On November 4, 1098, the Ottoman Empire formally proposed peace to the Viking Empire.

The Viking Commander shaved the emissary (the man's) hair, eyebrows, and clothes, and then shaved the rest of his body hair (you know), and gave him a torn cowhide to walk back to the Ottomans. The poor messenger had come with a swagger, nobility and grace, and it had been half a month since he returned to Osman, and no one knew what he had been through in that wild wasteland, except that his asshole was the size of a large glass of beer, and that it was inflamed and full of maggots, and that the first instinct to see any orc slave was to cover his asshole first、、、、、、、、、、、、、、

On November 7, 1098, the Viking Emperor sent the Black Banner and Hyena Banner, an army of 200,000 troops, divided into numerous units, to invade, or to plunder the borders of the Ottoman Empire. Their purpose was not in the land, but in the wealth of the Ottoman Empire, especially iron.

The Vikings came and went like the wind, and there was no pattern in the route and raiding places, once they entered the territory of the enemy's country, relying on their superb horsemanship, it was difficult for the enemy to catch them, they would fight for war, they did not need supplies, they only carried food and weapons on their bodies, and buried the rest, and then dug them up when they returned home. Before leaving, he was robbing some young men and women to go back to be slaves.

Like locusts, they kill all the men who are taller than the wheels, rape all the women, burn the houses, kill all the cattle and sheep even if they can't finish eating, and trample all the crops that are not ripe or about to ripen with their horses. This is the tactic that the Westerners fear the most - locust warfare.

Hannibal thinks that it should be called an asymmetrical blow - you hit yours, I hit mine, and we will compete to see who loses more in the end and who suffers.

Hannibal didn't believe that the Ottomans would have the same effect by sending the same number of cavalry to the steppes to raid the steppes, and that if you evacuated the herdsmen on the border, you would grab some cow at most.

Hannibal is among them, the Vikings pay attention to fairness, although Hannibal is the son of the old man, Da Danyu himself also likes Hannibal, but he did not give Hannibal any official position or privileges, all civilians in the Vikings, if they want to get the title, they have to rely on their military exploits, that is, these hereditary nobles, including Da Dan Yu, died in the ancestors with a mountain of military exploits, so Da Dan Yu just gave him a lot of equipment, so that he has a better chance of surviving.

It's a quiet and cozy village, and this season, it's autumn in the moor, and it's lonely, but here it's green and full of life!

The wheat in the field is orange and yellow, and it will be harvested in two weeks, and some of it will be handed over to the noble lord, and the rest should be rich enough for his whole family to survive this harsh winter.

A sturdy man who was nearly 40 years old and had a loyal face stood on the edge of his field and thought happily.

Split his mouth wide, patted his big hands full of calluses, and the more he thought about it, the happier he became, and gradually began to giggle.

Hey

The only nightmare that made him indelible was his beloved, his wife in the same village, a lover who grew up with his childhood sweetheart, that damn **, a thorn in his heart, he and his wife have three children, but the first one doesn't look like his own, damn nobleman. I curse it, spit on it!(ps;**, it was a kind of aristocratic privilege in the European Middle Ages, every commoner under the rule of the nobility, on the night before the wedding, must send his bride to the lord's house, let the lord break his virginity, if the commoner dares to marry privately, or the bride's first time is not given to the lord - capital crime!)

It was already noon, smoke was already rising from many thatched huts and tiled houses, and the mothers and wives of the village began to call out to their children and husbands.

The buffalo by the pond wallow in the shallows, coating their dry skin in muddy water, and drawing innocent laughter from a group of half-grown children around them.

There was only one chapel in the village, and the only priest was a drunkard and a pervert, and at this time he believed that he should be drunk again, and he went to the widow to make him repent.

The pool of holy water under the huge cross outside the church had long since dried up, and the water from the faucet was dripping down.

This qiē tranquility and comfort disappeared with the loud sound of the big bell in the center of the village.

"The barbarians are here!"

"The strong men in the village gather at the entrance of the village, remember to take the guys!"

"All the young women and children went to the church for shelter!"

"Kunman, don't eat it, get on your horse and ask for help!"

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More than ten years ago, there was a Viking raid, and the lucky surviving old village chief gave various orders in an orderly manner.

The midday sun is like blood, and the breeze is disturbing!

On the rolling mountain beams, about a hundred horsemen appeared like ghosts, and the knights on the horses were all carrying sabers, with a longbow on their shoulders, piercing the sky, and two pots of arrows made of animal bones hung on each side of the saddle, exuding a cold and bloodthirsty light. Hannibal, heavily armed, was among them. At this moment, Hannibal was looking displeased, because he had just made a bet with the Viking warrior in the same village, who liked to bet, and lost the bet to pay the other party for the two daggers on his waist.

Nearly 100 Viking warriors drank their horses, and they stood solemnly on the mountain beam like wolves, staring sharply at the bottom of the mountain for a moment, and not far from the bottom of the mountain was the quiet and comfortable village.

