"Tax card?"

Zhao Hu heard Mengda's words, his face was strange for a moment, thinking that he had come all the way to this place to fight the Kazakhs and was still charged money, the fat man who had never done loss-making business was angry, and the anger that he had just held in his heart through the yellow sand area suddenly exploded, and he said sharply to Meng Da next to him: "Lao Tzu is going to help them fight the Kazakhs, and he dares to ask Lao Tzu for money!" Come with me and see which idiot ate the bear's heart and leopard gall,"

The fat man rode from the back of the team to the front fence with a cold face, and saw a middle-aged nobleman wearing white trim ornaments, with an arrogant face leading a dozen peasant soldiers in torn leather armor, standing in front of the wooden barricade, counting the number of horses behind him, and muttering in a low voice. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The sandstorm in front of them scraped the fat man's cavalry one by one, and the sand on his body was thick and sticky, how miserable the image was, and he couldn't see that it was the army, and he was directly regarded by the middle-aged nobles as those nobles who fled from the south.

Looking at the appearance of these northern nobles who were high in the past in front of them, the middle-aged nobles felt very happy: "You, it's you, that dead fat man!" ”

Seeing the fat man's unique figure coming forward from behind the horse team, the middle-aged nobleman saw that this fat man should be the leader of the horse team, and his muttering stopped, and he pointed at the fat man with a male duck-like voice and shouted arrogantly: "You are passing through the territory of the Marquis of Loka, and according to the Imperial Lordship Act, each of you needs to pay a small silver Luke's protection fee." ”

The middle-aged nobleman paused in his words, and continued to the fat man with a sly face: "Each of your horses needs to pay a large silver Luke, and we will guarantee your safety in the Marquis of Loka in accordance with the law. ”

"As long as I give you money, can you really keep us safe?"

The fat man looked at the middle-aged nobleman pointing fingers below, suppressing the anger in his heart, and the red fat face became more and more cute, and this simple demeanor looked cold in the heart of Munda next to him.

"The cuter this dead fat man laughs, the harder he starts, this guy is going to be unlucky! ~”

"Yes, yes, as long as you give money, everything else is not a problem, you have to believe in the strength of our Loka family, we are a big family with a five-hundred-man legion, even the Kazakhs who are rampant in the north dare not provoke us, without the protection of our Loka family, the Kazakhs will definitely cut off your heads, spend money to eliminate disasters, and you will make a lot of money."

The middle-aged aristocrat, who had not yet felt that he was about to be in trouble, responded with a sneer, and his right hand was very skillful in gesturing the Kazakhs to cut people, and he was secretly happy that he was about to have a large sum of money in his account.

"These aristocrats are like that, as long as you mention the fierce Kazakhs, everything is easy to say."

In fact, this is not the territory of the Marquis of Loka at all, but the nobles of Satydo are killing and running under the blows of the Kazakhs, and the southern Loka family dares to stay here with some troops under their own command, and seeing a large number of northern refugees fleeing from here to the south some time ago, they set up checkpoints on these borderlands with a whim, and they made a fortune.

"I'm a traveling knight, and you see how much it costs for so many of us! Can you be less, you also know that this year's New Year is not good! ”

The fat man turned his head with an embarrassed face, looked at the cavalry behind him, and gestured with his hands with an embarrassed face, like a northern nobleman who was embarrassed and fled but wanted to maintain dignity.

"Alright, just give four hundred silver Lukes"

The middle-aged nobleman smiled knowingly on his face, stretched out his four fingers and shook it in front of the fat horse, such a face-saving nobleman has seen too much, obviously going to the south to flee and saying that he is going to travel to the knight, as long as you are willing to give money, you just go to the Kazakhs to cut me and don't stop you.

"Only four hundred silver Lukes! I'm worried. ”

The middle-aged nobleman sighed with a relaxed face when he saw the fat man on the horse, patted his chest with his right hand, and then took out a spotted leopard skin money bag with dozens of small gems on the surface of his bucket-like waist, and there was a crisp sound of metal "whoosh" collision inside.

The money bag inlaid with precious stones, the middle-aged nobleman who was dangling in the bright sun was dazzled, looking at the precious stones on the surface of the money bag, and listening to the heavy and wonderful business inside, the middle-aged nobleman couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

"This is a big fish that can't be fat!"

This extravagant money bag is the most eye-catching thing that the fat man saw in the belongings that the fat man brought back from Munda yesterday, according to the fat man's words: a man's courage is his money bag, and a man must have a money bag that is enough to pull the wind.

"Come on, it's all yours!"

