to the topography, when the original camp was set up in a dozen wells dug in a row without water, in a fit of anger Jacob let people dig a pit casually, every morning send people down the mountain to carry spring water.

So, the well is a genuine mountain spring, which is a little sweet.

Seeing the well, Jacob guessed that he was going to be thrown in, and wanted to resist from the bottom of his heart, but his limbs were limp, and it took a lot of effort to lift his arms, and he was dizzy.

The fire was still burning, most of the houses had collapsed, and the camp was silent, with the occasional night breeze blowing through it, bringing with it the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood.

Santiago laid him down by the well, kicked him, went to the side and brought a large bucket, rolled up his sleeves and scooped up the water from the well.

Putting down the bucket, he slapped Jacob hard.

"Are you sober?"

Jacob scoffed and remained silent.

It's not that he's arrogant, it's that he doesn't understand Latin.

"I'll wake you up. Santiago said coldly.

Everyone watched in a daze, but when Zheng Fei saw the bucket of water, he understood what Santiago wanted to do, and he had told Santiago a little story.

Santiago stood up, looked at his companions, and shrugged.

"Hans, can you do me a favor?"

Hearing this, Hans took two steps forward solemnly, coldly.

"No, you can't. ”

"You...... No kidding, I know you have a copper funnel to borrow from me. ”

Hans grinned, took the funnel off his belt and threw it to him.

After getting the funnel, Santiago scratched his head and looked at Jacob with a little sympathy.

"Again, are you sober?"

He was still silent in response.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Jacob was impatient, thinking to himself, if you want to kill Lao Tzu, you should hurry, don't waste time!

Santiago took a deep breath, exhaled helplessly, and raised his head in a gesture of hugging the sky.

Zheng Feiyuan was more than ten meters away, whistled slightly, lowered his voice and smiled and said to the sailors: "Look, the big guy is about to say a very philosophical word." ”

The sailors were drawn back with interest, waiting to see how this man, who was usually naïve and rugged, showed his Aristotelian side.

Santiago didn't hear their whispers, remembering the story Zheng Fei had told at the beginning, staring at Jacob's impatient eyes, and silently raised the corners of his mouth.

"When you come into this world, you are given many kinds of rights, eating, drinking, sleeping, pickling...... But when you fell into my hands, you were stripped of all your rights, except to breathe, and now, you have lost even the right to breathe. ”

Seeing the man muttering an incomprehensible incantation, Jacob was so impatient that he wanted to spit in his face.

Just then, the funnel was shoved into Jacob's mouth, catching him off guard.

What's the situation...... Jacob panicked, with a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

Sure enough, Santiago pressed his knee against his chest to prevent him from moving, pinching the funnel in one hand and poking it in his mouth, and with the other hand he picked up the huge bucket and poured the water out of it at an even rate along the large head of the funnel.

No one can breathe while drinking water, don't you believe it?

Half a minute of gushing water, Jacob was tossed and dying, and his body shook from time to time, it was hiccups.

When faced with a desperate situation, people's subconscious will always burst out of great potential, and Jacob is the same, when he suffers the pain of being irrigated and unable to breathe, his limbs instantly regain their skills, struggling to get rid of Santiago's control, but this big man is too powerful, and he will be poked through the throat if he doesn't get a copper funnel in his mouth, so he can only obediently submit.

After lying on the ground for a few minutes, he was able to stand up.

Santiago's mission was over, and he returned to the team, squeezing his eyes at Zheng Fei.

"The way you wrote in your story works so well. ”

As he said this, he didn't notice that many people were snickering at the words he had said that shouldn't have come out of his mouth.

Zheng Fei patted him on the shoulder and motioned for the two sailors to hold Jacob.

"What's your name?" he asked.

Silence for a few seconds.

Jacob's confused eyes reminded him of the first time he met the natives of the American continent.

Is there a language barrier?

On the territory of Romania, it should be Romanian, he doesn't.

"Klin, translate for me. ”

Guides are finally useful.

Kling emerged from the crowd and stood in front of Jacob, glaring angrily.

"What's your name?" in the standard Romanian country dialect.

"Jacob. ”

Jacob's eyelids drooped, he didn't intend to resist at all, he didn't have much backbone, and he was even more wiped out by being like this.

Otherwise, how could he be king in the face of national calamity, instead of joining the army to defend against the Ottoman invasion?

[Three more offerings, a little sleepy, and continue to explode tomorrow (*^__^*) Anyway, this is the third hundredth chapter, which is worth commemorating] (to be continued.) )