Zhu Fugui looked at the conspicuous hemp rope that tripped over Yang Liu in disbelief.

What about the good soldiers of a hundred battles?

What about the cold soldier king who said he was good?

Why can't you see such a thick rope?

Zhu Fugui was speechless.

He thought of the teammates he had met in the Summoner's Rift over the years.

In fact, Zhu Fugui blamed Yang Liu.

To tell the truth, Guangxi veterans can fight, but it does not mean that they are proficient in military tactics, let alone individual special operations tactics.

After all, there was no proper military training in this era, and even Yuan Shikai's small station training would have to wait until more than 30 years later.

What's more, Yang Liu and the others have been sold as slave laborers for three or four years after being captured, and they are a little unfamiliar with the affairs of the army.

And the most important point is that it is different from Zhu Fugui, who has always had no worries about food and clothing.

Qi Wenchang, Yang Liu, and others, like most of the Chinese people of this era, suffered from severe night blindness due to a long-term lack of animal food intake.

In contrast, although the total calorie intake of Indian warriors is not necessarily much higher than that of Chinese, the proportion of animal foods in them is significantly higher, and the incidence of night blindness is much lower.

This is the inherent disadvantage of agrarian civilization.

Qi Wenchang and Yang Liu were able to kill the Indian sentries and run away under such unfavorable circumstances, which was already quite powerful.

But whether it was strong or not, the rope pulled the wind chime, and the bell alarmed the sentinel, who blew the bone flute.

Qi Wenchang didn't say a word, pulled up Yang Liu, and hurriedly ran forward with Zhu Fugui on his back.

……

Although the people of Guangxi are also good at crossing mountains and mountains, they are still not as good as the aborigines here.

When the sky was bright, Qi Wenchang, Yang Liu, and Zhu Fugui were tied up and escorted back.

In the makeshift camp, the girl sat on the highest rock, her legs together on one side.

On either side of her, surrounded by angry Indians.

In the middle of the clearing lies an unlucky old man with a bloody scab on his face, who is being "treated" by Aunt Wild Beast Bison.

It can be seen that Qi Wenchang and Yang Liu are ruthless enough, this guy not only fell into a coma with blood on his face, but also convulsed twice from time to time.

In Zhu Fugui's view, Aunt Bison's treatment is basically no different from that of the dancing god.

While jumping, chanting a mantra, and sprinkling some water with unknown ingredients.

After the ceremony, she bandaged it with plant ash and gave the wounded some herbs.

After doing all this, Aunt Bison raised her head and looked at Zhu Fugui and the three of them murderously.

"Damn you!"

The war has been going on for many years, and the warriors of the Horde have become more and more valuable.

Such an experienced warrior was wounded and possibly even killed, which was a great loss for the Horde.

"Kill them and avenge the Itachi!"

"Kill them and avenge the Itachi!"

For a time, the Indians were excited.

……

If the scene is changed, Zhu Fugui will definitely give a thumbs up and say: "Brother is awesome!" ”

After all, the name of "Itachi", a short-lived ghost brother, is not something that anyone can suppress.

But now is clearly not the time for jokes.

At this point, Zhu Fugui had no reason to hide that he could speak their tribal language.

Try to communicate anyway.

At least you have to try it, and shout two words of mercy to the heroine.

But at this moment, the girl jumped down from the rock and said lightly: "Aunt Bison, my captive is wounded and should not be able to participate in the attack on the ferret, he is innocent. ”

"Hmmm......"

Aunt Bison hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "That's right, this fair-skinned and skinny guy doesn't look like he can even beat a raccoon." ”

It's too much!

Zhu Fugui heard the old woman's slander against him.

How could he not be able to beat a raccoon if he is proficient in sliding?

But after thinking about it carefully, the raccoons ranked first in Lao Mei's most hated animal list for ten consecutive years, and their record of killing all kinds of pet cats and dogs, Zhu Fugui felt ......

This may be a close match.

……

"Alright, put the eagle's captives aside, the other two will have to pay with their lives!"

Aunt Bison waved her hand, and immediately several sturdy Indians stepped forward with their knives.

"Brother Zhu, I'm sorry, it's the old buddies who have bothered you this time!"

Qi Wenchang and Yang Liu did not have the slightest fear of dying, and Yang Liu said even more guiltily, "Don't worry, after crossing the Nai He Bridge, there are 100,000 heavenly soldiers of my Heavenly Kingdom in the underworld, and we won't have to be angry anymore!" ”

Zhu Fugui smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Do you believe in the Heavenly Father or the Jade Emperor?

How can I still go to the underworld after I die?

Besides, brother, I have a back door to go through, and there are only two brothers who want to go on the road!

But......

To tell the truth, Zhu Fugui is not a heroic man with a righteous sky, and he can't do anything about sacrificing himself.

But just like this, watching the two good men die, Zhu Fugui couldn't do it either.

If they hadn't just slipped away to save themselves, they might not have touched the trap set up by the eagle.

"Hooray! Hooray! You let go of Long Live Lord! ”

At this moment, a hoarse cry of pain came from not far away.

Old Eunuch Li actually burst out at this moment with a strength that was not commensurate with his thin figure, smashed away the Indians in custody, and crawled in the direction of Zhu Fugui.

Although his hands and feet were tied, Old Eunuch Li was like a giant caterpillar, desperately arching forward.

"Long live the Lord is the Son of Heaven, you and other barbarians are not as good as a hair of the Long Live Lord, if you dare to hurt the Long Live Lord, the old slave will ...... The old slave will bite you to death! ”

As he spoke, he literally bit the arm of the Indian who had stepped forward to hold him.

"Ahh

The Indian warrior was in pain, and was about to pull out the head of the ball and smash it to death the biting mad old man.

Zhu Fugui could no longer hesitate.

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At this time, Zhu Fugui also got a hint from the system.

After a quick check, Zhu Fugui was overjoyed, quickly stood up, and shouted in Indian with a loud voice, "Stop!" If your own people don't beat your own people, you all stop! ”

At this moment, Zhu Fugui thought of a plan.

In the previous life, there was a widely circulated literature, but as long as a little research was done, it was nonsense.

And in this life, Zhu Fugui decided to use this stall literature as a blueprint to tear off a big lie.

"Do you know why I speak your language, and why you are called 'Indian'?"

The girl's spear was pressed against Zhu Fugui's throat, but he said with a smile.