All the slaves and Viking warriors watched this scene on the walls of the fortress, and at the moment when the severed finger slave had his throat cut, no one reacted, including the other slaves, who continued to wear shackles and laugh and chat with their companions as they worked. No one felt sorry for the slave.

The slave with a severed finger had an injured hand, and could not do heavy work, but would only waste everyone's scarce food. This happened to any slave here, and he would be as calm as the severed finger slave.

Hannibal smeared a handful of his belt on his face, picked up the water bag full of mare's milk wine from his waist, poured it up, and squatted side by side with another Viking warrior and slave on the walls of the fortress that was about to be completed.

Hannibal finished drinking and threw it to the Vikings, who took a sip and threw the slave.

"Lord, look at this progress, the city wall will be built tonight!"

Hannibal didn't say anything, grinned, looked at the busy crowd below, and nodded in response.

"By the way, you can take a hundred men with you for a while! Go to the grove in the back and pick a big tree and cut me twenty!"

Hannibal patted the Viking warrior who was crouching with him.

"No problem!

"I'll go now!"

With that, the Viking warrior got up and jumped down the city wall!

Now the walls of the fortress will be completed soon, but there is not even a tent set up inside, and everyone has been sleeping around the campfire and clothes for the past few days, even if it is snowing.

Hannibal was glad that he had 3,000 men with Da Danyu, rather than with the tradition of 1,000 men entering the abandoned heights, and if he had not been behind 3,000 Viking warriors armed to the teeth, but a thousand, he would have been swept away on the way.

Everyone was busy, including Hannibal and Steve Jobs, except for one man, with his hands behind his back, circling a stout stump with wrist-thick chains bound to a primitive man covered in thick fluff, and it was Marcus who circled around him.

I saw Marcus holding a steaming, small cup full of coffee in one hand, tasting it carefully with his orchid fingers, and the other hand reached over from time to time to poke and touch the primitive man, and finally put down the cup, took out a graduated ruler from his arms, and measured the cheekbones of the primitive man.

“#￥%r......%￥......&*）（*&......%￥##￥%t&！”

After about a vial of blood was removed from Marcus's wrist, the enraged Primitives began to curse the street in some obscure language, spraying Marcus in the face.

The strength of the furious muscles struggled hard, and the chains with the thickness of the wrists were almost about to be broken free.

Marcus didn't care at all to take out a handkerchief to wipe the foul-smelling saliva on his face, squinted at the sun covered by white clouds, kept shaking the glass bottle full of primitive blood in his hand, and kept smirking in his mouth.

"What a thick blood, just look at the thickness of this blood, you know that this is a strong race comparable to the orcs!"

As he spoke, Marcus put the vial of blood on the ground, stretched out his right hand forward, and began to emit a faint white light as he stretched out, reaching out to the forehead of this primitive man, which was a rudimentary magic "animal pacification", which can make animals docile and easy to dome!

Sure enough, after the white light in Marcus's hand touched the forehead of the primitive man, the primitive man who had been struggling and raging began to quiet down little by little, the movements of the struggle changed from rapid to slow, and finally stopped completely, his eyes became confused, he bent his head slightly, and his watery pair of big blue eyes kept looking at the little man in front of him with doubts.

At this moment, Marcus even had the illusion that what he was in front of was not a raging primitive but a puppy staring at his master in confusion.

"It's so cute!"

Marcus frowned and twisted his orchid fingers like a woman.

He didn't see it at all, and the four Viking warriors who were working behind him pouted in unison and glanced at him!

Except for the biologist Marcus, everyone present will not think that this primitive man is cute, you must know that in order to capture him, three Viking warriors were seriously injured, and a war horse was killed by him with a hammer.

After Marcus fed the primitive a piece of cooked mutton, the primitive looked at Marcus with even more cute eyes. And I kept chirping and eating.

"Be obedient, I'm going to take some of your skin and hair next, it may hurt a little, but if you cooperate、、、、"

Marcus shook a whole leg of lamb in front of the primitive man as he spoke, causing the primitive to keep snorting.

Marcus began to tear off the leg of mutton in his hand and put it into the primitive man's mouth, and every time he put a piece into it, while the other party was chewing on it, he quickly held the dagger in his right hand and hung a piece of fluff on the other person's face!

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Hannibal rubbed his hands red from the cold and walked over to Marcus, who was busy with his work.

"Well, this is Xiao Qiao's relative?"

