"Hoo... ph... ok... ph... ok..."
The thief who was pulled by the leader was panting more violently. He resisted the burning sensation in his chest, and with the help of his companions, he climbed up to the halfway of a tree, and looked down with a barely wider field of vision. .
"Don't move, don't move, what can you see?" Seeing several people walking towards the tree, the leader quickly stopped: "Hurry up, take a few more breaths!"
"Get up! Get up!"
After more than ten seconds, the leader recovered a little bit of physical strength. Seeing many thieves sitting on the ground, the leader kicked over: "Don't sit! Get up, just stand!"
"Oh..." "Ah..."
The thieves stood up procrastinatingly, and a certain younger thief was the most reluctant, muttering: "Don't sit... how can you rest if you don't sit..."
Probably because the woods were much quieter, the leader frowned when he heard this complaint, and looked back at the young thief.
Snapped!
Before the leader could speak, a heavy slap hit the little thief's face.
"Father..." The little thief fell down in response. He covered his face and looked at his father in disbelief: "You...I..."
It's just a gossip, even the leader can scold at most, why is father so angry
"Bastard! Have you been told to speak? Is it your turn to speak?" The little thief's father was so angry, his beard and hair were all over his head: "I told you to sit down! I told you to stand up! Why are there so many words? Jones You say it’s tiring if you tell it to stand, you say it’s troublesome if Jones doesn’t let it break a branch, and Jones tells the monkey to guard the tree, you say that few people pass by all year round…”
"Few people pass by... Few people pass by..."
As soon as this matter was mentioned, the "father" became furious, and he kicked his son who had fallen to the ground: "There are not many people passing by? What was it just now? What was it? Is it your eyesight? Beast! If there is no monkey watching, Do you know what's going on with us now..."
"Okay, old Lota..." The leader Jones hurried over to stop the little thief's father: "Stop beating..."
The leader's face was full of wry smiles: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with little Peng Lin. There is no chance that there will be people in the mountains... Let the monkey guard the tree today, partly because it is too close to the water source and the main road, and partly because of the monkeys." I'm really tired recently, find a chance to let him rest for a while."
"Alas! Alas! Alas!" Speaking of this, the leader sighed heavily, "Who knew that he actually met a knight! Knight! The ruler is supreme! What kind of devil are we cursed by? I knew there would be Knight, how can I arrange someone to guard the tree, I will definitely lead everyone to pray in the mountain, and the full moon will not come out this round!"
"Maybe it's the bad luck that this little bastard's long tongue caused by talking nonsense!" Old Lota kicked his son again, spit in a puzzling way, and then shouted: "Get up quickly, stand still !"
The little thief stood up despondently, this time he had nothing to say.
After the little commotion ended, the leader looked at Qiao Mu: "How is it, monkey?"
"Nobody." The monkey replied, "I didn't see any movement."
"Well, keep an eye on it!" Leader Jones lowered his head and looked at the refugees beside him... Well, the thieves looked around for a week: "Everyone have a good rest... There is still a long way to go."
"It's a long road?"
Hearing this, several thieves had an ominous premonition at the same time.
"Jones, are you going to change places again?"
"Do you have to change it?"
"However, our food can only last until tomorrow, tomorrow..."
"That has to be changed!" An older thief said with lingering fear on his face, "If you don't have enough food, you can only eat half a day for half a month. It's better than losing your life!"
"right!"
"Half time won't work, just half time and half time!"
"That's right, half a time, half a time, people won't die directly. Who here is not used to being hungry?"
The words of the old thief immediately resonated with everyone.
"Then let's go quickly..." A certain thief leaning against a certain big tree straightened up: "Go back and pack up your things before those bastards catch up!"
"Go back?" The old thief sneered: "Are you dreaming? Still want to pack your things? Didn't you see that at the end, the knight led the other puppies to the place where we stayed?"
"The knight didn't bring a dog, how could he know where we are?"
"How do you know that the knight didn't bring a dog? Maybe there are a few puppies behind, leading their father?"
"Impossible..." The thief leaned back against the tree trunk, shaking his head feebly, and he didn't know if there was more unwillingness to believe, or more disbelief.
"Impossible?" The old thief waved his hand with a sneer, and said to another thief, "Balanley, I remember that before you ran into the mountain, you were also a village police officer. The few times you went out with the master, In fact, it is to go to the territory of other masters and be a real thief, right?"
"Oh..." A few steps away, Baranley sighed, "If it wasn't for this, how could I have met that damned buckskin?"
"Ha!" The old thief smiled, and then smiled bitterly: "Did the master give you a sharp spear when you went out?"
"No." Baranley shook his head: "There are never sharp spears, most of the time they are wooden spears, and some people still use shovels, forks, and sticks at home..."
"Has the master made you full?"
"No." Baranley continued to shake his head: "Just grab... before helping the other masters to transport things, you can eat for a day or two. If you successfully grab... move the food, you can eat for a few more days."
"Will the master take the cattle and help you carry things?"
"It's even more impossible!" Baranley shook his head vigorously: "I carry everything by myself! How precious are the farm cattle? It's enough to be thankful that I don't let me help the farm cattle to carry things!"
"That's right!" The old thief pointed his fingers: "You go out to grab... When you help other lords carry food, you use wooden sticks, hungry, and carry things by yourself..."
"Where's that master just now?" The old thief pulled his fingers back one by one: "Everyone has a sharp spear, and a full three oxen help to carry things for the road! Especially those bastards..."
Speaking of Wu Qingchen's entourage, the old thief's eyes shot out envious eyes: "Everyone has such a good complexion, such a strong body, and they run fast! It looks like a lucky man who can eat two bowls of glutinous rice every day! "
"Maybe I can still eat beans now and then..." Baranly swallowed.
"Of course! Maybe once the moon is full, you will be able to eat once..." The old thief's throat also rumbled.
"Bastards..." Baranley murmured, "These lucky beasts... are so full, no wonder they rushed up as soon as they saw us, not afraid at all."
"Yeah..." The old thief was also very emotional: "A few people dare to go to the beast! Even when the knight took away a few people, they were still not messed up at all... Baranley, have you ever seen such a bastard? ?"
"Never!" Baranley shook his head vigorously: "When we went out with the master, opposite, well, in fact, we were the same, let alone the master turned around and left... As long as the master stands too far back, there are probably many People slipped away first...like what those beasts said just now..." When he said this, Baranley's expression became very serious: "It should only be the master's soldiers who can do it."
"Soldier... no wonder." The old thief's face was full of hatred and envy: "Oh, if my former master can also feed me, give me weapons, and let the cattle help me, I would also like to be the master's soldier .”
"You? You can't do anything for you."
As an experienced person who has actually been on the battlefield—to be precise, it should be a small-scale village fighting—Balanley is well aware of the huge gap between himself and professional soldiers in terms of equipment, body, and aura.
"Have you seen their speed?" Baranley gestured and said, "The knight only said a few words, and the soldiers immediately prepared their weapons, and the knight only said a few words, it's time to go with him." Yes, what should be left, is arranged immediately, everyone knows what they should do...here, can you do it?"
"Okay, okay..." The old thief was a little embarrassed, and quickly changed the subject. He turned his head and pointed to the thief leaning on the tree trunk: "Well, Baranley, you tell him... a man who is leading the cattle and takes the Sharp spear, surrounded by strong and loyal soldiers who are full of food every day, such a knight, will there be no dog?"
"No dogs?" Ballanley smiled, his smile so bitter.
"He even brings the pot with him, so there is no dog?"
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