The man muttered a lot, but none of them were a word I could understand, it seemed that Mandarin was very important in the Middle Ages, all kinds of messy dialects, it really hindered the communication of world peace, and even the simplest surrender was so troublesome!

"Speak German!"

I clenched my right fist against the man's stomach, and the sound of the fist hitting the fat was very ecstatic, but the force of the rebound made my hand almost numb.

The man fell to the ground weakly, mottled blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, his head tilted and he fainted, the whole set of movements was skillful and capable, and he was really a noble scum with a fat brain, and he was so eloquent when he fainted, and he was as weak as Sister Lin, you thought he fell from the sky?

"So unbeaten?"

I looked at the man who had passed out in amazement, waved his hand and asked him to put on a piece of clothing, tie him up with a rope and take him away.

I've been in for so long, and I don't know what it's like outside, and I don't care if this guy is a big fish or not, it's up to him if he doesn't succeed, it stands to reason that this guy should be a big official, yes, and he will have an explanation when he goes back.

I ordered my men to kick the brazier down, minus a few tent skins or something, and then drove away through the hole in the tent.

When I found out that we couldn't run away as fast as we could crawl, I swore that I would never kidnap a fat man again in my life. In order to get him back to the camp, we did not fight and attrition, but fought to the death, and many people said that they would rather stay and fight with the Slavs than run away with this dead fat man again.

The former loses a big big scar, but the latter has to pay a double blow both mentally and physically, this guy is comfortably lying on the back of the soldier carrying him and falling asleep, snoring like thunder and saliva, and the psychological quality of being chaotic is absolutely first-class.

I asked people to follow the agreed signal, and learned three terrible bird calls in the direction of the battlefield, as for whether it can be heard in the drum and horn contention, it is not a matter of my concern, anyway, I have broken a lot of brothers tonight, and there are more lice that don't bite, so what can I do if I play a rallying number?

I quickly evacuated the battlefield with my soldiers carrying the fat white man who was dreaming of flowers and humming happily, and ran around the river in a big circle, trying to avoid the main force of the Slavs who might have felt that something was wrong and began to return.

After a long and arduous journey, the comforting thing is that we are finally lost!

The woods all looked the same, there were towering trees everywhere, the sun was still hiding in the clouds, there was no way to make out the direction, we didn't have any locals, we were all dumbfounded.

The fat man woke up and stretched, looking at us who were lost and crazy in a daze, and the little eyes were contemptuous as if they were torturing my IQ, and I was very unhappy to see it, and it was a punch without saying a word.

The white fat man snorted, spit out two front teeth stained with yellow tartar in his mouth, and pointed aggrievedly in one direction and howled.

Am I wrong to blame him? This dude is actually trying to show me the way?

Such a cooperative captive,It's really the gospel of kidnapping.,That's what the newspaper said about Stockholm syndrome.,Feelings have been around since the Middle Ages.,Not bad.,The guy is a real person.,Let you suffer less.。

I ordered the soldiers to go into the woods and get some thick branches, make them into improvised stretchers, and march in the direction he pointed, carrying the only living map that knew the way.

"My lord, is the path pointed by this Slavic official reliable?" One of my men came up to me and asked me, apparently uneasy about my wise decision.

"Do you know the way? Now he can find a way out, in this case everyone is at a loss, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor, I believe that human nature is kind, if we can't get out, we all have to suffocate here to feed the wolves! ”

In fact, my heart is also empty, if human nature is kind, the owner of the game hall in elementary school will not chase me for three streets because I stole a coin from him.

Mainly the strange footprints that appear in the woods from time to time, but also make me lose confidence in the thing of being trapped and waiting for help, anyway, the footprints don't look like they are human, maybe it's a monster that hasn't been extinct in the Middle Ages, just rely on our broken swords to definitely not be able to beat it, it is estimated that the nobles in the high positions in the camp are waiting to see my jokes, and I wish that I, the courtiers next to His Majesty the Emperor, would die.

The so-called people are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, and His Majesty the Emperor wants to catch and indulge in high!

As a result, under the influence of various internal and external factors, this very strange scene appeared in front of me.

The two soldiers were going to be carried alive and dead, and the captives were tied up with flowers, and the buddy calmly pointed in one direction, and our group of people ran wildly in that direction, and the scene of harmony between the police and the bandits was very touching.

The Farmer and the Snake is an ancient, but very educational fable, I didn't have a very intuitive feeling about it before, but now I understand that the main thrust of this story is that when the biao Zibai was put on the end, it was purely because of the gullibility of the fallacy of human nature, and I will never believe in the teacher's three-character scripture in the future.

The buddy who enthusiastically pointed us out was indeed a good guide, he found the way for us in the reckless forest to the outside, although waiting for us was the main force of the Slavs who happened to be chasing back, but at least we saw the panting creatures, and when they met each other again, they seemed very enthusiastic, and consciously took up the work of protecting our perimeter, and formed an encirclement side by side, and hospifully tapped with all kinds of weapons, and shouted at us excitedly!

"What about my lordship, we are surrounded."

My men gathered around me and asked, they had completely lost their minds, and they all subconsciously leaned on my left and right, as if I were an old hen protecting my chicks.

What to do? You said that what can twenty people do in the face of hundreds of muscular men who are eager for revenge, washing chrysanthemums and closing their eyes should be the wisest choice.

I smiled flatteringly at the white fat man who was sitting on the stretcher with his nostrils facing the sky, and the deep laugh lines between his eyebrows and eyes were about to squeeze out the water, but my buddies didn't look at me.

Now it is impossible to run away, even if you are not killed on the spot, it is very likely that you will be made into a flower arrangement artwork and exposed to the wilderness, contributing to the aesthetic cause of the Middle Ages.

Relying on the other party's rat trap, coercing the captives in our hands to slowly retreat, nine times out of ten they will get lost in the forest, I can't really meet 500 bears, and now I am dead and dead, am I born to be a martyr of the party-state, or am I very sloppy to be beaten to death by the group?

Just when I was hesitating whether to leave some memorable relics for posterity, the rear of the Slavs suddenly became chaotic, and the shouts of killing were incessant.

It's like heaven......

It's our people who have killed it! The familiar German, like the ya butterfly in a love action movie, excites me, it's really the way to the end, and now it's important to be optimistic about the captive in his hand, and he must not be rescued while he is in chaos.

"Brothers, the imperial army has come to save us, resist it for me!"