Facing the rushing river, Brad finished smoking a pot of cigarettes, turned over his hand and poured the ashes into the river, opened his leather coat, pulled out his musket and raised his arm, aimed at the bird on the branch, banged in his mouth, then smiled and put away the gun.

At this time, the sun is obscured by thin clouds, and the light is dimmer, as if it is going to rain.

"Hell weather!" he cursed, quickly climbed onto the roof, stood on a high place and looked at the hazy field in the distance, soothed his thoughts, and then went back to the house to continue conceiving the assassination plan.

Zheng Fei noticed that there was a small dilapidated fishing boat tethered to the wooden house, similar to the one he had bought from Uncle Pete a few months earlier.

The big river, about twenty meters wide, was constantly crossed by boats, some fishermen, some merchants who delivered goods from the docks to the city, doing small businesses such as curing fish and meat.

Occasionally, there were also Venetian patrol boats, which ran around Venice in circles to prevent Brad from slipping away from the waterways.

Through the binoculars, Zheng Fei quietly looked at the passing boat, on which a few hawkers-like people were gambling, and the winner laughed and took a large handful of copper, and threw one into the river in order to thank the god of luck.

During this time, a man swore and went into the cabin and did not come out again.

Although this phenomenon has nothing to do with the arrest of Brad, Zheng Fei always faintly feels that there is a situation, and his sixth sense has always been keen.

Time passed little by little, and finally, the primitive man came, followed by helpers such as Hans and Santiago, but they were thrown far away, and they could not catch up with him at all.

It would be nice if there was a door cannon, and it would be easier to blow up the wooden house with one shot.

But now not to mention the cannons, not even muskets, soldiers guarded every street corner in Venice, and searched passers-by in the name of protecting the Romanian prince.

Except for some noble ladies with prominent families, none of them were spared.

It should have been the happiest day for the soldiers, who were finally able to rub oil from the girls with impunity.

Beside Zheng Fei, the primitive man crouched down, his breath was not short, and he looked at the dilapidated buildings around him, his eyes fixed on a small ham, which the residents hung on a rope to enjoy for Christmas.

He smacked his lips and swallowed his saliva, quietly waiting for the order, he had promised before, he would help Zheng Fei do things after eating bacon, and he would never be a scoundrel.

Zheng Fei took out a dagger from his waist, handed it to him, and pointed to the cabin.

He pursed his lips and made a gesture of wiping his neck in confirmation, intending to ask if he wanted to kill him.

Zheng Fei nodded, patted him on the shoulder, looked at him with a solemn face, and then tried his best to describe the opponent as terrifying as possible through his body movements.

However, no matter how he described it, the primitive man was at a loss and did not understand what he wanted to express.

"Is he playing a bear?" thought the primitive man and couldn't help laughing.

Seeing that this guy actually smiled, Zheng Fei exhaled and frowned, and at this time, it happened that Santiago also ran away, he glanced at the strong man who was panting, rolled his eyes, and suddenly had an idea.

He motioned to the primitive man to take a good look, then pointed to the cabin, and then pointed to Santiago, who was as strong as an ox, and made a dead motion with his neck crooked, meaning that Santiago's past was to send him to death.

Santiago was stunned, secretly **** a sentence, raised his arm to show off his biceps provocatively, put on a mocking face, and said, "Man, dare to come and fight?"

Zheng Fei looked at him and said with a smile: "Yo, you seem to be very unconvinced, why don't you go?"

Hang your head, bow, and say I was wrong, and Santiago did it in one go.

This little episode eased the atmosphere of the serious battlefield a lot, and people's nerves were not so nervous, and they laughed.

Even the primitive man curled the corners of his mouth stupidly, but he didn't understand, but understood Zheng Fei's analogy before, and he felt that everyone was laughing because of this.

So, like a fool, he laughed louder and louder, until he saw everyone glaring at him, and then he suddenly stopped laughing and bowed his head silently.

If someone else were like this, Zheng Fei would slap him on the back of the head, but he didn't dare to treat primitive people, but,

It's just a little scared

Zheng Fei raised his hand and motioned for everyone to stop laughing, creating a serious atmosphere for the primitives, so that he could feel that his opponent was a powerful guy.

He then handed the dagger into the hands of the primitives.

The primitive man took the dagger, drew it and played with it, and then suddenly plunged it into the wall, and the blade was deeply embedded in the stone crack.

He exclaimed, smiled childishly, paused for a moment, and made a gesture that made everyone laugh bitterly—he pulled out his dagger and cut his messy hair.

Zheng Fei slapped his forehead, so helpless, this product is too difficult to domesticate.

"Hey. He called, pointing to the wooden hut to the primitive man, his face solemn.

The primitive man snorted, with a look of "okay, okay".

Then, instead of standing up, he crawled forward on the ground, which surprised everyone and changed their opinion of him.

It turns out that he is still quite smart at times.

His prostrate movements were quite sophisticated, making Zheng Fei feel much more skilled than those in the Foreign Legion.

After all, for a long time, primitive man has been close to his prey like this, and after living alone in the Americas for so many years, he knows that the meat of the deer is the fattest and delicious, but the problem is that the deer is very alert, and he does not have medium and long-range weapons such as blow arrows used by the Indian tribes, so he can only crawl close to the grass a few meters away from the deer, jump out and pounce on it.

As a result, he also learned to hold his breath for a long time, in case his breathing alarmed his prey, which created his lung capacity, which was terrifyingly strong, and even Zheng Fei couldn't match it.

In this way, under the cover of the dead grass, he approached the cabin unhurriedly, like a crocodile in the shadows.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and from time to time they looked at the cabin to see if there was any movement, and unconsciously, they were so nervous that they became short of breath.

"Actually, I can. "The brown bear hunter came out and said the truth, because he didn't know how terrible Brad was.

"Oh. People replied without pain, which made him very disappointed.

At this moment, a roar suddenly sounded from behind.

"What are you doing?!"

This sound made everyone who was engrossed in it stunned almost at the same time, and then the anger in their eyes was revealed.

Such a loud voice will definitely alarm Brad.

Zheng Fei scolded secretly, and immediately turned his head to look to see which one owed the beating.

Unexpectedly, not the mayor.

[Still, at least two shifts at night~ Ladies and gentlemen, have a happy weekend~] (To be continued.) )