Hannibal's dagger swings out、、、、、

Then the girl let out a terrible scream、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、

Hannibal began to knock vigorously on the door: "Malay next door!" "Brother-in-law, you let me out!"

The "brother-in-law", who was sleeping outside the door, had been awakened by the girl's terrible scream, rubbed his hazy eyes, removed the stone pillar on the door, grabbed Hannibal, who was standing at the door, and then poked his head out and glanced into the room, only to see the girl, lying on the bed, her eyes closed, her chest and the base of her thighs were full of blood still flowing, and her clothes were torn into wisps and hung on the ground

Just glanced at it, and the "brother-in-law" flattened his mouth, retracted his head, and then closed the door: "Your kid is dark enough, but tell me, how does the chick taste?"

Hannibal said with a smug face: "It's not good, it's dry and without water, it's not as good as my sister Lydia!"

"Brother-in-law": "、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、"

The Vikings were the most cunning and cruel, and they would kill all women and girls under the age of 35 who were taller than the wheels, because this age was the most sexually vibe, the easiest to conceive, and the best time to give birth to children in all respects, and sometimes they would deliberately spare some old people in order to make them consume the enemy's food. It can't be used as any combat force yet.

Hannibal and his entourage, except for the village chief, who was the centurion, did not know how the village chief's order was received, and Hannibal had seen the village chief Leo more than once holding a strip of cloth with Arabic numerals in his hand, and then took out a booklet from his bosom, and soon he would know the order, and led the army directly.

Corpses were piled up again beside the wheels, their eyes struggling, with the curse and resentment of the murderer before they died, and naturally there was also fear and confusion.

Blood had stained half of the open space in front of the manor, and it was still expanding、、、、、

Hannibal casually cut off the head of a manor's housekeeper, Hannibal's slash was too strong, after the opponent's head was cut off, he continued to fly quickly to Hannibal's left rear, Hannibal's left hand quickly raised, grabbed the hair of the head, prevented him from continuing to move to the left, and then stuck the head on a sharpened stake. The bloodied and fearful face was straight ahead of the manor.

This is the most effective way to suppress the morale of the enemy's pursuing troops. When they see this purgatory-like scene, they will subconsciously think that they may also end up in this way.

After this qiē, the old village chief Leo greeted, counted the number of people, and set off towards the next destination, last night's vigil was a Viking warrior, who immediately hugged the horse's neck and took a nap, which can be said to be a light sleep, which does not affect the speed of the army, and can recover in about ten bubbles of urine to dry.

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Leo, the old village chief, gently pulled the reins of the horse, and followed Leo's crotch with the "old man" who was scarred for no less than 6 years, and instantly froze in place, and the cushion of the four hooves trampled on a lot of dust.

Leo, the old village chief, leoped down and gently stroked the neck of the old man under his crotch to show comfort. Hannibal and a hundred other Viking warriors stopped behind Leo in turn, waiting for the old village chief to give the order.

Ahead was a fork, lined with dense groves, and in front of Hannibal and the others, the huge road was neatly divided into three strands, left, center, and right, as if someone had been split with a sword.

The old village chief looked at the fork in the road divided into three strands, and scratched his head: "This girl goes to that ??"

Hannibal stepped forward: "Village chief, do you want me to scratch my tongue and ask for directions?"

The old village chief was looking down and thinking, when the sound of horses' hooves sounded in front of him, and he looked at the dust rolled up, and the number was no less than 500.

Hannibal and his party of 100 Viking warriors quickly drew their weapons. The Viking warriors faced an enemy several times their number, and their eyes showed not fear but fanatical and morbid bloodlust.

The old village chief Leo smiled and said: "Little cubs, there is a chance after the war, and our task now is to destroy and plunder!"

The old village chief was just about to give the order to retreat, when the sharp-eyed "brother-in-law" suddenly shouted: "Wait!

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The 500 knights on the opposite side, getting closer and closer, each wearing horned helmets, and the equipment on their bodies was the same as that of Hannibal and his party, leather armor, chain mail, half iron armor, and the most interesting thing was that a person was wearing leather armor, but he put on a pair of leg guards of plate armor, I don't know from which corpse he was taken from.

They stopped at a distance of 800 meters from Hannibal and the others, lined up in a neat serpentine riding formation, and rode in front of them, and galloped towards Leo, the old village chief who was now wearing silk and was very eye-catching.

