Dressed as the pharaoh's favorite

Wen Ruo stared at all this dumbfounded, her mind was in chaos!

The only sliver of reason left in his mind told him that this might be in a certain scenic spot in the Middle East. These are actually props. A well-known Hollywood director is staying in a certain shed, and these are the extras they invited Paid.

But all this is too realistic!

The environment here is noisy and running, the people are cold and the soldiers are cold and unfeeling, everything is so real, so people can't ignore it.

If it was filmed with such a tense effect, the acting would be too realistic.

This shouldn't be acting or a dream.

This is literally true!

Wen Ruo's heart was full of doubts, but when he looked around, there was no one to consult, and he felt even more confused and anxious for a while.

None of the people under control dared to stand up and protest loudly. Most of them bowed their heads and some shrank all over their bodies, showing great fear, but no one spoke, and those soldiers also looked business-like.

His sense of hearing is so sensitive on the suddenly silent street, it seems that he can completely detect any disturbance, Wen Ruo is eager to hear something from the voices of the soldiers, but what they said in a low voice and fast It's just that he cherishes words like gold, and he didn't say them specifically to him. Wen Ruo didn't have time to hear clearly, and the conversation was over.

He was a little disappointed, but he still kept his spirits up. Human instincts are always so focused when they perceive danger, for fear of missing something.

He still focused on everything around him.

"Take them all down to me and lock them up." Suddenly, a firm voice of order came from the knights, clear and powerful, Wen Ruo followed the soldier's gaze, and a young man in the army came over with a cold face There is a slender moon-white oblique scar near the corner of the eye, which gives a sense of horror to his chiseled face. He is dressed in a beige robe with a wide belt around his waist, although the chest also matches it. Heavy armor, but the rigidity and fierce aura make it different from other soldiers around at first glance. This is a leader.

As soon as the young man spoke, there was a sound of gasping around.

"My God, why is it him! Mossack."

"This murderous maniac, he is here, are we still alive?"

"God bless, please let this plague god go away."

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Wen Ruo listened to the sudden commotion around him, and he could clearly sense the other party's fear and fear, as well as a trace of disgust and trepidation. This young man must not be a kind person.

Wen Ruo can be sure of this.

He cautiously raised his head to look at the man not far away, with a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were cold and without warmth, he was indeed not a kind person.

Wen Ruo's heart sank.

Somewhere outside Palestine.

Mo Puren threw a dried apple into his mouth and looked lazily ahead.

"General, why don't you go in?" The subordinate looked at him with doubts.

After joining the army for so long, I have traveled here and there with His Highness the Prince several times, and have fought no less than twenty times of battles. I have long been familiar with this kind of battle. From the initial enthusiasm to the current dull feeling, it is useless. long time.

People have to be more open-minded, don't always fight for military merits, and relax when you can.

The merits and materials are endless, and if you care too much, you will lose your original intention. He knows the situation in the city without looking at what it is like when Mossack enters.

His Royal Highness sent that companion in, which was really a great gift to the Jews.

Thinking of his master, Mo Puren's chestnut eyes were filled with tenderness, that was the person he swore to devote his life to follow.

He clearly remembered that when he was a small infantry soldier that day, because he had been in the army for several years and still hadn't made any progress, seeing people with family backgrounds skyrocketed, and it was really difficult for him to achieve anything if he was obviously not bad.

The unwillingness from the heart made him urgently need to find a place to vent his resentment and dissatisfaction.

A fist hit the big tree trunk hard, and the fallen leaves on top fell straight down, but he still didn't care.

The fierce look in his eyes was dyed a little red.

A chuckle behind him broke the cramped atmosphere, and he turned around to see a young smiling face.

Wearing a white robe, with a golden collar in his arm, and a green forehead on his head, which is noble and elegant, he smiled very lightly when he looked at himself, but it was impossible to ignore his existence.

"Instead of complaining about yourself here, why not have a competition with me." The young man in white invited.

Mo Puren looked at him and knew that he was a high-ranking official, but he didn't care who the other party was. The long-standing grievances had long planted seeds like flames in his heart, because there were civilians like these famous dignitaries. It is difficult to get ahead, because they will be the first to get ahead if they have a little better treatment.

