Hannibal was thinking about it when he pushed him hard again before he came to his senses.

"How about it? Do you want to ???"

The floor came to ask again.

Hannibal said with a stern face: "What conditions do Da Danyu give me?"

If you can conquer more than one-tenth of the abandoned heights, then your father will directly make you the "second king", of course, you are in a bad situation now, and the food and basic materials for building fortresses in the first three months are all provided by a large order! But in the future, it will be all up to you!"

Hannibal squinted and smiled: "It's not that simple, right! Recruit more than a thousand strong men, you have to be a thousand-commander, and I have no name and no 、、、、share."

Lou Lai also squinted his eyes and smiled like Hannibal: "What you want is no name and no share, as long as you agree, from the next second onwards, the one you do has nothing to do with the Viking Empire and Da Danyu!"

"You don't have to worry about the conscription, you don't have to say a word thoroughly, there are strong guys coming to you!"

Hannibal understood, so Da Shan asked him to abandon the highlands as a wandering bandit with no state, no nationality and no family, and the things he did had nothing to do with him, and when he had laid a certain size of territory, he would automatically surrender to Da Dan Yu.

There are two advantages to this, one is that if Hannibal doesn't have any background identity, he doesn't have any scruples about doing things, he can use some unconventional hands, just do whatever he wants, and he can do anything that is good for his own interests in that land!

Second, you don't have to worry about those diplomatic disputes!

Hannibal only understood at this moment, no wonder Da Shan Yu would choose himself, he has no background and no status, the most important thing is to know the roots, and he can be regarded as the son of Da Shan Yu's old man.

Thinking of this, Hannibal slapped his thigh: "Damn!, it's better to die on the plundering road than to starve to death in the camp!"

After speaking, he squinted and looked at the building again: "You two have been holding back your bad for a long time??? otherwise why give me so many slaves and only so many livestock??

Lou Lai touched the back of his head and blushed and said, "If you don't go, I won't force you, won't this bring you a lot of livestock?"

Hannibal picked up the wine glass on the table, bent down and sucked the mare's milk wine that had not been spilled on the carpet a little bit, and said: "If you want me to go, I have three conditions, and you must promise me!"

"Tell me about it!"

"One, I don't plan to go back if I go, I know that after I go, you can't give me the slightest help, so I want the right to recruit 3,000 Viking warriors!

The building leaned back slowly, clasped his hands on his shoulders, and frowned with a pair of eagle eyebrows: "Yes!"

"Second, I want a part of the money, no less than 20,000 mainland gold coins!" (The gold coin is not pure gold, but red copper core plating!)

The floor came to wave his hand casually: "I can satisfy you with this!

"Three, I want two mammoths!"

The building came here and hesitated: "En、、、、"

Hannibal continued: "It is better to have a male and a female, to be able to give birth to cubs!"

"This, I can't be the master of this, the mammoth cavalry has always been the foundation of our Viking state!"

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Next to a steaming and fragrant cauldron stood a tall and plump woman with a gorgeous face, holding a stone shovel in her hand and stirring constantly, with a faint smile on her face, and with the stirring of the shovel in her hand, she was humming some kind of old Viking ballad, it was Hannibal's sister Lydia,

As the sound of two large tent curtains rubbing against the air sounded, Lydia felt that there were two men standing behind her, and from the footsteps, she could tell that it was not her father Quentin or her brother Hannibal, as a woman, Lydia could still feel that the other party's two hot eyes were staring straight at her full and straight buttocks.

Lydia squinted, turned around calmly, the action of stirring the cauldron in her hand still did not stop, her body leaned on the stand supporting the cauldron in a lazy posture, and her full body curves were even more exposed, and she could almost hear the gasps of the two men opposite who were breathing faster!

His hair was yellow and messy, with an earthy color, he hadn't been washed in a long time, his face was covered with abrasions and mud spots, and he wore the same coarse linen robe, but his legs and elbows were visibly worn out, and the ankle rings were scarred and calloused from years of shackles. Each was armed with a saber with dried blood stains on it.

There is no need to guess, the two escaped slaves, Lydia thought faintly in her heart.

