The patriarch of this tribe is over eighty years old and is called Mubarak, which means auspicious person. But he was not at all auspicious now, and the cloud of death hung over him.

Hao Fei didn't know how to use the knife, but it didn't prevent him from putting the knife on the patriarch's neck: "Tell him, as long as you listen to me, you can ensure his safety." ”

Old Man Ji acted as a translator, telling the patriarch what Hao Fei meant in Kazakh, and then passed back the patriarch's meaning: "He said that Allah will punish you." ”

Hao Fei smiled, and this answer was basically a compromise. The desert is bitter and cold, and it is extremely rare for an old man to live to be over eighty years old, so he is naturally a life-sparing person.

"Tell him that I am a believer who helps Allah protect his old man, and he will thank me that it is too late for me to thank me."

The old man translated truthfully, and the patriarch just stopped talking.

Hao Fei tightened the steel knife in his hand and said, "Let him let my two brothers go first, organize the clansmen to dig pits, set traps, and block horses." Let all the people get into action, eat and drink enough to fight, and prepare for battle! ”

Old Man Ji was already on Hao Fei's side, and when he heard this, he immediately discussed with the patriarch. In fact, this group of Kazakhs just doesn't trust the Han Chinese, but they still have a clear priority. Hao Fei acted like this, no matter what the purpose was, there would inevitably be robbers at night, so he also rang the convening bell and gathered to discuss.

The Kazakhs who live in the desert live in a harsh environment, fighting with the sky, fighting with people, and fighting with wild beasts, although they do not have profound martial arts, they are far better than Hao Fei and other city people who can fight. After the old patriarch's order was issued, there was no need for Hao Fei to urge supervision, everyone could consciously find work, and even children could help move animal goods.

At this time, there was no need for Hao Fei to threaten, and the old patriarch also knew that the guards around him couldn't even win one of Hao Fei's arms, so he simply sent all the guards out to work.

Hao Fei, Old Man Ji and Old Patriarch sat together, all silent. Hao Fei took advantage of everyone's inattention, took out a bottle of good wine soaked in snake gall from the space bag, handed it to Li Wenxiu behind him, and said, "Help us pour the wine." ”

This is not him bullying the little girl, Hao Fei is a sensual person, he feels that if this is a real event, Li Wenxiu will live here for more than ten years, it is really necessary to let her and the patriarch have a relationship, and all he has paid is a few bottles of wine.

Li Wenxiu was very well-behaved, not only carefully poured wine for everyone, but also had a very sweet mouth: "Patriarch Grandpa, please drink." Grandpa Ji, please drink. Big brother please drink. ”

The smell of wine was pervasive, and the old patriarch who closed his eyes and pretended to be cool couldn't sit still in an instant. There is no one who is not good at drinking in the desert, and the more people with status, the more they must be able to drink. The old patriarch was the strongest in the tribe when he was young, and he was also the most drinkable man, and he was used to it for many years, and he couldn't sleep without seven or eight bowls of wine every day. It's just that the wine I have been drinking all this time is a miscellaneous grain and inferior wine, how can it be compared with the craft wine that Hao Fei took out.

"Old patriarch, please!" Seeing that the old patriarch was still holding the shelf, and constantly shaking the tip of his nose and throat, Hao Fei could only raise the bowl to do it first as a respect, which could be regarded as giving him a step down.

The alcohol addiction finally defeated the temper, and although the old patriarch still had a cold look on his face, he pretended to be reluctant and picked up the wine bowl.

"Hiss~ha~!" After a bowl of wine, the old patriarch let out the wine with satisfaction, and directly pointed to the empty bowl.

Seeing this, Li Wenxiu hurriedly ran over to fill him. The old patriarch stared at her for a few seconds before nodding. Hao Fei knew that this was already an acceptance of her, and took out a few Lanzhou delicacies from the space bag as a drink. The crowd was not surprised by his magical movements, and they feasted and drank.

The wine table is the easiest to win over feelings, a few bowls of wine are down, and there is no need to count the old man's translation, Hao Fei and the old patriarch's hands are shaken. Anyway, you say yours, I say mine, it doesn't matter if you understand it or not, you laugh when you talk about happiness, and drink when you talk about sadness.

The old patriarch drank a lot of wine, but he couldn't stand Hao Fei's snake gall spirits, more than a dozen bowls of belly, and finally the wine was strong and drunk. Hao Fei's alcohol consumption is even worse, and he is already crumbling. But he has internal strength to protect his body, and every time he drinks about the same, he borrows the interface of a small solution to solve it. Although he has just learned to release internal force and will not force out alcohol, he can quickly volatilize the impurities in his body when he runs Xiao Zhoutian, and he can also relieve his alcohol a little and maintain the last trace of clarity.

Now except for Li Wenxiu, it is the old man who is the most sober. Not only does he drink a lot of wine, but he also has a lot of control, and he is not greedy for a glass in the face of such delicious food and wine. Now I saw that the old patriarch had poured it, but he poured himself a bowl and tasted it slowly.

"Why do you have to overthrow him, it will be better to deal with the scene in his town."

Hao Fei originally wanted to use his luck to relieve his hangover, but he thought that he might not have so much time, so he gave up: "It's not that I want to pour him down, it's he who pours himself down." It turned out that I had already lost three points of face by being kidnapped, but now I understand that what we said is true, how can there be a command on the face. The old guy was shrewd, and in the end he pushed the cup with me and changed the lamp for others to see. We prepared too late, no matter whether we win or lose, there will definitely be a lot of loss in the fight, so he won't carry this pot. ”

Of course, Old Man Ji had never heard such a word as backing the pot, but he understood what Hao Fei meant. Just as he was about to say a few words, he suddenly heard a slight sound of horses' hooves in the distance, his expression changed, and he shouted to Hao Fei, "Here!" Then he turned and left the tent.

Hao Fei was dizzy at this time, and he couldn't hear such a delicate voice, but he believed in Old Man Ji. I found a place where no one was around, and stretched out my fingers into my throat to relieve the strength of the wine in the fastest way.

Several companions also gathered, and their faces were not very optimistic.

Zhang San said in a deep voice: "Team Hao, it's not easy to do, the dart game is mado, and more than 20 players are actually carried over." ”

Qingshui Liuhua continued: "We prepared too late, and the fortifications here are only half done, so I don't know if we can stop it." ”

Hao Fei poured a large sip of water, and the coolness made his brain sober a lot. Glancing at the firelight in the distance, the gang of robbers was only ten minutes away.

"Qingshui, you go to Old Man Ji, ask him to translate, withdraw all the people, and extinguish all the lights within a hundred meters in front. Those who were strong and strong hid in front first, and let their large troops wait until they heard the sound of fighting before they came out to attack. ”

"Okay." Qingshui Liuhua clenched his fists and left.

"Zhang San and Li Si, the two of you have a difficult task. You need to take the rest of the people in front of Qingshui to attract the enemy, try to kill the enemy with the traps dug up, lure them deep into the tribe, and then encourage the tribe to go up and fight! ”

"No problem!" Zhang San and Li Siyi hugged their fists and also took the order.

"Watermelon, you go and bring the white horse."

"Hmm."

Hao Fei looked at the long dragon lit with torches in the distance, his eyes resolute.