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When Hannibal gave the order to smoke Jobs just now, everyone dared to step forward, and in the end it was Stuart who took matters into his own hands.

The leading messenger, whose face was still pale (frightened), smiled unnaturally at Hannibal, and as a result of the trembling of his left hand, Hannibal himself handed him a large sip of mare's milk wine, and his eyes turned to wake up.

Hold your crotch tightly with your right hand at all times、、、

"Brother, why don't I vacate a tent for you now, find a few slave girls, and let you try it? See if the function is "damaged"? To be honest, the knife is very sharp, and even if it doesn't touch it, it might scratch a little skin!"

"A man would rather be missing an arm or thigh, and that thing can't be fine!"

Hannibal handed over a large piece of lamb shank again with his hand, and said as he lifted it.

"Woo woo、、、、"

As soon as Hannibal's words fell, the leading messenger immediately fell into Hannibal's arms like a little girl who had been ravaged by an army of 100,000 in turn, surrounded Hannibal to death, and began to cry.

Hannibal and Stewart, who was already tired and sweating, looked at each other and smacked their lips: "Damn!

"Don't stop pumping me!

"Village chief, it was you who said you were going to go to war, and I gave the order!"

Eventually, the messenger tried it in Hannibal's tent, but it was a little difficult at first**, and everything else was logical after that、、、

When the carefully selected slave girls in the tent began to let out a sultry gasp, Hannibal and Jobs, who were listening to the roots of the wall outside the tent, breathed a long sigh of relief, now they can be said to be really unstable, if they start a war with the Carthaginians, they are really not very sure, you must know that the Carthaginians are a famous fighting people, and each is good at horsemanship, Hannibal estimates that most of them are cavalry, and the barbarians of the wilderness are not fuel-efficient lamps except for the backward points.

The next day, Hannibal dropped a word and took Stewart and 50 guards with the messenger and personally rushed to the Carthaginian camp to conclude an alliance. The reason for this was simple: the Carthaginians sent two large gifts to show their sincerity, a comprehensive and detailed topographical map of the abandoned highlands, and a box of diamonds worth between 15 and 200,000 gold coins. Hannibal was too shy to come up with a decent gift in return, so he had to go in person.

Hannibal's words were: "Listen to Little Joe about the knife, and listen to the pony for everything except the knife!"

"Especially with your brain!"

As soon as Hannibal left, Jobs beckoned a vote to slaughter the lambs, and Marcus went up to stop him, and Hannibal's cattle were almost finished, and the barbarians consumed as much meat as 100,000 hungry wolves.

Jobs took out the dagger on his waist and stabbed it into the neck of the ewe lifted with one hand in his hand, and grinned at the air on Marcus's left side (he looked away again): "Little pony!

said with a yin face: "**Slaughter sheep with your brain??"

Marcus: "、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、"

The base camp of the Carthaginians is much larger than Hannibal's fortress, and it is also much stronger and more complicated, it is normal, Hannibal has only entered the abandoned heights for less than a year, and the Carthaginian rebels have been entrenched here for more than ten years, and they have been operating much longer than Hannibal, Hannibal is still very immature in front of his predecessors who have successfully established themselves in the dangerous land of the abandoned heights.

Looking at the pure copper pouring up and down of the fortress is the gate slowly rising, and the black moat about ten meters wide, exuding a perennial condensation, strong and extremely corpse smell, it seems that they can gain a foothold here after a difficult and bloody baptism of flesh and blood, and the price paid is not small, all the walls poured with marble, mercury and clay, as well as the hundreds of ballistas on the city wall, all make Hannibal sigh.

The Carthaginian fortress was a little more than twice the size of Hannibal's, and Hannibal rode on a white serpent, dressed in captured blood-colored armor, pulling the reins of a horse in one hand, holding his helmet in the other, and behind the back of his head were braids as thick as little thumbs that had been carefully woven by a dozen slave girls the previous night.

Three or five boys and girls, with shy but curious eyes, hid behind their parents and looked at Hannibal and the guards behind him. There was a clanging sound, and Hannibal casually looked around to see at least four blacksmith shops, in which dwarves and Westerners were beaten, presumably slaves. Looking at the crude armor and weapons on the shelves, Hannibal was once again compared to others, and his own blacksmith could only produce wooden shields and arrows and spear throwing 、、、、、、、、、、、

"Hahaha、、、、"

Hannibal had barely dismounted on the broad back of an orc slave, and before he could turn around, he was attracted by a hearty laugh of déjà vu, all so familiar、、、、

It's so similar!