Today, he will take this opportunity to teach these flamboyants a good lesson.

Mo Puren walked over and accepted the long sword handed over by the other party.

open space.

The two faced each other and began to compete.

Although this man is expensive and elegant, his hands are also beautiful and neat.

Mo Puren felt that he was a master of swordsmanship. At first, he thought that the opponent was just showing off, but he didn't expect that after some comparison, he was actually defeated by the formation.

His anger was vented in the comparison just now, and finally he looked at the man in white and said simply: "I lost."

As soon as the long sword was thrown, he turned around and was about to leave.

A loser who continues to stay with a successful person is humiliating himself.

Moprene was not so blind.

Unexpectedly, the other party said softly: "I said you won."

In a word, his raised feet stopped, and he looked at the other party again.

The man in white smiled and picked up the sword and handed it to him: "A brave warrior should not throw away his sword casually." Then he left without saying a word.

He was left with a confused look on his face.

After that, it will take a few days.

He was promoted up, and then he was promoted all the way.

When Mo Puren saw the man in white again, it was at his mansion, that was the day he was promoted to general.

Only then did he know why he was promoted all the way, and he also knew that if he had changed to other princes that day, maybe he would have slashed at others with his sword like this, and his head would have fallen off several times.

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Withdrawing his thoughts, Mo Puren took out the wine bag in his arms and took a sip of beer.

His Highness Ramses was his admirer, and he died for his confidant. After he came out of His Highness's mansion, he swore that he would only be loyal to one master in his life.

After drinking, he burped comfortably, threw the wine bag on the dirt, took out a biscuit from his pocket, chewed a couple of mouthfuls, and said lazily, "Let's go."

At this point, that person probably should have arrived.

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Not long after entering the city gate, he heard commotion coming from inside the gate.

He followed those changes, tsk tsk! !

He knew it would be this scene, and he was torturing and killing people again.

Anyone who knows a little bit about Mossack knows that he has a soft temper and unstable temper. He is a [-]% bloodthirsty maniac. Prisoners or slaves fall into his hands. There are only ways of torture that others can't think of. .

He has one-third of Assyrian blood, and the warlike factor in Assyrian nature is fully reflected in him.

Because he is almost invincible on the battlefield, the slashing of the big knife that he is waving will inevitably see blood.Known as the bravest general in Egypt, the scar on his face was injured in a battle to protect His Highness the Prince.

Look at the way he spews out the blood of people now.

There was no schadenfreude in Moprene's calm eyes. Even though it was their mission to attack the Jews, he didn't think it was a happy thing to trample on a person's dignity like this.

Pity this city, it won't be long before there will be howls all over the place.

Egyptian officers and soldiers felt that the Jews were inferior to them, and only they, the Egyptians, were the most noble around the land where the Nile River and the Mediterranean Sea run through.

This thought is deeply imprinted in the mind of every Egyptian soldier.

His eyes lingered in front of him for a while and he shook his head slightly: "You are indeed the bravest warrior in Egypt." Those who were beaten by his men probably won't survive tonight.

Looking at the bloody long hair scattered in all directions is really scary.

Mossack takes torturing people as a great pleasure in his daily life. He can not find women, but he can't stop beating slaves and torturing people.

There was a lot of noise around, and the iron knight soldiers onlookers whispered to each other. They were used to seeing these scenes, they were numb, and they had long been used to it.

Anyway, it wasn't their relatives and friends who were beaten, and the sound of skin and flesh blooming from the falling of these whips seemed to them nothing special except for a little gloating.

One of them could not stand it anymore and passed out.

Mossack's whip was flying in the air, and the smile on his mouth remained undiminished: "Take him down and bring him up again." This kind of harmless order made everyone present dare not speak out.

No one wants their companions to be injured, but at critical times, no one dares to risk being beaten to death to accuse anyone.

Some of them silently recited the holy name of Jehovah with their heads bowed and eyes closed.

Looking at the lifeless Jewish people being dragged down, Mossak's eyes flickered with madness, and he liked to kill their lively popularity little by little.

The smell of blood~smell~was in the air high above Palestine, it was so exciting!

Mossack raised his eyebrows silently, addicted!The cruelty of blood made his scarred face even more ferocious.