Since successfully breaking through the Ottoman army's defenses, the eldest son of the new patriarch Moilima (remember the promotion of ten thousand households) - went to Jin Wanchi, and at the sound of an order, 2,000 Viking warriors divided into 20 strands and rushed in all directions like 20 poisonous snakes.

Soon there were about 350 sturdy Ottoman civilians gathered at the entrance of the village, all of them well-dressed men, ranging in age from seventeen to eighteen to forty, who carried all kinds of weapons in their hands, such as dung forks, kitchen knives, guillotines, sickles used to cut wheat, etc., and only a few had decent one-handed swords or axes.

One of them, who looked quite clever, looked left and right, draped a chain mail that was so old that I don't know when, the chain mail was rusty, and now it looked more like a black woolen vest, and the axe in his hand swung three times in the air, and shouted in horror: "On the hillside!

On the mountain beam, Hannibal's old village chief, Leo, suddenly looked cold, turned his horse away, and Hannibal and other 100 Viking warriors followed, quickly hiding behind the mountain beam.

Five minutes later, Hannibal and his party appeared ghostly at the entrance of the village, They chatted with each other with playful and playful expressions, as if they were in their own pastures, almost ignoring the more than 300 strong men at the entrance of the village, even the war horses under the crotch were unusually lax, and they walked slowly with their lazy four hooves, dealing with these farmers, they didn't need to charge at all, the difference between soldiers and civilians is that the division of labor is different The farmer is farming, and the soldier is killing, but anyone who has blood on his hands is better than the farmer, Hannibal and his party have this confidence, even if they only pounce on 30 Viking warriors rushing over, they can slaughter these farmers。 And there was no death, at most minor injuries.

Compared with the calm and lazy of Hannibal and his party, who were inferior in numbers, the more than 300 strong men who had a numerical advantage at the entrance of the village were all extremely frightened, and the "weapons" in their hands were also trembling slightly、、、、、

Hannibal continued to walk slowly, yawned, took out the water bag full of mare's milk wine in his arms, raised his head and poured it, and then poked the big brother who always liked to bet with him, and threw the water bag over, and the Viking warrior was stunned, and reflexively took the water bag that Hannibal threw in his hand, and also raised his head and poured a big mouthful.

Hannibal: "Let's make another bet!"

Viking Warrior: "Bet on what, how?"

Hannibal squinted ahead, about five hundred meters away from him, and the more than 300 strong men lined up in a crowded formation said: "Count the fourth on the left! Two daggers and five sheep!"

Then he raised his neck and patted his Adam's apple with his right hand.

The Viking warrior smiled and nodded, as if he was afraid that Hannibal would regret it, and quickly drew his longbow from behind his back, drew an arrow from under the saddle, and shot it away!

A feathered arrow swept through the air, coldly piercing the throat of the fourth on the left side of the first row.

"Uh~~"

The poor and honest farmer let out a half-scream and fell headlong, and the entire strong man phalanx was immediately in chaos, and the few people in the front row quickly moved a step back. The "weapons" in their hands trembled even more.

Hannibal slapped his head in disappointment, untied two more daggers from his waist, and handed them to the Viking warrior.

This time, the Viking warrior did not take it in his hand, but flicked his horse's head, and got closer to Hannibal, rubbing his hands vigorously as if he wanted to say something: "That, that, little mud to discuss something!"

"I don't want the dagger or the sheep, can you steal a pair of your sister Lydia's underwear for me when I get back!"

"Unwashed!"

Hannibal snarled with a black face, "Get out!"

The Viking warrior pursed his lips and said with a pitiful expression: "What are you annoyed about? I will be your brother-in-law one day sooner or later!"

Hearing this, Hannibal changed his face again, and said with a wicked smile: "Then if I tell you about the places my sister Lydia frequents, or the daily itinerary, if necessary, I can help you hold her hands down, or even push her buttocks, how much is it worth?"

The Viking warrior slapped his thigh and said categorically: "300 sheep!"

Hannibal stretched out his horsewhip and exchanged a banner with the other party: "It's set!"

Leo, the old village chief, suddenly burst into laughter, and tears came out of his eyes: "Look at the kid on the far left in the first row, peeing his pants! hahaha、、、、"

All the Viking warriors looked in the direction of the old chief's finger, and sure enough, the farmer had a wooden but unusually sharp dung fork in his hand, and his legs trembled, and his left shoe and left leg pants were wet.

Hahahaha、、、、、、

Outside the quiet village, the Vikings laughed wildly.

Only Hannibal did not smile, touching his chin and squinting at the peeing of his pants.

Everyone around wondered, how did the lively Hannibal turn sex?

Hannibal said in the tone of an academic professor: "From the position of his urine, I can conclude that his "thing" is habitually placed on the left!"

All the Viking warriors were stunned for a moment, and then 、、、、

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