Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

　　 "Stand well, look at you guys Ferra's unbearable look, how do you look like a robber!"

　　 "Especially you, stupid, big, you don't look for a mirror to take a picture of your current appearance, you can stay as long as you want, do you want to be a professional robber!"

At this time, behind a small sand dune in the desert, there were five people hiding in the shadows. One of them was a short-haired man in old leather armor pacing back and forth, with a machete hanging from his waist, facing the other four. The standing young man scolded.

　　 Except for the man named the first who looks a little bit more capable, the other four are simply “cannon fodder” looks that they don’t know where to find.

　　 tall, short, fat, thin, and everything, one of the short people has a few bird feathers in his hair, and he carries an iron rod in his hand.

　　 There is also a fat man with an axe in each hand. If he doesn't look in his eyes, he is still a little deterrent, but he is blind.

　　 The other was tall and thin, like a stick, holding only a small dagger in his hand, and still hunched over.

The last one had a long skeleton, but no flesh. If it weren’t for a cloak, he would be so thin that the roots of his ribs could be clearly seen. ".

　　 "Hey hey, uncle, I want to eat roast lamb." The silly man stared at the short-haired man in front of him and said.

　　 "Did I bake you! This has been out for a few days, and I haven't even done a ticket business. Do you still want to eat meat? You can eat ass!"

　　 The short-haired man was so angry that his voice was trembling, and then he cursed the short man: "Little Jimmy, what feathers do you have on your head? Think you are a clown in the court!"

　　 "No... Uncle Bacon, this is an ancient ritual inherited from my family, able to sense the gods, so that I am full of power!"

　　 The short-haired man went up with a big mouth, then plucked a few bird feathers off his head, and stepped heavily on the ground.

　　 "Will you give him back the inheritance? Still power? Didn't you come out of the same village with me! I don't know what happened to your family? If your dad had not stuffed me with 5 silver coins, I would take you out?"

　　 Then he pointed at the fat man with the two-handed axe and shouted: "And you! I turned my face to me when I was talking. You are blind, but your ears are not broken!"

　　 The blind fat man with his back to the short-haired man turned around quickly, but he still didn't point his way.

　　 Then the short-haired man, the middle-aged man whom they became Uncle Bacon, walked in front of the thin and tall man, stared at the thin and tall man without speaking.

　　 "Uncle Bacon... Uncle, don't look at me like this, I'll be shy... 嘤"

Uncle Bacon seemed to be waiting for his words, went up and kicked him on the thin butt, kicked him to the ground, and then cursed: "You are shy, I make you shy, you still follow me as a robber Talk about this, I think you should go home and farm the land honestly!"

　　 The thin and tall dagger fell to the ground, and he simply lay on the ground and started crying.

"A bunch of rubbish, eat more than anyone else, they all work as if they are dying, so worthy of your parents, you can send you money to me as robbers, whoever you think I am. ?!"

　　 The short man with the iron rod said, "Uncle Bacon, let's go hunting in the Black Forest, maybe we can find a lot of food." The silly man next to him listened and nodded suddenly.

　　 "Uncle, uncle, take a look!" The silly man suddenly whispered.

　　 "Let me take a look at you..." The short-haired man saw three people walking in the distance, and suddenly stopped cursing.

　　 He watched attentively at the situation of passers-by, and by the way gave the thin and weeping foot on the ground, telling him to shut up quickly.

　　 "Stupid big guy, have you made a mistake? These people wear more broken clothes than us. What can you grab them?" It turned out that Corleone and the others came oncoming.

　　 "I have told you how many times, I run when I see a large caravan, cheat when I see a small caravan, and rob them directly when I see travelers who seem to be rich but unarmed."

　　 "These three poor ghosts don't even have complete pants, what are you grabbing?"

　　 "But uncle, you didn't say that before. You said that no matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat, and you have to find a chance."

　　 "Am I... OK, OK, OK! Then let's open it once, maybe we can get some oil and water."

　　 "You guys listen to my command. After a while, I whistle and rush forward together. Do you understand?"

　　 The other four young people responded weakly, mainly because they were really hungry. They hadn't eaten for almost two days.

　　 On the other side, Corleone was chatting with Facknet.

　　 "Uncle Fackney, you said that our next destination is Scone, have you been there before?"

　　Fakner scratched his greasy hair and said, "I've only been there once, and that was a few years ago. I followed the lord's order and took a few men down to serve as the caravan's guard."

　　 "We started from another route at the time, after passing through Scone City, we finally arrived at Haft City along the commercial road, and then all the goods were shipped to South Port."

　　 "Then Nangang is incredible. It is controlled by several powerful business groups. It is said that there are aristocratic forces in many countries behind it. There are a large number of cargo ships coming and going every day, and all kinds of exquisite goods are gathered there."

　　 "Our purpose is to go to Nangang, Corleone, you can find the opportunity to take a boat back to your hometown, or go to the Kingdom of Carlos to find your mother and sister. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 "Well, although I don't recommend that you return to the Kingdom of Carlos, after all, we are likely to be on the reward list. If you go back, it will be very dangerous."

　　 "Thank you for your suggestion, but I am definitely going back. I can't abandon my family, but I will pretend to prevent them from discovering." Corleone replied with a serious face.

　　 Baoli smiled and replied: "Haha, indeed, little Corleone, you are a lot longer, maybe it will reduce the possibility of being discovered."

　　 Corleone asked again; "Then what are your plans?"

　　 One-eyed Pauly said: "I plan to find a quiet country place after making some money in this land of no owner, and spend my old age."

　　Fakner looked at the rolling tumbleweed and said, "I have a similar plan. After I make a lot of money, I will take a boat to the distant continent and go out to see the vast world."

　　 Baoli wondered: "Don't you have a wife? Why don't you plan to go back?"

　　 "Forget it, it's been so long, my wife must have run away with someone, she thought I didn't know that she had been entangled with the pastry chef next door."

　　 "There is still this kind of thing, why haven't I heard you say it before, is it that you are not good at it?" Pauly looked at Fackney trivially and let out a hey laugh.

　　 "Nonsense! How could I not, anyhow I was called..."

　　Fakner's voice didn't stop, and the few of them heard a loud whistle.

　　 Then from the side of the small sand dune in front, suddenly four people with weapons jumped out. As for why there were not five, it was because the blind fat man ran back. . .

　　 "Asshole thing! Where are you going!" Uncle Bacon was so angry that his blood pressure went up, and the veins on his head burst out.