How black can a person's heart be?

How ruthless can a person's methods be?

When two ruthless guys bumped into each other and were ready to cooperate, they glanced at each other with a palpitating look: This person is so bad!

I have to cross the river tomorrow, and I am ready to cooperate today, and I am too late to do so?

No, opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared. Needless to say, Chu Hao didn't need to say that just Ruan Bai added small pockets to his backpack, which was already full, not to mention that there must be other "good materials".

What about Nguyen Bai? Even Chu Hao didn't see him get anything, but when Ruan Bai really said the plan, Chu Hao found that the work assigned to Ruan Bai didn't say that it couldn't be completed. Moreover, the things in his hands are called a variety of things, what needles, threads, ropes, and stones, and some poisonous herbs are also in his hands.

In fact, Chu Hao misunderstood Ruan Bai on this point. Ruan Bai was not familiar with the herbs in this place, but he still had some knowledge of survival in the wild, and he knew how to judge whether a plant could be practical and what might be poisonous. Compared to making a person eat well, making a person eat bad is simply a simple thing.

Ruan Bai secretly rolled his eyes. Nonsense, he originally planned to do it alone, dozens of Huns, under his deliberate planning, plus so many days of preparation, how difficult can it be?

Of course, although the Huns are relaxed now, they still retain a trace of defense. At the very least, even Ruan Bai, who was treated differently by them, couldn't get any closer while they were preparing food. Ruan Bai also said that he was very peaceful, and he didn't show any intention of non-division at all. In the eyes of the Huns, Ruan Bai knew the times, but he was too timid, and he still walked with his head bowed and still swaying on horseback; I'm still a bad person, I can't take care of myself if I haven't seen it, and I still want to take care of other people.

But that's good for their future plans, at least they don't have to worry about bringing these slaves back without anyone to discipline them. A cowardly and timid slave with a dedicated personality, such as Ruan Bai, is certainly a good candidate. Well, in fact, in their eyes, these Zhou people are almost the same as slaves. The ones with strong temperaments were killed by them when they tried to escape.

What if there is a little rebellion in the hearts of these people? They don't look at it at all. When it comes to the tribal assembly, no, just wait to gather with their own people, and when they see the slaves under the others, they will probably kneel and beg them to stay.

The proud Hun knights didn't expect to look away, and they were cowardly all the way to this place, where there were two bold guys hiding inside.

In the evening, Ruan Bai was sitting by the campfire to make a knitted skirt. He had made two hats out of crochet before, and now the skirt was a huge project, and the various knitting techniques dazzled the slave girls, not to mention the less ingenious Ati.

For this skirt, Ati obviously seemed a little happier, and it seemed that she no longer felt resentful about Ruan Bai's previous choice. It's just that who Ruan Bai is, how could he be deceived by a little girl?

He knitted his skirt with all his might, and had been sitting by the campfire for three nights in a row. The Huns on duty at night simply asked him to watch the fire, but in the second half of the night, he would still drive Ruan Bai to sleep, otherwise he would not be able to teach Ati to do it the next day.

There was still nothing unusual about the night. The next morning, everyone woke up and was fully prepared to cross the river.

The chief's son rode at the front, and the young man's face was flushed with excitement for the task, and his hand holding the whip was clenched tightly, and he was still trembling slightly with excitement. He stepped onto his horse with a shout, followed by the herd.

The cattle were visibly uneasy at the rushing river, and paced restlessly along the river, refusing to go down, but they were soon driven down the river by several Huns with whips. There were Huns blocking the left and right, and the cattle could only obediently cross the river in advance.

But animals are animals after all, and they cannot be expected to be as well-trained as people. Halfway through the procession, there was a sudden commotion in the flock, and several sheep jumped up and crashed directly into an ox cart.

On flat ground, such an impact would not be a big deal at all. But now in the river, the icy water makes the movements of the oxen somewhat less flexible, and they have to tow a cart, walking on the bottom of the river full of mud and stones, which is already not easy, and if they are attacked like this, the ox cart will directly overturn in the river.

The cow let out a terrible scream. Ah Qi was already about to go ashore, but when he heard this, he subconsciously stopped, ready to go back to see what had happened. But he forgot that he was now followed by an unorganized and undisciplined herd of cattle, not the tribal warriors who had followed his father in the past. As soon as he stopped, the flock of sheep behind him, who were lightly armed and fast, collided directly.

It is also Ah Qi's riding skills, otherwise he would have fallen off the horse directly this time. But he was no better now, and the whip was no longer a deterrent to the panicked flock, who now only wanted to rush to the other side! Originally, there were people on both sides to protect it, but just now the ox cart fell, and several Huns dismounted on the spot to help--the ox cart was loaded with the goods they had desperately snatched from Da Zhou! So, now there is another opening in the middle of the team.

There was already a mess here, and two more oxen didn't know how to get it, so they overturned the ox cart and went to freedom.

The river was wide, and it was the chiefs and slaves who fell on the tail part. They obviously didn't know what was going on, and all of them had a blank look on their faces.