He looked at those people, apart from contempt and disdain, they basically showed no other unnecessary emotions.

This time, three men and two women were brought up.

Mossack walked over and looked around, the corners of his mouth were raised to the sky, and he found two women to come up, which is really great.

He hadn't tried hanging men and women together to beat them.

Regardless of the woman's loud cry for help and the child's frightened resistance, the soldiers on the stage tore at each other's clothes and tried to take them off forcibly.

"Despicable." A disdainful and angry voice came.

Oh! ! !

who is it?

Have you eaten any leopard gall?Dare to insult him?

He shielded his voice and looked

I wanted to see who the person was without sharp eyes, but I found out that it was a handsome man.

The other party was wearing strange clothes, with a fair face, tall and thin figure, three-dimensional facial features showing softness, and a trace of coldness in his elegance. He stood opposite him like this, accusing him with righteous words.

"Yo yo - so spineless." He laughed angrily.

Walking over and pinching Wen Ruo's neck, Wen Ruo was forced to look up and meet him.

Originally, he wanted to keep silent, after all, it was a strange environment, and it was not good for him to stand out, but when he saw the woman being put on the street □□ the whole city was watching silently, a surge of enthusiasm made him unable to insist on keeping silent.

As a young man in the 21st century, after watching the previous beating, he was already filled with resentment, and the heat in his head prompted him to stand up regardless of the consequences.

Mossack looked at him carefully.

It was the first time he had seen Wen Ruo's appearance, which was not as rough as the Assyrians nor as tough as the Persians. It wasn't particularly beautiful but it wasn't ugly either.

Mossack looked at Wen Ruo for a while and suddenly became a little annoyed. An ordinary person can make him feel extraordinary?

There was a sudden burst of irritability in my heart for no reason.

"Clap"

With two slaps, Wen Ruo's face was slapped with burning pain.

The whole person was beaten in the past.

Mossack snorted heavily and threw him out.

To have a strange feeling for a captive was nothing short of humiliating to him.

Mossack waved his whip angrily and was about to whip it down.

At this time, the raised hand was held by someone.

Mossack said angrily: "Get out of the way." After speaking, he realized that something was wrong. Someone dare to stop him?

He raised his head and exclaimed, "Your Highness...Your Highness?"

His Royal Highness actually came, and he yelled at his master. Mossack was sweating coldly on his back, and quickly withdrew his whip, bowed and took a step back.

At this moment, all the other soldiers around who hadn't dismounted got off their horses and knelt down, shouting respectfully, "Your Highness."

Wen Ruo looked at the people who came, and suddenly remembered the words that the common people shouted on the street when they first entered the city: "The Prince Regent has led troops in." This sentence.

Prince Regent?

This word is so familiar.

His mind raced quickly.

Such a word has appeared in history books.

Prince Regent, Prince Regent.

A flash of inspiration came to Wen Ruo's mind: a long and narrow face, a firm chin, a thin face, and three-dimensional prominent features, he is the incarnation of the sun god.

Ramses II.

Wen Ruo's eyes widened in shock.

It's him.

That's right, it's him.

In history, before Ramesses II succeeded to the throne, his father Seti I, in order to ensure that his son would be able to ascend the throne accurately after his death, devolved his powers when he was still young, and helped him to the regent in the position of king.

Not only that, Seti I also handed him many battles to exercise and hammer. He was customary to be the heir of all Egypt since he was born. His father ordered him to teach him to ride and shoot poetry books when he was young. His writing and martial arts go hand in hand.

It's just that the description in the history books is a bit one-sided, about his appearance.

Meeting face to face this time, Wen Ruo realized how barren those words were.

Ramses can simply describe his appearance with the four words "shocking as heaven and man".

His beauty is both inside and outside, with handsome and deeply chiseled features, brown curly hair with an Egyptian headgear, and luxurious costumes to set off his royal air.

Different people have different auras. He stands here full of heroism, noble and unparalleled. Some people are like this. As long as he stands there lightly, everything around him will be eclipsed. Although he is only a regent prince at the moment, after years of training he Already has the demeanor of a pharaoh.

Wen Ruo looked at him without blinking, and had to admit that Ramses is an excellent and attractive man.