As the room full of sergeants pinched their noses and ran out, I, the unresponsive fellow, reacted, smelled the stench, and heard the rumbling thunder. But it was sunny outside, and there was not a hint of rain. My legs were about to run away, but I was too timid to move, afraid that these warriors with knives would be angry and slash me.

Just when I couldn't bear it anymore, the man at the top who was called the general sat at the top. With a relaxed expression and a reluctant smile on his face, he covered his nose and waved at me, "I'm going out, I'll call you later." I was ordered to run away like a wild dog on the looses of a prisoner who had just stepped off the guillotine. When I ran outside, I saw that two of these majestic men with swords at their waists were spitting against the wall. It's okay not to look at it, but I can't help but vomit when I see it, I'm afraid that the exhaust gas in the general's stomach will stay for too long, so it stinks.

There was a lot of vomiting here, and the general walked out refreshed, shouting "It's so cool" We turned our heads again and again to take a look, "Yo, the child in the belly has been born, and it's a big circle"

The general walked straight up to me, praising the miracle doctor again and again, and slapped my big fan-like hands on my shoulders, and slapped my legs into the dirt. I thought to myself, it's good that you haven't eaten for a few days, otherwise you will definitely shoot me with only my head outside.

After a few slaps, the general saw that I couldn't bear it, so he quickly looked at me embarrassedly and asked, "Young man, what's your name." I peeked around, and then whispered: The little one's name is Zhou Paomao. As soon as my voice fell, I laughed over there. A sergeant said, "Tell me, why don't you have a beard, it turns out that you have been stripped of your hair." I glared at him viciously, I was shaved by high technology, okay?

Just when we were talking and laughing and having fun at the same time. "Report, the enemy is coming" The general heard the right color: the generals listened to the order, Niu Erdan led 500 elite soldiers to the dog egg granary to ensure food security and retreated, and Zhu Sanjiao took 3000 elite soldiers to feint in case the army had enough time to retreat.

When I heard this, I thought, "Isn't there a hundred thousand troops?" This is not done yet, Hula is all gone. I looked at the lonely donkey sneezing on the side, and smiled bitterly in my heart. So I pulled my mount, the donkey, and walked awkwardly. I just took two steps and thought, this is not right, I need to find a weapon to defend myself.

I sang "Rooster crooks, ducks crook, which one finds and which one wants" while looking left and right. But in the end, I only found a knife covered in rust and many chips in a pile of firewood and straw, which looked quite large. Yes, it's him, I can't cut people anyway, so I'll just give myself courage if I take it.

I rode the donkey, put the big missing knife across the donkey's head, and walked slowly. What, the enemy is coming, don't run quickly. I wanted to too, but my donkey was like an 80-year-old woman with small feet, walking in small steps. I couldn't pull it, I couldn't ride it fast, so I walked so lifelessly.

After walking for about half an hour, I walked alone on the whole road, and the back snapped, kicking up the dust to the sky, and a team of men and horses ran over majestically. One of the leading sergeants drove over and asked, "Yours, what are you doing?"

I subconsciously blurted out: You, you Japanese? The sergeant's face was horizontal, and the blue wolf drew his sword and roared angrily: What bullshit Japanese, I ask who you are and what are you doing?

"Oh, I'm passing by, I'm feeding the donkey," he said, showing the sergeant the rusty missing knife, and you see: they have gnawed several missing.

The sergeant behind him smiled, "Hahahahaha, there's nothing wrong with this person, can a donkey gnaw an iron knife?"

I hurriedly said, "Don't believe it, you see," and handed the broken knife to the donkey's mouth. It was also a coincidence, at this moment, the broken knife actually dropped a small piece. The sergeant in the back looked at it and really gnawed on it.

At this time, I heard a sergeant whisper: This is a cowman, let's not provoke, you see that his mount can gnaw iron knives like eating grass. You can imagine his ability. A few people whispered and discussed, and my heart was pounding. I'm afraid they'll pull me down and cut me down. Although you can't use a computer here, you can't make headlines, and you can't play games without a mobile phone, who doesn't want to live.

I was thinking about it when a sergeant came over and carefully pulled my donkey to the side of the road. He also said: You feed the donkey slowly, be careful that our rough people startle your donkey. Oh no, it's the donkey you're sitting on. So he pulled me and the donkey into the grass by the side of the road, and then saluted respectfully. Then on horseback, a group of people walked away. It looks like I'm scared of something and runs away.