By the time the fire master reached the shore, the express ship had already descended more than two hundred meters downstream. When they cursed and rode to catch up, and found a suitable spot to prepare for the "gong", they sadly found that the express ship had drifted out of range again, leaving only the ridicule and ridicule of the spearheads...... At this time, a dog-headed military advisor approached and whispered a few words to the guide.

"Bring me the captured officer!" The grief-stricken guide's eyes lit up, and he shouted to the people around him: "Hurry up and get ahead!"

I have to say that the rebels of the Dawn Council are very efficient, or the status of the guide himself is really high, so in the next section of flat land on the shore where the current is gentle, the people on the boat see a wooden shelf that has just been erected, and a guy with scars all over his body is tied to it.

Townshend's eyesight was excellent, and he recognized this unlucky guy at a glance as the major of the logistics department, but at this time, he had lost his original vigor, lying on his stomach like a worm, and he was unable to clean up Townsend at all.

"Stop the boat!" the guide waved the leather whip in his hand and slapped the major fiercely: "Pad the offal of the pig's belly!

The corners of Townsend's mouth twitched, the guide was a reckless man, and as soon as his ass was cocked, Townsend knew what he was going to play. But what Townsend has to do now is not to point out the mistakes and omissions of the other party, but to prepare to use another way - because in the little book in Townsend's heart, the logistics major is not his comrade-in-arms or superiors, but his enemy!

As the saying goes, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and a villain takes revenge from morning to night, so what about here in Yanei?

In fact, there is no enemy in the ya, and there is no overnight feud in the ya. That is to say, there is no overnight grudge in the ya--at this time, it is less than a day before Townsend holds a grudge in the little book.

"Slow down the ship," Townsend slowly lowered his shield and ordered with a heavy face, "Listen to my commands, and be ready to speed up at any time." ”

In the surprised gaze of everyone, Townsend closed his eyes, and his facial expression changed in an instant like a copy. He made a "mistake" to let the shield fall into the water, and then, leaning his upper body out of the side of the ship, straightened his arms, and let out a shocked, sad, and sincere cry that could move the heavens and the earth: "Sir?!

"Sir, what's wrong with you? Rebel scumbag, I'm at odds with you!"

His gaze was so sad, his expression was so tear-jerking, his cries were at first surprised, then panicked, and at the end they had turned into hoarse intimidation.

The major who was tied to the wooden frame looked confused, and he couldn't think of what Townsend was going to do, everyone was clearly an enemy.

"By the way, this is your sir!" the leather-armored guide was overjoyed, he let out a sigh of resentment, and drew his waist knife with infinite comfort: "Do you want to save him? Stop the boat, good son! If you stop the boat, I'll give him to you! Otherwise, I'll be like this-"

He slashed the major with his hand, and the wound was deep and large! The major's painful eyes were about to burst out!

"Ahh

"Scold, scold, scold again!" the guide smiled happily, and with another knife, he slashed down the major's thigh to the instep!

"No, I don't know him!" the major cried out for mercy, "I am an enemy with him, uncle!"

"No, sir!" Townsend grabbed the side of the ship with his left hand and thrashed violently with his right hand, "You bastard!"

"Scream, scream, scream!" the guide and the group of rebels behind him laughed wildly, as if it were a New Year's celebration, completely drowning out the martyred major's words of pleading for mercy: "The louder you scream, the happier I will cut - wahahahaha!"

"Sir—how can I explain to your family!" Townsend's roar was like a cry, "How can I explain it!" Your gentle and lovely lady, your newborn daughter, how can I face them!"

"Go on, behold bastard, I'm cutting his flesh! I'm going to cut his wife and daughter later!" For the sake of visual effect, the guide's knife has shifted to the upper body of the Suffering Major: "Yo here, yo here, I'm going to cut - this knife is for your kettle! This knife is for your kettle! This knife is for a coin you promised! A silver coin for your mother!"

Townsend had already begun to roll on the gang, playing in dust, and the roars were even more frenzied. Poor suffering major, there was no good place left for more than two dozen wounds on his body, large and small, and there was no good place left.

"You're optimistic, you're optimistic about what your chief will look like in the end. The guide, who was also covered in blood, dropped his waist knife and took a war hammer from his hand: "Look, don't blink, you must fully explain to his family, he died because of you - miscellaneous, this is my last gift to you!"

"The Lord of the Dawn Council—I really am enemies with him—"

The warhammer was raised high, and the head of the hammer full of sharp corners drew a sleek arc, and with a "poof!", the red, white, and white thing flew up, splashing the guide's face. But he didn't mind at all, he laughed wildly and turned around, like a life winner, swinging his war hammer at the express ship, dancing with an unknown name at his feet.

No matter how aggrieved he was before, but now, the guide is fluttering.

"Is it dead?" Townsend said abruptly in a normal tone, asking the monkey who was hiding next to him and peeking.

"Dead. The monkey's face turned pale, and he nodded again and again: "The dead can't die anymore!"

A carp rolled over, Townsend wiped his hand on his face, tears and pain and frenzy all disappeared, and he flicked the dust on his clothes in a dashing manner. At this time, there was only coldness left on his face, a coldness with loneliness, and his gaze when he glanced at the shore was filled with a heavy disdain.

The guide who was singing in ecstasy on the shore, and the group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals under his command with teeth and claws, they all froze at the same time under Townsend's gaze. From top to bottom, the rebels were dumbfounded, and yes, with their bean-sized brains, it was hard to know what had changed.

"Do you see?" Townsend put up a shield again, turned to his men and said, "As long as you have brains, you don't need to take a knife to kill and take revenge, and the fools all over the world will fight to help you, just like this one on the shore - speed up!"

The Spearhead looked at Townsend with admiration and shock, and even the most slippery monkey was speechless. On the shore, the guide had a blank and sad expression, he looked at the guards and dog-headed soldiers around him, and asked them one by one: "What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong? Did I do it wrong? You tell me about this, what is wrong?"

Under the slanting sun, the express ship drifted away, but the shore resounded with a sad roar of depression and grief and broken dreams.

"What the hell is going on!, who's going to tell me!?"

"Who's going to tell me who that crumb is!?"

"Who's going to tell me, ahh