Syllable!

That ride, only five meters away from the old village chief, stopped, stretched out his horsewhip, and the old village chief did not hesitate to stretch out his horsewhip and hit it gently. 、

"Hyena Banner Commander - Holduwtz!" spoke a man of about forty years of age, with a narrow scar on his face, from the chin to the corners of his eyes. He wears a half-new piece of chain mail, a saber at his waist, and a longbow on his back. A face blown by the winds of the wasteland and wrinkles. He speaks the lingua franca of the continent with a distinctly Viking accent.

"Black Flag Centurion - Leo!" The other party was obviously older than the old village, so the old village chief covered his chest with one hand on the horse and gave him a chin salute.

Immediately the two of them untied from their waists at the same time, filled with water bags filled with mare's milk wine, and threw them at each other.

The two caught each other's water bags at the same time, opened their mouths without a trace of hesitation, and drank booze.

"Aha、、、、" Then the two laughed and hugged each other like old friends for many years, this is a Viking tradition, and drinking the wine I handed you is a friend.

The old village chief, Leo, was strained by Hannibal and the others, and immediately put away their weapons.

"Why don't you go to the assembly place and walk back instead??!," the old village chief, Leo, asked in confusion.

"Hey, don't mention it, I originally led a thousand cubs, and I received an order to lay down an arsenal, but I met a large army halfway, and was chased and intercepted all the way, and I didn't get rid of them until the day before yesterday!"

"And Hai Dongqing, who I used for communication, was shot to death, where are you going to assemble?"

Commander Hoduwoz sighed for a while, and then began to ask questions.

"Uh、、、、"

The old village chief choked.

The old village chief then smiled and pointed to the saber on the other party's waist: "This is what you seized?"

"Well, from a hapless Westerner!" said Captain Hoduwoz, lightly.

The old village chief smiled and stretched out his hand: "Can you show me?"

The other party was stunned, looked down at the saber on his waist, and then untied it and handed it to the old village chief.

The old village chief rubbed his hands and took it, as if a prostitute who had entered the kiln had seen a beautiful girl.

At the moment when he took the saber, the old village chief suddenly became angry, pulled out the saber and put it on the other party's neck; His body froze in place, and the corner of his eye kept staring at the saber across his neck, this saber was his own, so he knew it best. Casual is more fearful.

Hannibal's people behind the old village chief instantly drew their longbows from their backs and bent their bows and arrows, and the most suitable distance to deal with the enemy on the opposite side was to use bows and arrows, Hannibal pouted and drew four daggers from his waist. He didn't want to try his luck.

The old village chief, Leo, looked at the already frightened commander and sneered, "You should be an Ottoman herdsman very close to the Viking border, right?"

"The continental lingua franca of the Viking accent is your local dialect, right???"

"I tell you that you have revealed a flaw, the Vikings will never give the only weapon in their hands to anyone in wartime, not even Da Danyu!

Saying that, the knife fell, and the "Thousand Commander Hoduwoz" was beheaded, and the blood gushing out stained the gorgeous silk lining of the old village chief's body.

Because of the distance, it wasn't until the "Commander-in-Chief" was beheaded and the body that lost his head fell off his horse, and the Ottoman light cavalry in disguise on the opposite side knew that he was still being recognized, and with anger he drew out a standard saber and urged the war horse under his crotch to kill.

"Hmph, you also deserve to use a saber?" the old village chief Leo patted the blood on his body, this silk was made by the little bride he had just married home, and he cherished it for a moment, and let out a cold snort from his nose.

After speaking, he quickly turned around with the reins of the horse: "Little cubs, you don't have to fight hard with these sissies, withdraw!"

After saying that, the horse was in pain, and took the lead in passing through Hannibal and the others, and galloped towards the rear.

Hannibal: "、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、"

"This old boy, get fine!"

The "brother-in-law" and the others fired the first wave of arrows, which failed to kill a single disguised Ottoman light cavalry, but slowed down their bodies a lot.

After shooting the arrows, they also ran after Leo, the village chief who was like an old monkey.

"Village Chief, you wait for us!"

Hannibal ran last, and hurriedly lifted the shield behind his back and changed his position to block the exposed neck between his helmet and armor.

"Village chief, you belong to a badger, so fast?"

Hannibal shouted as he leaned over (which would reduce his target area).

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