The middle-aged man, who was surrounded by a group of nobles dressed in silk, was apparently the leader of the Carthaginians, and like Hannibal, he was dressed in animal skins and thick hair on his chest, making him seem like some kind of honey-eating beast more than human. He was only about 1.75 meters tall (very short among the barbarians), and Hannibal immediately saw in him the figure of the big Danyu-German-Mace, which he regarded as his idol, and it was so similar, both in temperament and in appearance. Especially Da Danyu's rough appearance, but in fact treacherous energy, is also the same as this person.

"Hahahaha、、、 boy! I didn't expect you to survive, you must know that when the head of the blood-colored shackles, that girl mentioned that he wanted to cooperate with me to destroy you and make a fortune, I was really a little moved、、!、、、!

"I, the former Carthage Marquis of Wanhu and now the defector, Hannibal, extend to you the sincerity of my ally!"

"Wait, what's your name?"

Hannibal thought for a moment that he had misheard.

Other: "Hannibal!?What's wrong?Do you have relatives with that name?"

Hannibal swallowed and pouted, not knowing what to say.

Stewart stood up at the right time and said, "Our prince is also called Hannibal!"

hiss

There was a suppressed sound of cold air around them, and the atmosphere was extremely subtle and awkward in an instant, because all barbarians were dissolute and egoistic, and this was something in their blood, so they hated people with the same name as themselves very much, especially barbarians, often two barbarians with the same name met together, either after becoming brothers, the other changed his name or duel until one of them died.

When Hannibal of Carthage heard this, he was also stunned, and then raised his hand, and two heavily armed guards behind him brought a high chair, and he sat down casually with a golden sword, and the two bewitching slave girls immediately went up with a charming smile.

Hannibal of Carthage looked directly at Hannibal, and his hands reached into the breasts of the two slave girls, and under the gaze of nearly a thousand people, if no one was playing and kneading.

"Do you have a last name?"

After some juggling, Hannibal of Carthage finally spoke.

Hannibal: "Tarantino!"

Hannibal of Carthage began to laugh loudly when he heard this: "Hahahaha、、、 it seems that you are better than me! I am a dog mongrel, I don't know who my parents are, I don't have a surname, and even Hannibal's name was obtained by myself!"

"That's it! I'll change my name!"

Hannibal's inner monologue: "it!"

The nobles around Hannibal of Carthage whispered in disagreement.

Carthage's Hannibal hand was drawn from the chest of the slave girl who was already blushing and gasping, and it was raised high, and an undoubted aura instantly covered it.

"And! I want you to help me!"

Hannibal of Carthage pointed at Hannibal without question. Everyone could see that he didn't mean to joke in the slightest. The protests of the nobles began to gradually become louder, and the lord was honored, and the lord was ashamed, and the lord was ashamed! Their own masters were so arrogant and disregarded their faces, so that they could 、、、

Hannibal had beads of sweat on his face and an inner monologue: "It's too messy, isn't it!?"

"And, I'm going to have your last name!"

Another sentence of Hannibal of Carthage almost made the group of nobles who followed him to eat almost turn their backs.

It was obvious to everyone that Hannibal was shaking、、、

Hannibal met the other man's eyes, without a hint of banter, he was serious.

The barbarian will not refuse hypocritically or hypocritically, since the other party is real, the barbarian will definitely not have the slightest grind, Hannibal smiled and met the other party's eyes, opened his mouth and said: "Heinrich!"

Heinrich: "I take your last name, don't mind!"

Hannibal squinted and nodded.

"Very well, from this moment on, my name is Heinrich Tarantino!"

"How many children do I have?" Heinrich said, turning his head slightly and asking one of his attendants in a strange arc.

"Twelve sons, four daughters, Lord Lord!

Heinrich slapped his thigh rudely, revealing a mouthful of rotten yellow teeth that had not been properly maintained: "Very good! From today onwards, they have a surname, and they will be called Tarantino!"

Heinrich looked around and grinned stupidly, "Who stipulates that if you follow his surname, you will become his son, and the elder brother cannot take the younger brother's surname?"

said and slapped Hannibal on the shoulder fiercely: "We barbarians spit on a stump, I said your surname, you and I will be brothers from today onwards!"

After saying that, he took Hannibal's shoulders affectionately and walked towards the tent in the center, while Heinrich's nobles were responsible for greeting Stewart and his party.

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