Kidnapping All Mankind

"Huh ... huh ... ok ... huh ... ok ..."

The thief caught by the leader gasped more intensely. He resisted the burning sensation in his chest, and with the help of his companions, climbed up the half-waist of an arbor, and used a barely wide field of vision to look down. .

"Don't move, don't move, what can you see in the past?" Seeing several people walking towards the tree, the leader quickly stopped: "Hurry up, rest a bit!"

"Get up! Get up!"

Ten seconds later, the leader recovered a little bit of energy, and when he saw many thieves sitting on the ground, the leader kicked over: "Don't sit! Get up, just stand!"

"Oh ..." "Ah ..."

The thieves procrastinated, and a younger thief acted most reluctantly, muttering in his mouth, "If you don't sit ... don't let you sit down ..."

It was probably because the woods were much quieter that the leader heard this complaint, and he frowned, looking back at the young thief.

Snapped!

Before the leader spoke, a heavy slap in the face had hit the little thief severely.

"Father ..." The thief fell in response. He covered his face and looked at his father in disbelief: "You ... I ..."

Just a gossip, even the leader scolds at most two words, why is the father so angry?

"Animal! Did you speak? Is it your turn to speak?" Why is the little thief's father annoyed? It's like a haircut: "Let you sit and sit! Let you stand and stand! Where is so much talk? Jones Let me tell you that you are tired, Jones will not let you break the branches and you will be troublesome, Jones will let the monkeys keep the tree, and you will say that few people pass by throughout the year ... "

"Few people pass by ... few people pass by ..."

When it comes to this, "Father" gets angry, flying legs to his son who has fallen to the ground: "Few people passing by? What was it just now? What is it? Are you dazzling? The beast! If there is no monkey watching, Do you know where we are now ... "

"Okay, old Lotta ..." Chief Jones hurried over to stop the little thief's father: "Don't fight ..."

The leader's face was full of wry smiles: "Actually, Xiao Penglin was not wrong. Mountain forest was unlikely to have anyone ... Today, half of the monkeys are kept by trees because the water is really too close to the road and most of it is because The monkey has been so tired lately. Find a chance to let him rest for a long time. "

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Said the leader, sighing heavily again and again, "Who knows that he actually met the knight! Knight! Master is supreme! What devil have we cursed? We knew that there would be Knight, where can I arrange for someone to keep the tree, I will definitely lead everyone to pray in the mountains, this round of full moon will not come out! "

"Maybe it's the little tongue of this little beast, talking about bad luck everywhere!" Old Lotta stomped his son again, and spit again without hesitation, then drank again: "Hurry up and stand up ! "

The little thief stood up slumped, this time there was nothing left.

The little trouble was over, and the leader looked to Qiao Mu: "How's it, monkey?"

"No one," Qiao Mu half-waisted, and the monkey replied, "Nothing was seen."

"Well, keep an eye on it!" Chief Jones lowered his head and looked at the refugees around him ... alas, the thieves looked around for a week: "Have a good rest ... there is still a long way to go."

"Long way?"

Hearing this, several thieves had an ominous hunch at the same time.

"Jones, are you changing places again?"

"Do you have to change?"

"But our food can only support tomorrow tomorrow ..."

"You have to change that too!" An older thief was full of fear. "There wasn't enough food, so I only ate it half a day, and it was better than losing my life for half a month!"

"Correct!"

"Not half a time, just half a time!"

"Yes, half or half times, they will not directly die. Which of the people here is not hungry?"

The words of the old thief immediately resonated with everyone.

"Then go quickly ..." A thief leaning on a big tree straightened: "While the dogs are not catching up, go back and pack up!"

"Go back?" The old thief sneered. "Do you dream? Do you want to pack up? Didn't you see the last time, the knight led the other dogs and went towards our nearest place?"

"The knight didn't bring a dog, how could he know where we were?"

"How do you know that the Cavaliers did not bring dogs? Maybe there are a few dogs behind, holding their father?"

"Impossible ..." The thief leaned back on the tree trunk again, and he shook his head weakly, wondering whether there were more ingredients he didn't want to believe, or more ingredients he couldn't believe.

"Impossible?" The old thief sneered and beckoned, and said to the other thief: "Barranly, I remember that before running to the mountain, you were also a police officer in the village, and the times you followed the master Actually go to the territory of other masters, be a real thief? "

"Hmm ..." A few steps away, Baranley sighed. "If not, how could I meet that **** buckskin?"

"Ha!" The old thief smiled, and then smiled bitterly again: "These times out, did the master give you a spear?"

"No." Baranley shook his head. "There was never a spear. Most of the time it was a wooden spear. Some people still use their shovel, fork, stick ..."

"Doesn't you always be full?"

"No." Barranli continued to shake his head. "Just grab ... I can eat for a day or two before helping other masters to transport things. If I grab it ... I can move to the grain and eat a few more days."

"Does the master bring cattle to help you carry things?"

"It's even more impossible!" Baranley shook his head vigorously. "Everything is carried on your own! How precious is cultivating cattle? It's enough to thank me for not helping me with cultivating cattle!"

"Yeah!" The old thief held his finger: "When you go out and grab ... when you help other lords to move food, use a wooden stick, hungry, and carry things by yourself ..."

"Where's that old master?" The old thief pulled his fingers back one by one. "Each one has a spear, and there are three oxen to help with the things to be used on the road! Especially those dogs ..."

Speaking of the entourage around Wu Qingchen, the two eyes of the old thief shot extremely envious eyes: "Every one looks so good, his body is so strong, and he runs fast! At first glance, he can eat two bowls of slimy life every day! "

"Maybe you can still get beans occasionally ..." Barranly swallowed.

"Of course! Maybe once a full moon can be eaten full ..." The old thief's throat also rumbling.

"Animals ..." Baranley murmured. "The lucky animals ... fed so much, it's no wonder that when we saw that we rushed forward without fear."

"Yeah ..." the old thief was also very emotional: "An animal that dares to get on even a few people! Even when the knight took away a few people, they were not at all messy ... Barranly, you have seen this Dogs? "

"Never!" Barranly shook his head vigorously. "When we went out with the master, we were opposite, alas, in fact, we are the same, let alone the master turned and left directly ... As long as the master's position is too far behind, it is estimated that there will be A lot of people sneaked away ... like the words of the beasts ... "When it came to this, Baranley looked very dignified:" Only the soldiers of the master can do it. "

"Soldier ... no wonder." The old thief's face was hated and envious: "Well, if my old master can also fill me up, give me weapons, and let the oxen help me, I am also willing to be a master soldier."

"You? You can't do anything for you."

As an experienced person who has actually been on the battlefield—to be precise, small-scale village fighting—Balanli is well aware of the huge gap between his equipment, body, and momentum, and professional soldiers.

"Did you see their speed?" Barranley gestured. "The Cavaliers only said a few words, and the soldiers immediately prepared their weapons. The Cavaliers said only a few words, and they should follow him. Yes, it ’s time to stay, and it ’s all arranged immediately. Everyone knows what they should do ... for you, can you do it? "

"Okay ..." The old thief was a little bit embarrassed and quickly shifted the subject. He turned around and pointed at the thief leaning on the trunk: "That, Barry, tell him ... a farming cow holding a bull. , With good spears, all around are full of strong, loyal soldiers, such knights, will there be no dogs? "

"No dog?" Baranley laughed, his smile was so bitter.

"Everyone has a pot with them. Will there be a dog?"

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