Five days later, inside the fortress of Hannibal!

Thousands of simple targets are tied to the stump at the forefront, 300 meters outside the target, rows of Anglo warriors with heavy double-edged axes on their backs are practicing design, musket shooting, but only three rounds of test firing, to Hannibal's surprise, most of these Anglo warriors are actually very accurate, dare not say that 100 shots and 100 steps through the Yang, 300 meters away to hit a human-sized object is absolutely no problem, Hannibal does not understand the principle of muskets, responsible for teaching these Anglo warriors musket shooting goblin "musket team" But I know why, because the musket has a strong recoil at the moment it is fired, and it is easy to be crooked if the control is not good, but the Anglos are born with great strength, and those recoil forces are directly diluted on them, and their thick and powerful shoulders and arms directly and firmly carry the recoil, plus these Anglos hunt all year round, and the innate hunter blood,

From time to time, there were rhythmic bursts of gunfire in the fortress, and the shouts of the goblin instructors.

On the left side of the shooting range where thousands of Anglo warriors practiced shooting, a group of people were surrounded, including hundreds of Viking warriors and Anglo warriors, as well as Cnut's Arab guards, and even a few Anglo women holding children, they both men and women kept roaring excitedly and roughly, Cnut and Hannibal were also among them, the two of them hugged their shoulders affectionately, touched their wine glasses, and shouted excitedly and wildly, completely ignoring the saliva of nearly ten or so people splashed into their wine glasses.

In the center of the field are two pheasants, the male pheasant, scratching each other and pecking at each other. One of his necks was covered with blood, and the other had broken wings and hung limply to the side, and he walked with a limp.

Hannibal tilted his head and poured a sip of mare's milk wine, and when he drank it, his eyes looked at the field, his face was fanatical, he put down his wine glass and waved his arms: "Pay! Pay!"

The rooster, whose neck was full of blood, flapped its wings again, gave the other party a blow, and finally lay on the ground due to excessive blood loss, convulsions kept twitching, not knowing whether to live or die, and the other rooster pounced without hesitation, and the flesh and blood were blurred three or two pecks, and the bright feathers sticking to the blood flew one after another.

Seeing this, Canute jumped two meters on the spot, and his hands were stretched out and his chest was facing the west reverently: "Thank Allah Allah"

"Take the money, take the money!" shouted after a second of breaking the gong, grabbing Hannibal's hand.

"Go, you haven't won, look at your sè?"

Unconvinced, Hannibal tossed a bag of gold coins to Canute.

Canute stretched out his hand, shook the money bag in his hand with a wicked smile, and shook it twice in front of Hannibal: "Thank you, my dear friend and partner!"

"Come on! My esteemed friend and business partner, Knut, how about we have done two tricks!"

Hannibal suddenly stood up and crossed his waist to Cnut, who was counting the money, and suddenly raised his voice and shouted, Hannibal's purpose was to let them hear, so that Cnut would have no face to refuse!

The crowd of people of all colors in a circle was stunned for five seconds, and then instantly erupted into a tidal wave of shouts.

"Lord, you will win! I bet 30 gold coins on the prince to win, bet on 200 gold coins Knut to win!" This is Stewart, and the last half of the sentence is very quiet.

"I'll bet on my wife's tits to be touched, ten bubbles of urine to dry, the prince wins! I'll bet on my family's potatoes of 100 pounds of Knut to win!"

As soon as the big ** finished speaking, Jobs did not hesitate to bet all his savings, and Hannibal lost, staring at it secretly while betting, and the big ** was feeding the baby's daughter-in-law's milk and son.

"Bet on our boss to win 1,000 gold coins, who dares to sit in the bank??" These are the guards of Knut.

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Knut straightened his Arabesque turban, counted the money slowly, and then looked up at Hannibal and smiled: "Yes! But I've never done anything unprofitable! Just like buying my weapons, you need to tell me first, how much bet are you going to make?"

Hannibal sniffed: "5000 gold coins!"

Canute patted the dust on his legs, picked up the glass of wine that had been sprayed by an unknown number of saliva and drank it all, and then jumped off the field!

"Bet!"

Hannibal also jumped off the field, pulled out the "ambitious gentleman" from his waist and threw it to Jobs, and then looked at the two of Canute for three seconds, and after three seconds, the two turned their backs to each other, and began to unload their armor at the same time without saying a word, and the cuirasse, elbow pads, wrist guards, and leg guards, one by one, were removed one by one, until both of them were wearing only the coarse cloth lining inside the armor.

This action made the outlaws of all races and regions present scream, and an Anglo woman was so excited that she almost threw the baby in her arms.

Hannibal beckoned to a Viking warrior, the Viking warrior smiled, and without hesitation, he pulled out the "desert scimitar" he had just received and threw it to Hannibal, Hannibal did not want to use the "ambitious gentleman" to take advantage of Knut, if it was a matter of money, Hannibal really wanted to take advantage of it, but the competition, Hannibal did not want to be clever at all.

