Hannibal said!

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Koetze kept bowing to Hannibal.

Stewart, who was in charge of overseer, took off the key from his waist, squatted down, and helped Kotze open the shackles, and Kotze jumped back and forth twice with his bare feet excitedly before running away.

"What about me!?"

Stewart grinned and pointed to his nose.

"You—"

Hannibal thought for a moment and replied with a smile: "I'll give you two choices, be the head of the eldest group, or give you 6 hours of sleep!"

Stewart rubbed the two dark circles under his eyes and said without hesitation: "I choose to sleep!"

Of course, in the end, Stewart still became the commander of Hannibal's eldest son's regiment, because he was the most experienced person in this group, including Hannibal, he was 38 years old this year, and he could not count the number of battles he had participated in!

That night, Hannibal caught more than a dozen goblins and came to ask for information about the surroundings, and Hannibal was stunned when he asked, the location where his fortress was built was surrounded by the most barren part of the entire abandoned highlands, except for the groves behind, the grass rarely grew, and no one was too lazy to ask for the territory that belonged to,

"I have said everything I know, handsome and magnificent, great and magnanimous noble lord, please let me go!"

Inside Hannibal's makeshift tent, a goblin shouted in the continental lingua franca with a thick abandoned Highland accent.

Opposite him was Hannibal in the middle of the Great Horde, and behind Hannibal were ten straight Viking warriors.

This goblin is obviously a little nobleman, wearing a simple and shabby bronze armor, fatter than ordinary goblins, and nothing else is special, because these goblins look the same in the eyes of Hannibal and others, with green skin and big eyes, and dirty!

These wild goblins were not as clean as the goblins in other parts of the continent, each one of them was dirty, and their bodies were covered with a thick layer of old mud that could almost be used as armor. But the vile and treacherous energy are exactly the same.

Stewart grabbed the neck of this goblin nobleman with one hand, making him sit on his knees on the ground, with the fragile physique of the goblin there was no need to tie it at all, he dared to resist, and the next second Stewart could break his neck. Stewart put a very small piece of cowhide on himself at the position where his hand touched the other party's skin, he was dirty!

The voice of this little goblin nobleman just now was too loud, Hannibal had been sleeping too much recently, and he had been ringing in his ears, and it was a buzzing sound at the moment.

Hannibal rubbed his ears sideways and said, "Stewart, teach him how to answer my question!"

Stewart's chin was raised, the horrific scar on his neck twisted, and he laughed in his characteristic hoarse voice, "Yes!

Bang Bang Bang! (Don't think crookedly)

After three loud sounds of the animal's skin being whipped vigorously, the two faces of the little goblin nobleman quickly became red and swollen!

"Yah! Xiao Dian'er is talking to our prince!"

"Yes! Yes!"

The little goblin nobleman nodded in fear while wiping his nosebleed.

"What you just said is that the five hundred miles around this piece of land I am occupying now is the most barren and minerally scarce part of the entire abandoned highlands??"

Hannibal picked up a glass of mare's milk wine and put it to his lips and asked lazily!

"Yes, sir!" replied the goblin nobleman cautiously and softly

"The primitive people I met during the day are those who are full of hair, what do you call them?

"We call them the Ang Gru, they are stupid, but strong, to tell the truth they are a good people, and when the winter comes, almost every race in the abandoned highlands begins to plunder to stock up for food for the winter, and the Angles have never done that! ”

"They are the prey of the slave hunting group, a healthy Anglo slave can be sold for 100 gold coins, but very few Angles are caught, and even if they are caught, the Anglos will die on hunger strike! They have never succumbed! This is a backward but very backbone and stubborn race!!"

Hannibal laughed with the Viking warriors on the left and right, "This is like our species!"

"Hey、、、 hey"

"Okay, tell me about the distribution of forces within five hundred miles of this area!"

"There are some idle forces around here, the largest is our tribe, with a population of 70,000 and less than 20,000 soldiers!"

"You're soldiers?? too"

Stewart sneered.

"Don't interrupt him!" Hannibal said with a frown.

"Yes!

"There are three big tribes of our goblins in this vicinity, 7 small tribes, with a total population of about 230,000, and a dwarf tribe in the south, with a population of about 40,000, and the rest are all Angles, the Angles are not united, they all live in groups as family units, the small ones are only four or five people, and the largest ones are thousands of people, drawing the land and dwelling, the specific number is uncertain, about 80,000 to 100,000!"

