Speaking of the lord of this Carthaginian rebel, Hannibal who has changed his name to Heinrich, his experience can be described as bumpy and thorny, since he was a child, he has no father and mother, and he is still a slave, and the barbarian never starves slaves, but he is a special case, because his personality is too debauched, he refuses to work in handcuffs and leg irons, and he is whipped to death by his master with a leather whip soaked in salt water almost every month, and the food supply is only half, so his height has not been able to rise, but he is a well-known black hand in the slave group, and once broke the upper and lower jaws of a slave for a piece of lamb fat the size of a palm、、、

At the age of thirteen, Heinrich's fate turned at a turning point, and when his bloody back was still dripping with blood because he refused to wear handcuffs and shackles, the Carthaginian king issued a supreme conscription order, and all slaves could also go to war.

At the age of thirteen, Heinrich killed 53 Westerners with his old axe, which he usually used to chop wood. By the time he cleaned up the battlefield, the axe in his hand had turned into a hammer、、、

Heinrich was freed from slavery by virtue of his exploits, and was given a not very fertile pasture and 200 sheep.

Then Heinrich once again became the first person in the history of Carthage to become a commoner to a great nobleman before the age of thirty-five by virtue of his military exploits, and he was still a slave at the beginning、、、、

Later, it is said that because of Heinrich's arrogant personality, he led the crowd to defect, he stumbled into the harem after getting drunk, and put the mother of the king of Carthage, that is, the queen mother of Carthage, to ** to death, poor Carthage old queen mother, are 82 years old, how to withstand Heinrich's "conquest" in the prime of life at that time, it is said that that night Heinrich used the strength of wine to go to the old queen mother 7 times, in fact, in the last two times the old queen mother was already a corpse. In other words, the beastly Heinrich did it twice more with the strength of wine and corpses.

It is gratifying that the old lady's face full of vicissitudes and wrinkles before her death was with a happy smile, which may have felt the last orgasm of her life、、、

It wasn't until now that Hannibal understood that an alliance with Heinrich meant ---- an alliance with an ally who the Carthaginian king's mother, to be precise, the allies of the Carthaginian king's mother, which meant being the enemy of the entire Carthaginian Empire、、、、

"I have heard that you have a lot of slaves, but there is a shortage of food, and we are the opposite, I need some slaves to herd my sheep and do the work, I have 150,000 sheep, 20,000 cattle,"

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Inside Heinrich's tent!

Heinrich: "Behind you is your strongest warrior?" Heinrich pointed to Stewart, who was clearly a henchman behind Hannibal.

Hannibal laughed but said nothing. There is no doubt that Steve Jobs is the first in terms of force alone, but the meaning of warriors is broad、、、、

Heinrich was such a delicate man that he immediately saw that Stewart was at the top of the rankings, if not the strongest under Hannibal.

"It seems to be about the same~"

"How about a few times for him to compete with my strongest warrior?"

Heinrich looked at Hannibal with a wicked smile, and then met Stewart's eagle-sharp eyes with a slightly defiant look.

"Gestures?"

"Hehe,"

Stewart looked at Heinrich without showing any weakness, and then began to sneer to himself. In the end, it was a dead man who crawled out of the pile of dead people several times, Stewart's sneer, the volume was extremely low, and with his hoarse voice, few people could hear it, and the ordinary nobles under Heinrich's subordinates who were far away could only see him tremble a few times, but the cold murderous aura still poured out without reservation, and those who raised their wine glasses and were about to drink, and those who were playing with the slave girl in his arms (everyone knows the facial cleanser) couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Hehe,"

"I'm sorry Lord Heinrich, I won't, I'll only kill, if it's really on the battlefield, when I fight to the death, I can use my eyes to insert my eyes, kick my life, and bite the top of my head with my teeth, I won't fight, if I want to fight, I will fight to the death?

Stuart bowed to Heinrich in a seemingly respectful but provocative manner.

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The embarrassment and smell of gunpowder filled the camp in an instant, as Heinrich began to slowly rise from his main seat, his face furious and his brow furrowed. His eyes widened as hard as he could, staring at Stewart tightly.