"Lord, take it easy! I haven't had blood on my hands yet, don't break it!!" The Viking warrior who handed Hannibal the scimitar screamed loudly, and now they were each equipped with a high-quality "desert scimitar" and a three-meter-long axe gun, which can be said to be really armed to the asshole, using an axe gun when charging, and a scimitar when fighting, but the armor on his body is almost there, and he wears everything, and it is disorganized, and at first glance it is not a regular army, like a bandit.

The Anglo warriors were more neatly equipped than they were, and now all the remaining Anglo warriors, each with a large and heavy rectangular shield, a heavy and new double-edged axe in a cowhide bag on his back, two daggers pinned to his waist, and wearing black leather armor sewn by the slaves - the same style, and also equipped with two muskets, one long and one short, stood in a neat row and looked much more imposing than Hannibal's personal guards, the "eldest son's regiment" and the "second son's regiment".

Canute also pulled out his rusty scimitar from his waist, and made a gesture of invitation to Hannibal, signaling Hannibal to attack first.

Hannibal smiled: "You are older, you are first!"

Knut also smiled: "You have a noble status, you first!"

"You're welcome!"

Hannibal suddenly raised his knife and slashed at Knut's shoulder, and it was you're welcome to say it after he had finished slashing.

Knut was obviously stunned, this barbarian was really not as rough and honest as he looked on the outside, holding the knife in his left hand, grabbing the heaviest position on the knife with his right hand, his left foot retreated half a step and his upper body was immediately half a cut shorter, and he held the scimitar with both hands and held it high, blocking Hannibal's powerful and incomparably sudden slash.

Hannibal struck an unsuccessful blow and quickly pulled back, Knut smiled and shook his head, his right hand behind his back, his left hand holding a knife in one hand, and the two began to circle each other.

"Cut 、、、、、" Hannibal's shameless sudden blow just now caused many Canute guards to boo, but it was a pity that they underestimated Hannibal, a fifteen-year-old but young savage, with a thick skin.

The money-hungry Canute seemed to be stimulated by Hannibal's 5,000 gold coin gambling, and planned to show some real skills, and Hannibal turned vigilantly between them, suddenly rolled on the spot, quickly moved two meters forward, and when he was half-squatting on the ground from the new front, the scimitar in his left hand quickly reached his right hand and stabbed Hannibal's thigh, this series of actions was extremely coherent in one go, without a trace of mud and water, in the end, it was a slave trader who made money from the knife.

This move is very difficult to block, the position of the attack is low in altitude, you have to bend if you want to block it, and the opponent is a stab not a cut, it is difficult if you want to pick it up, so you can only dodge.

Hannibal's eyes widened and he turned sideways to the left to avoid Cnut's stab, but a figure like Cnut crawling out of the pile of dead people could intuitively guess which direction Hannibal was hiding again, and the knife from his right hand quickly changed to a stab.

Poof!

With a bang, Hannibal's thick linen pants were peeled open, and a very long but shallow wound appeared on Hannibal's buttocks, revealing a red smooth briefs inside, which looked very high-grade and blatantly silk!

When a pair of bright red silk panties came into everyone's eyes, Knut was visibly distracted for a few seconds.

"Look, look at it, I'm a low-key person, don't I like to wear silk in it?"

Hannibal blushed and tore a thick piece of linen from his trouser leg, wrapped it around the bleeding wound on his thigh, and beckoned to Canute to signal that he was okay to continue.

The little guy was a rookie, and after Hannibal dodged Knut's first blow, Cnut's mind flashed through the words. As soon as you fight, you can judge the strength and weakness immediately. Although Hannibal is powerful and moves very quickly in every move, he obviously does not know any skills at all, and he only seeks to defeat the enemy with one move, otherwise he will die with the enemy, which may not be obvious on the battlefield, but when it comes to fighting alone、、、 this is probably a common problem of all barbarians.

After only ten moves, Hannibal had no ability to parry, Canute began to hold his right hand behind his back, with a faint smile, holding a knife in his left hand, and kept playing Hannibal, for a while his body gently tilted to let Hannibal make all his efforts to split or stab, and then at the moment when Hannibal passed by himself, he hit Hannibal's elastic ass with the back of the knife, and for a while, while Hannibal was panting, he swung the scimitar into a fishnet-like tight afterimage, covering Hannibal, Hannibal could only retreat, trying his best to resist, despite this, he was scratched and scratched by Knut's worn-out scimitar in many places, are all minor injuries, every injury is just right, the kind that will condense by itself half a minute after the injury, Hannibal himself knows in his heart that this is still Cnut's mercy, he wants his life here easily,

Everyone outside the arena was no longer interested, and it turned out that Hannibal was a big step behind Canute in terms of skill, and they began to chat.