Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

　　 Two more days later, Giuliano led the other members back to the camp, and all the staff were here.

　　 And they did not return empty-handed, not only brought back a lot of money and food, but also brought back dozens of tea bricks.

　　 These tea bricks are very valuable, basically as much as the same weight of silver, and they are mainly brought back to help digestion and metabolism. They are also hard currency in the land of no owner.

　　 If the tea bricks are well preserved and can be used for 10 years, basically every member of the blood gang likes to drink some tea with added ingredients, otherwise the meat and dairy products will be too greasy.

　　 Fruits and vegetables cannot be stored for a long time, especially for those who live in an unsettled place, they can only eat them once in a while.

　　 "Did the transaction go well?" Giuliano was talking with Kushner the Shak in the tent at this time.

　　 "Old Witt's bid is okay, and the gold bars are all placed here." After speaking, Kushner patted the iron box under his butt.

　　 "Well, the blood queen is very dissatisfied with me. After all, the arms we robbed were not sold to her, and my head hurts."

　　 "By the way, how did the new members behave?" After speaking, Giuliano took out a cigar.

　　 "I think this kid Corleone is quite suitable for life as a gangster, and his performance on weekdays is also remarkable, that is, he has a lot of appetite."

　　 "That's okay, our blood gang is not too poor to make the brothers hungry, and there will be a caravan going to the Kingdom of Palestine, which is a big fat sheep."

"When to set off?"

　　 "In a few days, we are still a little way away. I guess many bandits and gangs are already watching them."

　　 Giuliano took a sip of his cigar and continued: "Let the cannon fodder consume the strength of the caravan first, and we can harvest later."

　　 "Understood, then I'll go first, and I will give Corleone some advice on swordsmanship later."

　　 "Why, do you want to train him as an apprentice?"

　　 "You think too much, but I just think that kid is a bit talented." After Kushner said that he looked indifferent and walked out.

　　 Giuliano flipped through the book in his hand, and whispered: "Others are begging you and you are not willing to teach. Now that you are so caring, I don't want to fight for your breath."

　　 On the other side, the little manticore was wandering around in the camp with a smiling face, and the other blood gang members were all frightened. No, the Boarman walked into Giuliano's tent angrily.

　　 "Boss, you don't care about the smiling guy, the gadget in his arms is too dangerous."

　　 The poison of the manticore can not stand even the wild boar with good poison resistance. In the past few days, he has not eaten well, and he has not been able to sleep well.

　　 "Well, you can coordinate this little thing by yourself, I'm busy now." Giuliano picked up the book in his hand and read it.

　　 The Boarman saw from the written cover that the book was called "Nine Days", and he had read it a long time ago.

　　 is mainly about nine men and women telling a story each day in a castle somewhere, mostly indescribable content between knights and noble ladies.

"Cut, where is the "Miss Pigman's Spring Song" in this book that looks good..." The Boarman complained and walked out, thinking how to solve the "hidden danger" in the hands of the smiling face, he thought in his mind: Or else Just kill that gadget?

　　 And Corleone had just maintained the weapon at the blacksmith and received dozens of new arrows, he was called by Kushner to practice.

　　 Now Kushner is more serious than ever, Corleone can clearly feel the change in his attitude.

　　 "Your precise mastery of weapons is not enough. Your power gives you a great advantage, but if you can't hit the opponent, it's totally meaningless."

　　 "Using a weapon such as a two-handed sword is to give the enemy a strong deterrent and rush into the enemy's square to kill."

　　 "Don't think that the weight of the sword in your hand is too light, first learn the techniques of blocking and winding!"

　　 Kushner held a branch and kept pointing to Corleone's practice, and his mouth kept talking, completely different from his usual reticent image.

　　 "Swing a thousand times today. I think your physique can hold on to it. I will give you a snack at dinner time." After Kushner finished speaking, Corleone practiced more vigorously.

　　 In the next half month, the blood gang adjusted from a recuperating state to a fighting state, because their leader decided to plan to rob a new caravan, and the time was almost there.

　　 During this period of time, the camp has changed its location twice, and the incident that has attracted everyone's discussion is the "battle" between the bad nose and the smiling face.

　　 It was one night a few days ago when the boar man sneaked past the smiling tent with his nose. The smiling face was standing guard outside, not in the tent.

　　 was holding a scimitar in his hand with a bad nose. After he entered, he went straight to the little scorpion beast locked in an iron cage. The iron cage was built by a blacksmith with a smile.

　　 "Little guy, don't blame me. It's the smiling guy who is so showy. The big deal is that I will pay him some money then."

　　 The sharp machete stabbed at the little manticore through the gap of the iron cage, but the little guy reacted very quickly, and immediately escaped the fatal blow and let out a harsh roar.

　　 Now the Boarman is in a hurry~www.readwn.com~ hastily stabbed the scimitar, but most of the attacks were avoided by the little guy, only one knife scratched its wing.

　　 "Asshole! What are you doing!" The smile came back like a ghost. The moment he opened the tent, he saw that the boarman wanted to kill his "pet".

　　 "Haha, I'm just joking with this little guy! Don't mind."

　　 "Then I'll be joking with you too." While the smiling face was talking, she also pulled out the scimitar from her waist.

　　 "Hey! You are real!"

　　 A lot of blood gang members were awakened, Corleone was no exception. He found that the tent of the smiling face had become tattered, and the bad nose was fighting with the smiling face in the open space.

　　 The two were still cursing, and it was not clear what caused the quarrel.

　　 "Dead fat pig, I must hack you to death today!"

　　 "The masked death pervert, do you mean you!"

　　 Giuliano yawned and walked out of the tent. After seeing the scene in front of him, he scolded: "What are you two doing most of the night!"

　　 "Boss, the smiling guy is crazy, he really wants to hack me, I know this guy's brain is not normal!" Zaobi rushed to reply.

　　 Many people also nodded, but Corleone felt that although the smile is sometimes not reliable, it is too exaggerated to say that he is crazy.

　　 "Chief, the manticore you asked me to take care of was almost killed by him. Do you want me to teach this wild boar a lesson?"

　　 "If you have done something big, please stop, and I will deal with it tomorrow morning." In fact, Giuliano also had a headache, and he didn't want to care about the monster sent by the Blood Queen.

　　 The manticore grows up with an IQ that is no worse than that of humans, and it is bound to cause more troubles in the future.