"What do you say? I really don't know how to speak! Alas! Ali looked hesitant, took another sip from his glass, and sighed.

Then he said slowly, "Didn't I hear that something happened to you last week?" So I prepared a bold plan! Ali coughed awkwardly, "Without your help, I would have had to try to deal with the mausoleum guards on my own, so I chose my first target, a nearby tribe of the Twelve Guards." ”

"Wait, you're saying you thought we're going to die, so you thought about a plan B, intending to single-handedly take on the garrison troops and enter the Tower of Hamna by force?" Han Xing thought for a while and groaned.

"As soon as I talk about this, I get angry, you actually sold us!" Sir Hansen slapped his glass on the table hatefully.

"Didn't I tell you a long time ago? I can't help it! I don't deal with them, if I come forward, then they don't know if they are just for money, and as soon as I appear, they will directly become killed! Ali took a sip of sheep (nǎi) wine.

"Thank God, Allah willing, didn't you come back alive?" Ali folded his hands and closed his eyes in the void.

"I don't think Allah helped me a lot on my return····· Han Xing muttered. He forgot all the diligence he had when he begged his grandfather to sue (nǎi) (nǎi)!

"Allah is everywhere, and he guides you in the dark..." Ali made a gesture and was about to continue his sermon when he was stopped by Sir Hansen.

"Stop! Please, the three of us, either Catholics or atheists, you should stay and tell the others! Sir Hansen was almost in tears, and it was clear that he had been groomed by Ali as a "reserve seed".

"Did you mean to say, 'You got into a fight with the captain of the Mausoleum Guard next door?' Han Xing immediately came to the rescue and diverted the topic.

"That's right, that's what I meant! This is also the only way, to find an excuse to uproot the other detachments of those mausoleum guards one by one, and finally to clean up the one who is the leader! That is what the Celestial Empire said, 'break them one by one'! Ali nodded when he heard this.

"The leader of the mausoleum guards (yǔn) allows you to do this? This is infighting! Sir Hansen asked, surprised.

"Theoretically, of course, it is not (yǔn) allowed, but it has been thousands of years, and there must be filth between various tribes, what kind of water source! Turf! There is even the question of belonging and interference with the small tribes under its jurisdiction! In fact, there is no shortage of appointments behind the scenes! Ali patiently explained.

"The mausoleum guards are also secular forces, after all, living in this world, so many people have to eat and drink, if you want not to be killed by others, you have to deal with external forces, how can you be a hidden force? So you will definitely fight with other forces out there, such as the one you encountered, the forces entrenched near Alexandria in northern Egypt! ”

"The reason why the mausoleum guarding troops have been able to exist until now is because they keep pace with the times, if we are still using bronze now, I am afraid that we will be beaten out of by others! In addition, when the caliber is the same to the outside, the integration of twelve tribes, the mausoleum guarding troops can make up nearly 50,000 troops! Ordinary people don't dare to provoke us at all! As he spoke, Ali pulled out a glittering scimitar and said with a heroic expression.

"But when it comes to the inside, the leader basically doesn't care about small-scale fighting! After all, many tribes have deep grievances, and some of them have accumulated over hundreds of years, and forcibly relying on their own prestige to resolve and reconcile them is simply an act of death! It's better to let both sides see the real deal! Ali put away his scimitar, put it on the table, and picked up his wine glass.

"And what about the two sides (qíng)?" Han Xing put down the wine glass and wiped his hands with a handkerchief.

"My headquarters has 800 people who can fight, and the rest of the small tribes under my jurisdiction can probably make up more than 4,000 people! That's a total of 5,000 people! Arry said solemnly.

"Not bad! So how many people are there on the other side? Sir Hansen asked, grabbing a leg of lamb and gnawing on it with oil.

Ali didn't speak, but just stretched out two fingers and gestured. When Sir Hansen saw this, he immediately laughed and said, "Two thousand? Two thousand! Hahahaha, we're going to tear them to shreds! He laughed so happily that the lamb (ròu) he swallowed choked him. So don't talk or laugh when you're eating, right?