Hannibal pointed to a big man about two meters tall who was tied to a stake, with only a piece of cloth wrapped around his waist, the big man was covered with gray-brown fluff, and only a piece of skin was exposed on his face, and the color of the skin and the contours of his face were similar to the squinted-eyed giant man - Jobs was actually somewhat similar!

Hannibal said in surprise.

"You dare to tie up Xiao Qiao's relatives here, be careful that Xiao Qiao is mad, I can tell you, Xiao Qiao's eyes are almost cured, and now the target is accurate!"

Hannibal exhorted Marcus with his ears.

Marcus couldn't help it, and said with a trembling smile: "This is not Xiao Qiao's relative, this is one of those primitive people we caught!"

Hannibal was so frightened that he quickly took a step back: "This is what those ape-men look like after their hair!"

Marcus nodded and said with a serious face: "I can now conclude that this race belongs to the same race as you barbarians, and the fluff on their bodies evolved later to keep out the cold! After shaving the fluff on their bodies, their bodies are no different from ours, and they are also considered intelligent races, but 、、、 by my standards, the highest intelligence among them is like that (pointing to Jobs who was working on the side)!"

Hannibal and Marcus looked together in the direction of Marcus's finger, and Jobs was carrying a granite that took five or six people to carry, twisting his buttocks, and smirking in his mouth: "I smirked, I smirked, yes! I just remembered, who just kicked my ass, fuck!

Hannibal looked at Marcus: "Hey, that's a fool!"

Marcus touched his chin for a moment, then looked at Jobs, and then nodded vigorously at Hannibal.

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"The lack of intelligence, they use strength to make up for it, and you can see how strong these primitive people are!"

Marcus and Hannibal sat on the ground and looked at the primitive man still tied to each other.

"Village chief, when will the meal begin??

The squint-eyed giant Jobs appeared out of nowhere, craned his neck and asked the air to Hannibal's left.

Hannibal: "、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、"

Marcus: "Don't give up on the treatment!"

Hannibal had a headache at the sight of the beastly Jobs, who could do the work of eight men alone, but could eat fifteen people.

"Hey, brother, why are you tied up? Did you peek at the slave girl taking a shower?"

Jobs stood in front of the barbarian who was still tied, and his huge body made the primitive man tremble a little.

"Lord, I'll pick out a treasure for you! You have to reward me!"

Speaking of a 40-year-old Viking warrior who came behind Hannibal with a thin slave, this Viking warrior is about one meter eight tall, wearing a well-made iron armor, very thin, eyes as sharp as an eagle, black natural curls, a huge scar on the neck cut obliquely by a sharp weapon, may have injured the vocal cords, so the voice made when speaking is hoarse and vibrato, like two pieces of metal rubbing together, giving people the overall image of a capable, cold and fierce, he is Stewart, a bachelor of the Hyena Banner, who fought with Hannibal in the Ottoman Empire, and the same Hannibal also rubbed his horse blood to drink、、

The slave that Stewart was carrying in his hand was a Westerner at first glance, with short silver hair, about 35 years old, thinner than Stewart, but his face was ruddy, different from the unkempt face of the other slaves, but this man's clothes and face were very white, and his eyes were suddenly full of panic and uneasiness, and he was carried by Stewart's neck, his head hung down, but his eyes couldn't stop looking at Hannibal.

Hannibal patted his ass and stood up: "What treasure?"

Stewart shoved the slave in front of Hannibal and laughed, "Say it yourself!"

After the slave stood firm, he always hung his head and whispered: "The villain's name is Koze, a military carpenter in the Babylonian Empire, and when he went home to visit his relatives five years ago, he was taken captive by Da Danyu's army to be a slave!"

Hannibal frowned: "Military carpenter??"

Jobs leaned over his face: "Village chief, what is the military industry ????"

Hannibal slapped Jobs in the ass: "Go!

Jobs patted the mud and snow on his buttocks, twisted his waist and went back to carrying the rocks.

"You just tell you what you're going to do, right?"

Or Marcus asked directly, with a blank beard on his face.

"I'm a mid-level carpenter, give me 50 clever lads enough wood and cowhide tendons, and in five days I can build a ballista, but the ballista lacks metal shock absorbers and some parts, the distance and lethality will be reduced, and it can't be moved, so it can only be placed on the city wall!"

"I, I'll also make antlers for defense cavalry and small catapults! Of course, I won't make some metal parts!"

Coze said in fear.

Hannibal and Marcus looked at each other, then nodded to each other.

"Take off his shackles, and from this day forth he will be treated in the same way as we do, and let him go into slavery and choose 50 boys! From this day onwards he and the 50 lads will only be responsible for making ballistas, and no other work will be done!"

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,