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Chapter 1645 Rise (7)

"tax card?"

When Zhao Hu heard Mengda's words, his face froze strangely. Thinking that he had traveled all the way to this poor place to beat the Kazakhs and was charged for money, the fat man who never did business at a loss was angry. The anger in my heart suddenly exploded, and I sternly said to Mengda who was next to me: "I went to help them beat the Kazakhs, and I dared to ask for money from me! Come with me to see who is the idiot who has eaten the heart and leopard's guts ,"

With a cold expression on his face, the fat man rode his horse from the back of the team to the front fence railing. He saw a middle-aged nobleman in white trimmed patterns leading a dozen peasant soldiers in broken leather armor with an arrogant face. Standing in front of the wooden roadblock, counting the number of cavalry behind him with his fingers, he muttered in a low voice.

The sandstorm in front shaved these fat cavalry into disgrace, and the sand on their bodies was covered with a thick layer. The image was as miserable as it was, and they couldn't tell that they were soldiers at all. They were directly regarded by middle-aged nobles as Those nobles who fled from the south.

Seeing these great northern aristocrats who used to be aloof, swallowing their anger in front of him, the middle-aged aristocrats felt very refreshed: "You, it's you, that fat man!"

Seeing the unique figure of the fat man approaching from behind the cavalry, the middle-aged noble realized that this fat man should be the leader of the cavalry, the muttering in his mouth stopped, pointing contemptuously at the fat man and shouting arrogantly like a male duck : "You are passing through the territory of the Marquis of Loka. According to the "Empire Lords Act", each of you needs to pay a protection fee of a small silver Luke."

The middle-aged nobleman paused for a while, and continued to the fat man with a sly face: "Each of your horses needs to pay a big silver Luke, and we will guarantee your safety in the Marquis of Loka's territory according to the law."

"As long as I give you money, can you really guarantee our safety?"

Fatty looked at the gesticulating middle-aged aristocrat below, and suppressed the anger in his heart, but his red and fat face became more and more cute. Mengda next to him felt cold when he saw this naive look.

"The cuter this fat man smiles, the harder he strikes, this guy is going to be in bad luck!~"

"Yes, yes, as long as you give us money, everything else will be fine. You have to believe in the strength of our Luoka family. We are a big family with a 500-member army. Even the Kazakhs who run rampant in the north dare not provoke us. Without the protection of our Luoka family, the Kazakhs will definitely chop off your heads and spend money to eliminate disasters, and you will make a lot of money."

The middle-aged aristocrat, who hadn't felt that he was about to face disaster, responded with a smile on his face. He skillfully gestured with his right hand to see how the Kazakhs were beheading people, and secretly rejoiced that he was about to have a large sum of money in his account.

"These nobles are like this. As long as the fierce Kazakhs are mentioned, everything is easy to talk about."

In fact, this is not the territory of the Marquis of Loka at all. It’s just that the nobles of Satduo were killed and ran away under the attack of the Kazakhs. The Loka family in the south dared to stay here relying on their own troops. , saw a large number of northern refugees fleeing from here to the south some time ago, and set up checkpoints in these unowned lands on a whim, and made a fortune.

"I'm a knight going on a tour. See how much money we need for so many people! Can it be less? You know that this year's harvest is not good!"

The fat man turned his head in embarrassment, looked at the cavalry behind him, and gestured with his hands in embarrassment, like a northern noble who fled in distress but wanted to maintain his dignity.

"Okay, just give me four hundred silver Lukes."

The middle-aged aristocrat smiled knowingly, and stretched out his four fingers to shake in front of the fat man's horse. There are too many nobles who want to save face like this. They are going to the south to escape or to travel to the knights. As long as they are willing If you give me the money, even if you go to the Kazakhs, I won't stop you from hacking.

"Only four hundred silver Lukes! I'm so worried."

The middle-aged nobleman let out a sigh of relief when he saw the fat man on the horse, patted his chest with his right hand, and then took out a spotted leopard skin purse from his bucket-like waist, which was gorgeously inlaid with dozens of small gemstones. , There was a crisp sound of metal "cracking" collisions inside.

The money bag inlaid with precious stones dazzled the middle-aged nobleman in the bright sunlight. Looking at the valuable gemstones on the surface of the money bag and hearing the heavy and wonderful business coming from inside, the middle-aged nobleman couldn't help but thump in his heart. .

"This is a fat fish that cannot be fattened!"

This extravagant purse was the most eye-catching thing that the fat man saw among the belongings brought back from Munda yesterday. According to the fat man's words: A man's courage is his purse, and a man must have a flamboyant one. purse.

