Chapter Thirty-Nine: Go Hate It!
How do you feel when you kill someone?
Old Quentin happily smoked with the pure gold cigarette gun that Hannibal gave him, and suddenly asked without a head!
Poof!
Hannibal stuffed his mouth full of all kinds of meat and sprayed old Quentin in the face!
"You old immortal thing, people eat quietly, why do you ask such disgusting questions?"
Seeing this, the aunt was the first to attack, got up, grabbed old Quentin's ear, and asked.
"Yo yo!!It hurts! You let go first! I don't mean anything else, just ask the child what's wrong, you let go first! The old woman γγγγ"
Old Quentin was grabbed by the ear, and his face was distorted, and it seemed that Aunt Hannibal was not lightly attacked. Hurry up and beg for mercy!
Hannibal swallowed everything in his mouth, looked at old Quentin, and sighed, "I don't know how to tell you the question you asked?"
Old Quentin and Aunt Hannibal both looked at Hannibal quietly and stopped fighting!
Hannibal: "I don't know why, I had a pleasure from the first killing, a very strong pleasure, like γγγ"
Old Quentin interrupted, "It's like a psychopathic murderer, isn't it?"
Hannibal snorted and asked, "How do you know?"
Old Quentin hurriedly buried his head in a cigarette: "Hey, hey, hey, heyγγγ guess!
Later, no matter how Hannibal asked, the old Quentin was just a little bit of a rampant, and he would talk about him left and right, one would say that he would go to the bath and massage, and the other would go to the market to buy tobacco.
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Soon three days passed, and the messenger of Da Danyu, with 8 horses and 100 cattle, 400 sheep and 100 slaves, came to Hannibal's tent.
"Centurion Hannibal, come out and receive your exploits!"
Hannibal Old Quentin Lydia and Aunt Hannibal run out of the tent together!
The Vikings don't play with that kind of vain thing like kneeling down to receive orders, since you got it for your exploits, that's what you deserve. Hannibal brushed the messenger straight past him, pounced on the brutes, climbed on his horse, chased the ox, picked up a sheep and kissed him vigorously, and finally greeted the ragged slaves with handcuffs and shackles. The slaves were affectionately numb and did not respond in return.
"I said, Chief Hannibal, will you sign it, I have to go somewhere else!"
Hannibal then took a panicked sheep and ran to the messenger and signed his name on the messenger's list! In fact, Hannibal had already guessed that he was going to be the village chief, and he reported that he had killed 31 people, which he remembered, and if he didn't remember, he should have not killed him, and the hyena flag owner Akmund analyzed it to Hannibal, and his exploits in saving the lives of Hai Dongqing and his own people were enough to be a centurion, and the old village chief Leo was still killed in battle, although he had a son and his property to inherit, but the village chief had to be reappointed, and the centurion was not hereditary!
Butterfly effect, if the Hai Dongqing did not send out the news in time, the Viking warriors who came to assemble would be eaten up in batches, you must know that in addition to the two banner owners, the number of Viking warriors in each other group is not more than 500, and the number of Viking warriors in batches is no different from sending them to death, if the Viking warriors of the two banners die near Goethe, then I am afraid that it is not the Ottomans who take the initiative to send peace envoys but Vikings!
After signing the letter, the messenger handed Hannibal a token of pure gold, which was a centurion token, and had the right to kill and kill under his rule!
It's just that Hannibal couldn't figure out why Da Danyu gave so many slaves while giving only so many livestock???
In addition to receiving these livestock and slaves as a reward, Hannibal also got a piece of his own territory, which can also be said to be pasture, not very fertile, but very large, larger than that of his adoptive father Quentin Sr., who finally left Quentin Sr. 50 sheep and three cows as a reward for his nurturing grace over the years, and exchanged two sturdy horses for Quentin Sr. Quentin for the "White Snake"
Driving cattle, sheep, horses, and slaves, riding white horses and humming songs, they walked towards their own territory! They were accompanied by three Hannibal recruited village guards, all of whom were the eldest or second sons, and had no right of inheritance! They pulled half a cart of ordnance and five tents!
"Centurion, Centurion!"
Hannibal was halfway through his song when a deep baritone voice sounded behind him.
Hannibal quickly dug his nostrils and looked back, a somewhat familiar man, about 30 years old, bearded, wearing chain mail, very good-looking, relatively handsome among the Vikings, belonging to the type of man and woman who would naturally make people feel good, with a smile on his face, with a herd of sheep and cattle and slaves and a cart full of armor behind him!
Hannibal's mind was racing for a while, and he remembered that this was one of the brothers of Hyena Banner, who had fought side by side with him for a while, and he had drunk the blood of other people's horses!