The 50 retinue brought by Hannibal began to look around him out of the corner of his eye, and as Heinrich slowly sat up, the hands of the nobles under him quietly stretched out to his waist or in his arms.

"I admire you!"

Heinrich then pointed at Stewart and uttered a shocking remark. The nobles under his command stopped holding out the dagger in their arms, looked at each other, and then shook their heads helplessly, they had been with this master for almost a generation, but they still couldn't see through him.

"You're right! Lao Tzu went to war for the first time at the age of 13, he had no horses, no armor, not even a pair of decent boots, and I and more than 100 other old and weak slaves who were not looked down upon by their masters were each given an axe! To be honest, when I saw a large group of Westerners wearing neat and uniform armor on the opposite side, I was so frightened that I almost peed my pants. But when I slashed with an axe into the narrow space between the neck of the Westerner's neck and the helmet and the armor, I suddenly realized that I was born to do this! I can always make a trick in the line of crowded fire, and I find that in the thick and tight armor, the armpits and the roots of the thighs are the most vulnerable areas, to be honest, no matter how good your martial arts are, you can't use them in that small space, and one by one is still wild in the end!"

"This is 、、、、 this is called, this is called, this is called," Heinrich muttered as he covered his head for a moment.

"Talent!" said Heinrich's guard, whispering. He deliberately lowered his volume in order to take care of Heinrich's face!

"it!" I don't know!" Heinrich kicked it away and yelled.

"Yes, yes, it's talent!!" Heinrich repeated to everyone with a stern face.

Heinrich faced Stewart, who was already dumbfounded: "But don't get sè in front of your lord, I tell you, the westerners and orcs who died under your lord and me are not rich without 18,000, I am talking about killing with my own hands!"

"And don't look at your lord, I'm small, and some organ in my body takes up half of my weight!"

Heinrich winked and grinned: "Do you know where it is?"

After speaking, he patted his crotch on the crotch: "My third leg!"

"Hahahaha、、、、、、" After saying this not-so-funny joke, Heinrich laughed out loud with his hands on his hips.

Hannibal pouted, just now when everyone thought that Heinrich was going to attack, only Hannibal was unguarded, he didn't expect a nobleman with such high military achievements and prestige to be so boring.

Sure enough, the nobles under Heinrich's command, one by one, did not sell their face, no one echoed the laughter, the spring breeze that began to warm up in the high ground, gently lifted the curtain of the tent, and there was silence in the big tent, and Heinrich's laughter was even more prominent、、、、、

"Hahaha、、、" Heinrich's laughter stopped dumbly, and when he looked around, he found that none of his little brothers gave him face, his old face was slightly red, and he touched the back of his head and roared: "your mother!

"Don't be verbose, women, good wine, fat, enjoy! Remember, it's rude to let our guests walk out of the tent on their own legs!"

That night, Hannibal was drunk for the first time, hundreds of noble lords under Heinrich's command, round after round to toast Hannibal, Hannibal in front of the wine glass just picked up and drank it all, put it on the table, immediately will be full of slave girls next to him, Hannibal does not stop, quickly pick up the glass again and drink it all、、、 Hannibal was overwhelmed by the toasting crowd

No matter how good Hannibal is, he is still young and there is still a big gap between these old drinking friends, after vomiting seven times in a row, Heinrich stretched out his big feet again, and a few feet made a few of his subordinates with red faces and kept burping, hehe smirked, and the nobles with a full mouth of Harazi kicked over, because they were still going to go up to salute Hannibal.

"Find him two ripe peaches, a tent close to my big tent! Mom, I'm not old and I don't drink too much! Don't let people say that I don't know how to be hospitable!"

Heinrich realized halfway through his words that he was no longer called Hannibal, and as soon as his voice fell, two women who were usually only handsome walked out from behind him, holding Hannibal on the left and right.

Although these two women are average-looking but have hot figures, they are about 20 years old, and they know that they are good masters by looking at their delicate and watery eyebrows. With a casual arch of his waist, he pushed the two guards who were originally holding Hannibal away with their pretty buttocks in a shocking arc.