"Come on, these are all yours!"

Seeing the regretful middle-aged nobleman below, the fat man knew that the prey had been hooked, and shook the money bag in his hand at the middle-aged nobleman below, which made the eyes of the middle-aged nobleman below burst out with greed.

"These are mine!"

Hearing the fat man's words, the middle-aged nobleman below couldn't hold back his greedy desire any longer, and stretched out his hand to the money bag in the fat man's hand with his eyes dazed, wishing he could hold the money bag in his hands.

"Ah!" The middle-aged noble who threw himself at the money bag suddenly let out a shrill scream. His whole body was kicked out by the violent force, and his body rolled on the ground. The fat man on the horse was kicked off.

"F*ck your grandma, dare to ask me for money, I'm his ancestor!"

The fat man was like an irritated fat bear in hibernation. He jumped off the horse with one foot, one foot after another, and stepped on the deformed palm of the middle-aged nobleman. The middle-aged nobleman screamed in pain. , like a high-spirited and low-pitched tenor song, which is a few heights higher than the drake-like voice just now, almost tearing everyone's ears, even the most famous tenors in the empire would be ashamed to hear it .

The peasants and soldiers around could clearly hear the crisp cracking sound of the bones under the fat man's feet, but looking at the gleaming blades on the hands of the nearby cavalry, no one dared to step forward to rescue the middle-aged nobleman, who was allowed to be killed like a man. The mouse nailed to the ground screamed and screamed as it was trampled by a humanoid bear.

"You don't need to be beaten like that, and you still learn to be a road tyrant like a car bandit. It really embarrasses the road tyrant! If you don't have time today, Mr. Tiger, you will have both your hands useless!"

The fat man saw the middle-aged nobleman who had passed out, and kicked the completely shattered palm of the middle-aged nobleman with his feet, and found that the middle-aged nobleman had really passed out from pain, so he looked at the man with a face full of unwillingness. The earthy middle-aged nobleman spat out a mouthful of saliva.

Seeing the unnamed cavalry troop rolling away, the peasants and soldiers at the checkpoint carefully dragged the fainted middle-aged nobleman to a shady place by the side of the road.

The fat man was riding on the horse, his fat body was bumping up and down with the high-speed running of the horse, his face was pitifully green, his head was listlessly drooping on the horse's back, like a little girl who had just been rubbed and abused by a dozen strong men.

After following the horse team in front of him for a whole morning, the fat man, who had never experienced long-distance horse riding, was already sweating profusely on his face. He felt that the organs in his fat stomach were squeezed by a pair of invisible big hands, and his stomach was churning and disgusting. I just want to spit out everything, my chubby eyes have pitiful white eyes, and my originally rosy face is a little blue.

Seeing the fat man who had been dragged away by the cavalry in front for more than ten meters, the leading knight running at the front of the cavalry gradually slowed down the speed of his horse, allowing the people behind to lead the cavalry to pass in front of him, and finally controlled the horse and hanging horse. Fatty Parallel at the back of the team was the spearman Tie Long who claimed to have picked up the silver knight badge.

"My lord, you can't do this. A stiff body will make you more uncomfortable. Even if you reach your destination in this state, you won't be able to fight the enemy."

Tie Long's magnetic and deep voice cheered up the fat man a little bit. He nodded slightly to Tie Long with a pale face, and the sound of his mouth slightly opened was almost like moaning. He vomited again as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, and he vomited violently all the way. The fat man almost vomited out the bitter bile, his face turned pale and green.

"My lord, you should relax your body so that you can adjust your breathing rhythm with the speed of the horse, otherwise even the iron man will be dragged down."

Seeing the fat man's pitiful and suffering appearance, the spearman Tie Long showed a disapproving smile on his face, suddenly stretched out his rough right palm, and patted the head of the war horse that the fat man was riding lightly like lightning. The moment the palm was slapped, there was a slight shock, and the chaotic horse gait suddenly became more regular.

"Feel it with your heart, you will find that you are not riding a horse, you are flying against the wind! Hold the rein, relax, relax again, let the horse become a part of your body,,"

Tielong rode a horse to guard Zhao Hu, like a seductive mentor, his deep but penetrating voice was like hypnosis, constantly correcting the fat man's mistakes, whenever the horse jumped and there was confusion If there was any sign, he stretched out his right hand and quickly patted the horse's head.

Fatty followed Tie Long's guidance, and gradually felt that the war horse under his crotch really seemed to be his own feet, jumping at high speed with his thoughts, and the nausea of ​​squeezing and vomiting just now had been thrown away. To cloud nine.

(End of this chapter)