Looking at his posture, eighty percent of them came to give him a reward from the lord of the Akmund banner, and then look at it, well, those ten slaves are all female slaves! Didn't you say that I should pick them myself, why should I give them women, I can't fight, I can't do heavy work, I can't change equipment soldiers! But Akmund is quite particular, and the girls who give Hannibal are all young slave girls, and no matter how you look, they all look very good, and they don't exceed 30!
"Big brother!
Hannibal rode up to meet him, stretched out his whip with a smiling face, and said, he can't remember what people call them, they can only call them that!
The other party stretched out his horsewhip and tapped it lightly on Hannibal's whip, and said in a joking tone: "Little mud! No, it's a centurion!"
Hannibal blushed and touched the back of his head: "Go! Go!
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They both laughed at the same time.
The other man pointed to a dry of livestock armor and slaves behind him: "Take it!"
Hannibal nodded: "Do you use a signature?"
"No, this is the flag master's reward! Sign the word of Raushzi???"
The other party waved his hand boldly.
Hannibal grabbed the other party's arm: "Here, don't think about leaving early, go and have a drink with me!"
"Talking about it, it's lonely on the way to the territory!"
As soon as Hannibal finished speaking, he saw that the other party looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, and the bold appearance just now became twisted!
What a clever man Hannibal could tell at a glance that the other party was asking for himself!
Hannibal shook off the hand that grabbed the other party and said: "If you have something to say, you can say it, grinding and chirping like a girl, don't you treat me as a brotherγγγ?
"No! I really don't know how to speak!"
The other party twisted again!
Hannibal frowned and raised his neck: "Say!"
"I have a younger brother, because he is the second son, and he has no inheritance rights, and he wants to give you this as a guardγγγ?
Before the other could finish speaking, Hannibal preemptively shouted.
"That's itγNo problem!"
The other party said helplessly: "Don't be in a hurry to agree, my brother γγγ he said that his brain is not good!"
Hannibal: "γγγγγγγγγγγγγγγγγγγγ"
"Come here! Come here!"
Hannibal was stunned when he beckoned behind him and motioned for one of the Vikings in the car behind him to come over!
This should be the younger brother with a bad brain in his mouth!
The "younger brother" quickly strode forward, ran to Hannibal and the "elder brother", and smiled widely: "Brother!
Hannibal's eyes almost glared, a swarthy lump of flesh between two meters 7 and two meters 8 meters tall stood in front of him, with a pair of bare feet, the climate of the wasteland at this time was already extremely cold, Hannibal thought he was more cold-resistant, and he was wearing a leather coat, this swarthy flesh ball was good, he was wearing a torn linen shorts, and he was bare most of the entire upper and lower body, and he kept wiping sweat!
Hannibal was on a horse, but he found that this "younger brother" was a swarthy lump of flesh, and he could actually look at γγγγ level with himself!
This younger brother has muscles comparable to iron blocks, and his face is extremely ugly, how he looks like an orangutan, and his chest is densely covered with large black chest hair. The most interesting thing is that he is still a squint, when one eye is looking directly, the eyeball of the other eye seems to be hidden in the temple.
Hannibal looked at "brother" in a daze, and said, "Brother, are you sure your mother hasn't had a ???leg with any beast or anything like that?"
"Brother" also blushed and touched the back of his head: "Go! Go! I hate it!"
The "elder brother" slapped the back of the "younger brother's" head vigorously: "Quick! I've seen the centurion master!"
"Huh!"
"Brother" agreed, then covered his chest with his right hand, bowed to the air to the left of Hannibal, and said, "Hello master!"
Hannibal: "γγγγγγγγγγγγγγγγγ"
Then he turned his head to look at "brother" with a blank face.
The elder brother took out a piece of black cowhide and smiled while wiping his sweat: "This, this can be cured!"
Hannibal gently knocked his "brother" on the forehead with his horsewhip: "Oh, buddy, I'm here!"
"Brother" looked at Hannibal's position again, covered his chest again, and bowed to the air on Hannibal's right side: "Hello master!"
Hannibal: "γγγγγγγγγγγγγγγγγγ"
Hannibal jumped off his horse and looked at the younger brother of the "younger brother", (Hannibal could only see this position when he got off the height of the horse) and smiled: "What's your name?"
"My name is Steve Jobs!"
A thunderous reply.
Hannibal scratched his buzzing ears and said, "What do you say your name, say it again!"
"My name is Steve Jobs!"
Hannibal nodded: "Jobs!"
"Do you fight, do you insult people, do you play hooligan?