Old Quentin was a strange Viking, he never wanted slaves, and many wealthy commoners in the Vikings kept slaves ranging from 30 to 50 to do the work, and the old Quentin obviously liked to do it himself, and he let go or gave away all the slaves that the previous generation of Da Shan Yu gave him and the war exploit rewards. So Hannibal and Lydia never treated slaves as livestock, and in Hannibal's eyes they were not even as good as livestock, and the animals could at least be eaten!

The two escaped slaves had apparently been hunted down for some time, gasping for breath and staring at Lydia's plump figure and the cauldron of meat beside her.

Lydia scratched her sideburns casually and said lightly, "If you are hungry, I will feed you!"

"If you are thirsty, the water is in the stables outside the tent、、、、!"

Before Lydia could finish speaking, one of the slaves took a sharp step forward and roared, "Those are not the most scarce, we are locked up in the mountains for labor, and we have not touched a woman for three years, you can meet our request first!"

After speaking, he glanced at his companion, and then the two laughed lewdly.

Lydia looked at the two wolves opposite, the smile on her face became stronger, she slowly pulled out the dagger on her waist, one hand crossed her waist at random, and the other hand kept slapping her full chest with the dagger, each time she made a sound of the metal of the clothes colliding with the skin, the sound seemed to tempt the two slaves, turning the two slaves into werewolves.

"Oh, I see, you're the "**"!"

"Do you want it?"

Lydia said with a puff of arms.

"Come on!"

Lydia just walked to the ground covered with cowhide felt, and one leg was gently raised, revealing a snow-white slender and tight thigh.

With a wave of laughter, he kept hooking his fingers at the two slaves......

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Lydia continued to hum Viking ballads by the stand, twisting her waist and stirring the large iron pot.

Behind her was a small patch of blood at the door of the tent, and next to the big iron pot were two of the man's thick blood-stained fingers, and two incompletely cut ears!

Lydia suddenly stopped humming the song in her mouth, looked at the blood stain at the door, and said disdainfully: "Two bastards! If you can really satisfy your aunt and grandmother, forget it、、、"

After speaking, he continued to bend down and twist the waist of the water snake, humming a Viking ballad.

"Li, Lydia, Lydia!"

This voice is very familiar to Lydia, it is the voice of her father's lewd old Quentin, why does it sound so weak at the moment, Lydia frowned suddenly, and a sense of foreboding broke out in her heart.

"Abba!

Lydia dropped the stone shovel and ran out of the tent, the scene in front of her almost made her faint, old Quentin lay on the ground, the blood on his back and thighs was still flowing outward, his rough face was full of pain, and he kept reaching out to his daughter, trying in vain to grab her daughter's hand and find a trace of comfort and help.

Lydia quickly crouched on the ground, grabbed her father's head, and tried to cover Quentin's chest and thighs with her hands in a panic, and organized herself to continue bleeding.

"Abba, Abba, why is this happening, why ???"

Lydia is also a woman no matter how hot and hooligan she is, and she is at a loss for what to do at the moment, so she can only hug her father horizontally, put her face against the old Quentin's face and murmur: "Abba! Hold on, hold on~! I'll go to the witch doctor!"

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

Hannibal's guard said loudly as he pushed Hannibal on the back.

Hannibal slept soundly, dreaming that his territory was full of sheep and war horses, and he wanted to eat as many legs of lamb as he wanted!

"Well、、、 what's going on?"

Hannibal asked impatiently.

"Someone just came to deliver a letter, saying that your adoptive father, Quentin Sr., is afraid that he will not be able to do it、、、、!

"What??"

Hannibal was completely awake at once, and was shocked into a cold sweat.

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When Hannibal rushed home, it was already a day and a night, and Hannibal saw in the distance that around his family's big tent, surrounded by men, women and children in the village, all with solemn faces, old Quentin changed into new clothes, and his body showed that his skin was blue, apparently dying of excessive bleeding, lying quietly on a cowhide half a meter wide and two meters long, the cowhide was sprinkled with flower petals, and the men who came each of them slashed lightly on their faces with a knife after seeing the corpse of old Quentin, in order to show respect for the deceased!

Hannibal jumped off the "White Snake" with a demented face under the support of Jobs, believing that if there was no support from Jobs at this moment, Hannibal would definitely fall off the horse because of his distraction.