Ali shook his head and shook his fingers. "Is it three thousand?" Han Xing asked suspiciously. Sir Hansen, who was on the side, coughed again, poured a sip of date wine, and finally returned to normal, and when he heard Han Xing's words, he immediately asked curiously: "I just want to know how you calculated the number three thousand!" How do you manage to see two fingers as three, are you drinking high? ”

Han Xing shook the wine glass in his hand and said with a smile: "I didn't drink high!" When you guess that 2,000 failed, I had four answers in my heart, first, the other party had 2,000 fewer people than us; second, that they have two thousand more men than we have; third, the other side is twice as much as ours; Fourth, the other party has 20,000! Of course, the last two answers are less likely (xìng), so I guessed the first one! ”

"Luckily, you're smart!" Ali laughed, and then revealed the answer: "The correct answer is the fourth and worst one - the other party has a full 20,000!" ”

Sir Hansen's eyes were so stunned that his eyes widened like light bulbs, and even his wine glass fell to the ground with a clatter, and the date wine flowed to the ground, "Ali, you loser!" Tell me honestly, how did you do it? What a big tribe of 20,000 people was tossed into this ghost by you! You are simply a golden loser, are you worthy of the heavenly spirits of your ancestors and ancestors! ”

Ali was so angry with him that his face turned green, and he said with a black line: "First of all, my ancestors and ancestors are not here!" This tribe doesn't have a half-dime relationship with me, okay? I'm Tanzanian! Secondly, he was like that when I took over the tribe! Did you hear me clearly? That's it when I took over! Ali shouted into Sir Hansen's ear.

"We all know that the Tomb Guard is made up of descendants of the Pharaoh's Guard, and for thousands of years, some tribes have flourished, some have declined, and some have even been removed from the list! Twelve detachments are also the tone that has only been set in modern times! My tribe can not die out, in the long river of history, it is already considered good, good and good? Ali then said angrily.

"Look at what I've been doing! Do you know what we all eat when we don't eat sheep (ròu)? If you hadn't come, I would have been nibbling on dates all day long, eating dry cakes like stones, and drinking wine made from dates! What are dates? It's just a baboon rubbing (pì) thing! Ali cried as he looked up to the sky.

"What did you say?" Sir Hansen's face turned green, and he looked at the wine glass in his hand with a look of horror and trembled.

"The East Window Incident Happened!" Looking at Sir Hansen's wonderful watch (qíng), Han Xing and Roy glanced at each other and immediately watched the show with great interest.

"Don't worry, we've washed all the dates!" Ali patted Sir Hansen on the shoulder and smiled kindly. Sir Hansen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come, drink, drink! And many more! You're welcome! Ali smiled and poured another glass for Sir Hansen, and handed the cup to Hansen's lips and urged.

"I didn't expect Ali's heart to be so black! Fool people up without frowning! Han Xing whispered in Roy's ear.

"Didn't he say he washed it?" Roy asked in a whisper.

"Want to see more?" Han Xing raised his eyebrows and whispered.

Roy nodded heavily, "Then go and ask Ali what dates they washed with!" ”

Roy immediately asked, "Uncle Ali, what do you usually use to wash dates?" ”

Without hesitation, Ali replied, "O sand! ”

Almost as soon as he heard the words, Sir Hansen vomited, and it was simply "flying down three thousand feet, suspected of the 'Yellow River' falling for nine days!" "It's a mess.

Han Xing laughed heartlessly on the side, he already knew that this was the result, this is a desert, water is a precious resource, how can it be wasted to wash dates? Moreover, is the water of the Nile drunk by man? Eighty percent of the people of India can only afford to be fed by the Ganges!

"How are you going to win against 20,000 people?" Han Xing and Ali Zhuan (shēn) left the tent, after all, the smell in the tent was really bad now.

"I've got a plan!" Ali smiled mysteriously as he pulled out a scroll from his bosom that shimmered with an earthy yellow streamer.