(Eyes return to Hannibal again)

Hannibal shot a domineering arrow.

But

Hannibal has had a problem since he was a child, he has a knife, a gun, a club, an axe, a hook and a fork, he can play everything, that is, riding and shooting, he doesn't know anything, and he hasn't played well with slingshots when he was a child.

The arrow was shot out, but it didn't use too much force, and the aim was not right, and it shot directly into the tent、、、、、、、、

Soon, an old man dressed in silk (the nomads are a highly hierarchical people, and only those at the level of the village chief are allowed to wear silk) ran out of the tent with an angry face. The horned helmet he was wearing had a wolf's tooth arrow stuck in it.

"Who the shot this?"

"Okay! If it weren't for Lao Tzu's money, he bent down and went directly to see the god of war!"

The old man asked the knights around him with an angry roar.

The knights pointed blankly, and Hannibal, who stood alone on the hillside on horseback, also looked dazed.

The old man turned his gaze in the direction of Hannibal, who, like a child who had done something wrong, put his longbow behind his back, quickly looked up at the sky as transparent as glass, and whistled.

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When the old man saw Hannibal, his anger disappeared in an instant, and he laughed uninhibitedly: "I said who is so bad at archery? It turned out to be Quentin's little mud (little Nibal)! Hahaha Three years have passed, and your archery skills have not improved at all, hahahaha、、、、、、、、

The knights beside the old man also let out a bohemian laugh. All of them are heroic and foolish.

The old man looked at Hannibal with a playful expression: "Come on, Uncle Leo's house has a slingshot, change your equipment and come!"

The old man's words once again caused the unbridled laughter of nearly a hundred big men around him. They dare to make anyone's jokes.

Hannibal scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, followed by a burst of laughter.

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Hannibal leaped from his horse, looked at the group of knights who were older than himself, and looked at the group of knights who were older than him, and was stunned.

Hannibal scratched the back of his head again, hung his head, and whispered, "Is there any meat?"

Chief Leo pointed to the tent: "Little mud is hungry! Come on, Uncle Leo, here's a freshly boiled fat sheep, come in, let's eat!"

Hannibal ran away, and nearly a hundred knights automatically divided a way to give this little brother who went to the battlefield for the first time and was extremely simple. They had a doting smile on their faces.

As Hannibal ran down the road, some gently kicked him twice, patted him on the back of the head, and pinched him off the buttocks、、、、、

The village chief Leo announced: Rest at his house today, recuperate tomorrow, and then rush to the tribe, tonight there is enough wine and meat, and he will take care of the equipment that is not in order, but he is not allowed to harass his female dependents, except for the little mud.

Nomads, you can have as many wives as you have as many sheep, and as many slaves as you have weapons. Old man Leo was nearly sixty years old and married five wives, the youngest of whom had just come of age. He also had fifteen guards and more than 200 slaves in chains, all of which were his private property, which the nobles had no right to expropriate. But he had to follow him to the battlefield.

If he dies in battle, all his property will be inherited by his youngest son, the other sons will only get one horse and a hundred sheep, and his daughters will receive a dowry, which is the Viking's inheritance of young sons for hundreds of years, including Da Shan Yu, if Da Shan Yu dies violently, his youngest son will ascend the throne.

Hannibal and a hundred knights slept all night at the village chief's tent, wrapped in a thick sonic cowhide. Last night, everyone was very happy, and the village chief was not stingy, slaughtering 30 sheep, five cows, and bringing out more than 50 jars of sealed mare's milk wine.

Hannibal alone ate three legs of mutton、、、、、、、

Although the mare's milk wine tastes good, it has great stamina, and although the sun has slightly emerged at this moment, no one has been able to get up yet. Even a few of them who were awakened by the strong urge to urinate kept patting their aching foreheads in place.

Last night, Hannibal was surrounded by seven or eight knights who beat him in his teens, and enlightened him one by one, from women to wars, what to pick female slaves after the war, to pick a big butt, to be good at giving birth and to do rough work, killing two birds with one stone, and a woman can't let her be wrapped in cowhide when she is pregnant, otherwise she will be born a bull-headed orc, and all kinds of positions、、、、、、、

And when charging, remember to move the saddle forward a little, regardless of the nobles' orders to throw spears, the first one to throw a batch of them, we Vikings use swords, Westerners use riding spears and riding swords, we take advantage of the melee, but the charge suffers. And if you encounter the tin canned infantry units (dragon lance hoplites specialize in cavalry) who are wearing heavy armor all over their bodies and only show their eyes and hold seven-meter-long pure metal spears in their hands (dragon lance hoplites specialize in dealing with cavalry) and those horses and knights are wrapped in heavy armor, just kidding, we are not afraid of death but we are not in the habit of sending death, these ace troops are handed over to the mammoth cavalry of Da Shan Yu to deal with、、、、

There is also some common sense of horses, and they have to feed their war horses once at night, and nomads are not like the Westerners, each knight can be equipped with two servants, responsible for maintaining weapons and equipment and taking care of war horses, this qiē has to come by himself.