Seeing the middle-aged nobleman with a remorseful face below, the fat man knew that the prey had taken the bait, so he shook the money bag in his hand at the middle-aged nobleman below, which made the eyes of the middle-aged nobleman below greedy.

"It's all mine!"

Hearing the words of the fat man immediately, the middle-aged nobleman below could no longer hold back his greedy desires, and his eyes were crazy and stretched out his hand to the money bag in the fat man's hand like a demon, eager to hold the money bag in his hand.

The middle-aged nobleman who pounced on the money bag suddenly let out a terrible scream, his whole body was kicked out by the violent force, his body rolled to the ground, the hand stretched out to the fat man's money bag twisted strangely, and the hand bones were kicked and broken by the fat man riding on the horse.

"Fuck* your grandma, dare to ask me for money, I'm a car bandit road rage his ancestor!"

The fat man jumped off the horse's back like an enraged fat bear in hibernation, kicked after kick, and stomped on the deformed palm of the middle-aged nobleman, and the middle-aged nobleman's painful screams were like a high-spirited and low-pitched tenor song, which was several heights higher than the duck-like voice just now, almost tearing everyone's ears, and even the most famous tenors of the empire were embarrassed to hear it.

The surrounding peasants and soldiers could clearly hear the crisp cracking sound of the bones under the fat man's feet, but looking at the cold and shining blades in the hands of the nearby cavalry, no one dared to step forward to rescue the middle-aged nobleman, allowing the middle-aged nobleman to scream like a mouse nailed to the ground, trampled by a humanoid violent bear.

"It's a shame to be a road rage to be a car bandit and a road rage like this! If it weren't for the fact that you didn't have time today, you would have to waste both of your hands! ”

The fat man saw the middle-aged nobleman who had passed out, and kicked the middle-aged nobleman's completely shattered palm with his foot, and found that the middle-aged nobleman had really fainted to death, so he spat on the middle-aged nobleman covered in dirt with an unwilling face.

Looking at the nameless cavalry team rolling away, the peasant soldiers at the checkpoint carefully dragged the middle-aged nobleman who had passed out to the shade on the side of the road.

The fat man rode on the horse, his fat body bumping up and down with the high-speed running of the war horse, his face was pitifully green, and his head was listlessly drooping on the horse's back, like a little girl who had just been rubbed and abused by a dozen strong men.

He had been running with the horse team in front of him for a morning, and the fat man, who had never ridden a horse for a long time, had already broken out in a cold sweat on his face, feeling that the organs in his fat belly were like being squeezed hard by a pair of invisible big hands, and his stomach was churning and disgusting, and he just wanted to vomit everything, and his fat eyes were full of pitiful whites, and his originally ruddy face was a little blue.

Seeing the fat man who had been dragged away by the horse team in front of him for a distance of more than ten meters, the leading knight who ran at the front of the horse team gradually slowed down the galloping speed of his war horse, and let the people behind lead the horse team to pass in front of him, and finally controlled the war horse parallel to the fat man hanging at the back of the team, it was the spearman Iron Dragon who claimed to have picked up the Silver Knight badge.

"My lord, you can't do this, your stiff body will make you even more uncomfortable, and even if you reach your destination, you won't be able to fight the enemy."

Tie Long's magnetic low voice made the fat man's spirit slightly lifted, his face was pale and nodded slightly at Tie Long, the sound of his mouth slightly open was almost like a moan, and he vomited again as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, and the violent vomiting all the way made the fat man almost vomit out all the bitter bile, and his face turned pale and green.

"My lord, you should relax your body, so that you can adjust your breathing rhythm with the speed of the war horse, otherwise even the iron man will be dragged down."

Seeing the pitiful little appearance of the fat man, the spearman Tielong showed a smile on his face disapprovingly, and suddenly stretched out his rough right palm, and patted the head of the war horse ridden by the fat man like lightning.

"Feel it with your heart and you'll realize that you're not riding a horse, you're flying in the wind! Hold the reins, relax, relax, and let the horse be a part of your body,"

The iron dragon rode a war horse to guard Zhao Hu's side, like a mentor who followed the path of persuasion, and the low but penetrating voice in his mouth was like hypnosis, constantly correcting the fat man's mistakes, and whenever the war horse jumped and showed signs of chaos, he stretched out his right hand and slapped it on the horse's head quickly.

The fat man followed the guidance of the iron dragon, and gradually felt that the war horse under his crotch was really like turning into his own feet, and was jumping at high speed with his thoughts, and the nausea of squeezing and vomiting just now had been thrown out of the clouds.