These two women were carefully selected by Heinrich, although they look average, but they are good at bed, and a woman's bed kung fu can be adjusted, but it actually has a lot to do with talent.

"He's as soft as a puddle of mud now, but you're women, and a woman's vocation is for men to enjoy, so no matter what method you use, you must fight him, or you'll be executed!"

"Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" replied the two women sweetly, each stretching their elegant necks, and kissing Hannibal's chin and earlobe as if no one had kissed Hannibal's chin and earlobe, with crystal saliva on the tip of his tongue, and his eyes still making spring when he looked at Hannibal, who was already unconscious, and his full chest was pressed tightly against Hannibal's arm.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey,

A drunken lewd laugh gradually sounded、、、

"The prince has played tonight!"

"Anyway, how did he know that the prince likes mature women!"

Looking at the backs of the three Hannibals, who were sandwiched between two ripe peaches and gradually began to react and breathe rapidly, Stewart muttered to himself.

Suddenly, Stewart remembered that Heinrich had ---- the old queen mother of the Carthaginian Empire to an old woman in her 70s, and ** died、、、

Oh、、、、 Stewart nodded in realization.

Seeing Hannibal being taken away, Heinrich suddenly raised the corners of his mouth in a cruel arc, slightly reddened, and his nose twitched heavily. His hand pressed against the saber at his waist and began to sneer.

Heinrich's forehead was viper-like, his cheek muscles were tense as if they had been torn apart, and his right index finger pointed at Stewart and the rest of Hannibal's retinue, and roared, "Don't let them go!"

"Knock them out with the wine glasses in your hands!"

"I'll say it again, it's rude to let a guest walk out of my tent on his own two legs!"

Before Stewart could react, a sea bowl filled with mare's milk wine was stuffed into his hand, and then the toasting glass was drowned, repeating the frequency of Hannibal's glass being full, and Stewart peeked and squinted to find that the others were drowned in the crowd like himself.

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That night, drunk and unconscious, Hannibal had a dream in which he dreamed that the king of the Carthaginian Empire had come to conquer Heinrich and his allies 、、、 himself.

Heinrich shouted in the middle of the two formations: "What's the big deal, isn't it just fucking your mother, as for it?

The king of Carthage roared, "Grass my mother to death!"

With a wave of his hand, the million-strong master of the Carthaginian Empire carried a bright saber and slashed straight at his neck.

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Hannibal sat up suddenly, and before he could open his eyes, his hand habitually touched the position of his sword at his waist、、、

A soft and slippery feeling hit, and when Hannibal tentacled his hand, he didn't feel a little cold and murderous intent that should belong to the steel weapon, but felt that the index finger and thumb of his calloused big hand were surrounded by a slippery and warm nest rich in suction, and there was a tentacle in the nest that was just as slippery and warm, constantly and flexibly entangled his two fingers, and the numb feeling quickly began to spread upward from the palm of his hand、、、

"Master, you wake up so quickly!"

Hannibal's fluffy eyes slowly opened, and he saw two wheat-skinned naked women, one of whom was lying between Hannibal's legs, and the nimble tip of his tongue kept twisting and rolling like a poisonous snake, sweeping through Hannibal's sensitive area.

The other was lying on Hannibal's side, holding Hannibal's right hand that Hannibal had just wanted to pull out the knife by reflex, holding Hannibal's index finger and thumb and swallowing constantly, the tip of his tongue picked up Hannibal's palm, and found that Hannibal was staring at him, a pair of watery eyebrows swept Hannibal's glance, and the tip of his tongue went all the way up Hannibal's palm, and began to kiss his armpit、、、

"Sir, you haven't cut your foreskin yet?"

The woman, who was busy between Hannibal's legs, suddenly let out a surprised exclamation, a barbarian of Hannibal's stature had not yet been circumcised, even though he was very young.

"Do what you have to do!"

Hannibal rubbed his eyes and lay down again and said lazily,