The leader's face was ugly, and he shouted a few times, and someone on the other side replied in a loud voice. He could only tell a few men to keep an eye on the slaves, and take the rest of the men to pick up the goods that had fallen into the river. Grain and silk soaked in water cannot be sold at a good price.

As soon as he reached the river, the leader suddenly turned around and beckoned to a warrior: "Tie them up!" You're here to help, too! ”

Soon all twenty slaves were tied up into rice dumplings, and only Ati's mother and daughter were left by the river. No one untied them.

The Huns were busy in the river, but they still watched the slaves by the river from time to time. But the slaves were all as if numb, and sat tied to the ground, unable to move.

The river was so wide that even the most eyesighted shooter could not see the faces of the people on the shore.

By the time they realized that they hadn't seen the Chief's Lady and Ati for a long time, blood was floating in the river. It was a sudden killing, but the Hun warriors were undaunted, even if they didn't even notice where the enemy was.

However, they soon found that some of them were weak and some of their vision was blurred, and it was not easy to fight, even to sit firmly on horseback.

Chu Hao, who was latent at the bottom of the river, was pulled by Ruan Bai suddenly, dodging a corbel, and then before Chu Hao could react, Ruan Bai was like a real fish, jumping out quickly, and the bottom of the river, which was turbid by the cattle, soon lost Ruan Bai's trace.

The icy river water brought with it rapid hypothermia. Even if Ruan Bai can be regarded as experienced in a hundred battles, he can't stand this body that is not original and has not undergone any training at all.

Fortunately, the poisonous weeds he had prepared for a night finally worked, and it took him a lot of effort to "make" those poisonous weeds into broken tea leaves. It is also thanks to the heavy mouths of the Hungarians that they did not notice the special taste of this morning's milk soup.

When the Huns were poisoned, the battle was doomed.

After the battle ended, the scattered sheep slowly returned to the shore, and the domesticated cattle looked like this. However, a lot of goods scattered in the river could not be saved.

Standing up from the river, Chu Hao watched Ruan Bai carry a knife and stab the dead Hun one by one. He didn't think there was anything wrong with that, it was something that had to be done to prevent the enemy from playing dead. He just wondered how an ordinary person could kill people so neatly, and he was obviously used to such things. Dozens of lives seemed nothing to him.

No, he forgot that the male ghost in front of him was not a human at all, but just a human skin, looking at the murderous appearance now, it must be a terrible ghost!

What should I do if my heart is beating faster and faster? Will the ghost be murderous and chop him up with a knife? Look at the blood-stained little face, the little eyes with evil spirits, how soul-stirring!

Ruan Bai ignored Chu Hao's nerves, and after he finished cleaning up, he climbed ashore. The river was cold and dead, so I hurriedly lit a fire and got dressed.

Taking advantage of Ruan Bai's fire, Chu Hao quickly jumped ashore, he untied the ropes of the slaves, and several slaves knelt down and kowtowed, making a suppressed cry.

"Cook!" Ruan Bai lay flat beside the fire, feeling the muscles all over his body tremble, and he couldn't squeeze any more strength.

Hearing that Ruan Bai's voice was wrong, Chu Hao jumped over in two or three steps, and quickly picked up the wet pants that the person was still wearing, and a colored slave handed over a dry cloth and a set of clothes, and wanted to dry and change Ruan Bai, but Chu Hao waved his hand and drove away. Then he had something to say while wiping it back, and there were many thieves.

"Ergou, you eat more than anyone else, why don't you grow meat?"

He just eats a lot among the slaves, has anyone seen the slaves eat enough?

"Ergou, look at your ribs, you can touch your hands."

Did he ask him to touch his ribs? Don't touch your hands if you like it!

"Ergou, you're pretty good."

it! "Let it go!"

"Everyone is a man, what's wrong with touching it? Shy? It's a big deal for you to touch it back. ”

"Why don't you speak? Hey, I wanted to say it last time, your ass is quite white. The rough big hand touched and touched and pinched two handfuls on the white and tender buttocks, and then realized what he was doing, quickly withdrew his hand, and pretended to be serious to change Ruan Bai's clothes.

The slave took the leather robe worn by the Huns, and wrapped it around Ruan Bai's body, which was as ridiculous as a child stealing adult clothes.

On the other hand, Chu Hao put it on, it fits everywhere, and if he doesn't pay attention, it looks like a Hun.

After drinking a bowl of hot porridge, Ruan Bai finally regained a little strength, even if the muscles in his body were still shouting, he had to get up and staggered to direct the others to do something.

To say that those Zhou people were obedient because they were taken care of by Ruan Bai before, but now they are frightened by the appearance of killing gods. When Ruan Bai and Chu Hao killed people, they all saw it really.

I had some goods in my stomach, and I changed into warmer fur boots. Ruan Bai commanded the woman to make the cakes, and the man sorted out the luggage, picked out the three best horses for Chu Hao, and then wrapped the stack of freshly baked flatbread and stuffed it into his backpack.

As soon as Chu Hao felt a little moved, he saw Ruan Baiban coming over with a creditor's face, and his fingers were separated and pulled: "Road." "Send death to death, Ruth to go back to him.

Chu Hao: Bai was moved!