"By the way, you speak Anglo??"

"We've lived here for generations, and of course we understand Anglo!"

Hannibal took a sip of mare's milk wine and nodded, "Very good!

"Thank you, sir!"

The little goblin nobleman wiped the sweat from his face, stood up with a smiling face, and began to rub his sore-sore calves and knees.

"Let me ask you again, what do your tribes have made a living? herding or farming?"

"We don't do either, we take slaves, dwarves, exiled Carthaginians in the south, orcs in the north, and goblins from other tribes, and then sell them as slave traders for food and weapons!

"That's right! That's right! There are also those adventurers whose number is no more than 2,000, and we have caught a lot of caravans! There are also expeditions sent by the major empires, and we also rob them, although we are weak but we have a large number!

Hannibal finally understood who had died in the hands of the people sent by Da Dan the previous times, and if the people he brought were not fully armed, the number of people did not exceed 2,000.

Just thinking about it, Hannibal suddenly frowned: "Carthaginians in exile?"

"Yes, sir, it was a Carthaginian nobleman who betrayed the country a hundred years ago, and he came here with a group of family members and guards to breed, and it has nothing to do with the Carthaginian Empire!"

Hannibal: "Population!"

The little goblin nobleman scratched his head and looked at Hannibal with a look of embarrassment: "This,"

Hannibal's face began to glooze, and he slapped the table vigorously: "Population!"

The little goblin nobleman who had just stood up knelt down again: "Master, the little ones really don't know, this! I know that they have no less than 30,000 soldiers, half of whom are cavalry!"

"You don't even know how many people they have, but you know how many troops they have? It can't be that you're afraid to perfunctory me, right?" Hannibal showed his white teeth, and the two symmetrical dog teeth on the left and the right were particularly conspicuous, and he sneered.

The little goblin nobleman shook his head like garlic: "The little ones don't dare to expire the old man! It's true, because not long ago, they just fought with the orcs, so 、、、"

Hannibal: "Yes! I believe you!"

Waving his hand at Stewart, he said, "Stuart, take him down to eat something, and then ask him again in the order of the question I just asked, and if there is any inconsistency, he will be executed immediately!"

Stewart scratched his face and said blankly: "But, Lord Wang, I didn't remember any of the questions and answers you asked just now!"

Hannibal: "、、、、、、、、、"

Then he stood up and pointed at Stewart: "Draft! You are now the head of the regiment, can you have a snack??"

Stewart sneered, "What was the first question you just asked?"

Hannibal scratched his head: "En、、、、"

"Damn! I forgot too!"

"Hahaha、、、、、、、"

Inside the big tent, a burst of laughter broke out instantly.

"Laugh, laugh, you laugh the loudest, it's you, you'll be my part-time clerk from now on, and when I ask prisoners or slaves, you'll write it down for me, and remember one less word, I'll castrate you!" Hannibal blushed and pointed to the biggest Viking warrior with a cracked mouth behind him.

"Wangye! Wangye! Heavy dà found hahahaha、、、、"

Marcus had a dark face and was very wolf, but his expression was extremely excited to open the curtain and break in, he looked like a black man with epilepsy!

"What do you think this is, lord?"

Marcus walked and took two steps, ran in front of Hannibal, and spread his hands.

"What is this?"

Hannibal wondered as he looked at Marcus's expression as he laughed like crazy, and then at a swarthy stone with a dull sheen in his hand.

"This thing, it's all over the place, we call it black gray stone, it's not as hard as stone, and it can't be eaten, it's useless, we all use him to make beds, and put a layer of dead grass on it, so it's not cold at all!"

The little goblin nobleman also poked his head to look at the black stone in Marcus's hand and shouted loudly.

Hannibal's ears were buzzing again.

"Stewart!"

"Understood!

Bang!Bang!(Don't think about it!)

Marcus wiped his face with a wet towel and said with a sarcastic smile, "You didn't even think about burning it to keep warm??

The little goblin nobleman covered his cheeks with a look of grievance: "Burn! How can this stone be burned?"

Marcus: "What do you call him, Black Greystone, in the Western Continent we call it Coal!"

He said and faced Hannibal: "Lord, don't worry about heating this winter!"

"It's a solid, combustible organic rock! It emits much more heat than wood, and it burns for a long time! Don't use the grove in the back for warmth, keep it for a ballista!"

As he spoke, he excitedly handed the piece of coal weighing about two catties in his hand to Hannibal: "This is enough!"