But Hannibal pouted and thought to himself: his horse, which is as thin as a donkey, will not be fattened at night, no matter how much grass he eats.

One of the big men, who was close to 1.9 meters tall, hugged Hannibal, and spat at Hannibal with lamb crumbs and mare's milk wine, and he told Hannibal, remember that iron is worth more than gold for us, and when cleaning the battlefield, the first to unload those guys in iron armor, the whole set of well-made iron armor can be exchanged for more than 10 sheep in the wasteland!

Hannibal looked around, nearly a hundred Viking warriors who were going to fight, only less than one-fifth was a dozen wearing tattered iron armor, and the rest were the same as himself, all thick leather armor, this thick leather armor was dried with the skin on the calf's buttocks, sewn up layer by layer, and the defensive arrow effect was good, but if it was hand-to-hand combat, it was not good for swords or riding spears.

But for Viking warriors, as long as you use a horn helmet to protect the main part of the head, it's fine, and the body is slashed and stabbed a few times, it's fine.

Soon the village chief, Mr. Leo, came out of his tent lazily, followed by his newly married, almost old enough to be his granddaughter's wife, a young girl with a childish face and a tall figure, the girl also wore expensive silk, the girl obediently dressed her husband in a shirt and leather armor and the outermost iron armor, and finally squatted down to help her husband put on his leather boots.

Leo had a look of satisfaction on his face, and when the girl squatted down to put on his boots, his face was right in the middle of Leo's crotch, and Leo was obscene, and he used his own work to the girl's face.

The girl smiled as she looked up, grabbed Leo's crotch with one hand to prevent him from doing any more, and continued to tie Leo's shoes with the other. This is the woman of the wasteland, independent, mature, wild and submissive. The main thing is to be natural, not pretentious!

Leo was caught by his bride's little hand and gasped, married a young bride, Leo seems to be more than 30 years younger, almost sixty years old now he looks a little childlike.

After dressing, Leo twisted his bride's upturned ass and patted it vigorously, saying: "Go in! When I am away, you are in charge!" Take care of the cows, sheep and children, if the slave dares to rebel, slaughter it on the spot, chop it into pieces, and feed the horses with fodder!"

Leo's bride nodded obediently. Walk into the tent with a burst of spice aroma.

Leo looked away from the curve of his bride's perfect back and looked at the Viking warriors lying outside his tent, frowning.

Walking up quickly, he woke up one with a savage kick, and shouted as he kicked it: "Wake up, all of you! The eagle and hyena have come out to forage for food, and you are still sleeping!"

Shouting and kicking, he walked forward, and almost every Viking warrior who didn't get up was kicked in the ass or face.

Leo looked at the juniors around him who were scolding and scolding, and stood on the spot and laughed.

At last his gaze fell on Hannibal, who was still sleeping in a cowhide wrapped in a cowhide and salivaing the farthest part of his tent, and now he still had a half-gnawed leg of lamb in his hand、、、、、、、

Seeing this, Leo regained his childlike innocence and tiptoed towards Hannibal, and a dozen or so Viking warriors who had already sobered up on the side also laughed when they saw this, and tiptoed behind Leo Village Chief towards Hannibal.

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The village chief, Leo, made a silent gesture to the Viking warriors behind him.

The Viking warriors behind him all nodded playfully.

The village chief approached Hannibal and carefully removed the cowhide from Hannibal's body.

A dozen Viking warriors came up and circled, head to head, looking at Hannibal with his bare ass under the cowhide, Viking warriors rarely wore underwear、、、

Ooh

A Viking warrior exclaimed as he watched Hannibal's crotch rise.

A Viking warrior next to him immediately covered his mouth.

The village chief lifted the sleeve of his right arm, sighed on his index finger and thumb (I don't know if you have this habit), and flicked it vigorously at Hannibal, who was still drooling!

yes

Hannibal plucked onions on a dry land, jumped up, and covered his crotch with both hands.

"Which of you helped me heal, it hurts more than the old man cured me!" (he really doesn't understand!)

After speaking, he angrily pointed to the Viking warriors who had surrounded themselves in a circle with a strong smile on their faces: "You guys can't help me blow out the "thick water"!

(Armor from high to inferior is - plate armor - heavy armor - chain mail - light armor - leather armor.)