It seemed that Contrinoah's prayer before his death was heard by the great Creator in the dark; when the rough blade full of cold rubbed and scraped over and over again, the sound of muttering and complaining about "Why are there so many hairs?" finally stopped the movement in his hand.

Then these earthman ran out in a certain noisy sound and hung him on the rack; Contrinoya, who was already covered in cold sweat, couldn't help but struggle; like a sea fish thrown on the deck, enduring the severe pain of tearing and friction in the tie, and trying to loosen his limbs from the rope.

It was like the scene when he was robbed in Basra, tied up and threw it into the Persian Gulf, and then broke the rope before choking to death and escaped.

Then his nose suddenly shook, and he asked again when the smell of blood came from a distance, just like the unlucky ghost who was placed on the stone platform and was slaughtered, and the noise and screams came.

This talent and expertise, which was like a dog's nose, also made him always have all the advantages in the spice business, and also brought him many troubles in life, but he also saved his life from fires or other dangerous occasions several times.

He couldn't help but do his best to shout out with the Tang slogan he had learned.

"But somebody can do it..."

"Help...ahhhhh..."

After a while, a few footsteps stepped out of the grass

"Yi, he turned out to be a fat guy, he was still naked."

"Is this going to be prepared?"

"So many things are said, since it is a foreigner..."

"Just make it a good end with just one stroke..."

"I...I'm not a Hu person..."

Contrinoa hurriedly arrived in another Tang Dynasty accent that sounded similar.

"I am a good man who has become a Tang Dynasty person...."

"Hey, it's amazing"

"Brother Yun, this guy can speak Qingzhou dialect."

"What,"

The voice behind him hesitated and argued for a while before he said.

"Maybe it's just a skewer that looks like a barbarian..."

"Looking at how he was robbed, he was ready to take the blame, it's so pitiful..."

At this moment, he once again thanked his unknown father for leaving him with this Roman-style black hair and black pupils. As long as he shaves the obviously curly hair short, he can even briefly pretend to be a descendant of the Tang people on most occasions and gain some convenience and hidden benefits in doing business. So he specially forced himself to learn several accents from those employees in Dongtu to deal with various situations.

So, after a very painful wait, Contrinoya finally freed from the cut rope.

There were about a dozen people on the other side, wearing some bamboo-wood armor, covered with a blue cloth cover, a large gripper with tightened grips and nailed leather shoes on the lower body, and a big "anger" and "ha" on the front chest and back. Everyone carried a unique crossbow, a quiver with a quiver and a broad knife on the waist, and a short spear with a ribbon tied in his hand. Just standing there was a majestic look.

In short, Contrinoah was temporarily saved, and also obtained a piece of rag cut from the tent and was covered with his body; then he followed this small cavalry and was forced to embark on an unpredictable way forward.

"By the way, what's your name for Pig?"

"The villain's surname is Kong and his courtesy name is Deya..."

Contrinoya replied carefully.

"Since you are so fat, let's call you fat hole..."

"Yes, I must pay my respects well, the king's life-saving grace."

"I'll be exempted from the reward, as long as you can use it for us..."

"Can read, can you remember or not..."

"ha..."

Contrinoa said in a daze, was he encountered a fake bandit?

Not long after, he saw a long line of lingering on the road. The flags they held were familiar to people, and then they turned into some helpless lament from the bottom of their hearts.

The Great Saint of Mouse who saved the suffering and went up again, and he left the wolf's den and entered the tiger's den.

.............

Put aside the irrelevant little episodes on this road,

Zhou Huaian was working on a carriage and wrote a booklet, which was probably about the "New Book of Performance" circulating on the Internet in later generations, as well as "The Practice Records" and "The General Essay of the Wu Jing". Some classic excerpts and brief impressions can be regarded as a little souvenir and commemoration left to the Rioting Camp when I bid farewell to the future.

The best test items and materials are undoubtedly the young people in the apprentice team; the Flags and Sword Team are just the first attempt; the next step is to provide a simple tactic and technical experimental compilation, and a test of the human body practical effect of various weapon improvements... At least, with the same investment and training, they are better at learning ability and plasticity than the direct team.

Moreover, in the rest of the night and afternoon, they also had to tell stories to the soldiers of the teams. The main thing was the jokes Zhou Huaian said during his time in class. After some personal style processing, they simply enriched the spare time of the soldiers under their command, rather than letting them freely rely on drinking, gambling and fighting, or even causing trouble everywhere, or disturbing local people.

After all, the spiritual life and cultural and entertainment methods of this era are too scarce to be pale. When it gets dark, there is nothing to do; therefore, with a relatively decent story and expanded imagination, it can easily attract and satisfy the interests of most people; by the way, it can also subtly promote some conceptual changes, such as subtle hygiene habits and battlefield service.

It can be said that since they want to learn something useful from themselves, they will inevitably be able to use the best value and purpose to extract the greatest value and purpose; Zhou Huaian believes that he already has the true meaning of a black-hearted foreman in later generations, but seeing their daily eating like Gan Yi, it feels that he is far from doing enough.

Then, he heard the bell ringing outside the car, and then heard the notice of someone coming to join the army on the road. He couldn't help but sigh slightly, and he didn't know how many times it was.

Since the news of the destruction of the Zhao family clan that was rampant in the village spread, I don’t know whether it was because of the admiration of power or if I really couldn’t make a living, there were many people gathering or waiting on the roadside to join the army.

In this case, the price of recruiting them is also very Weibo. Just give a bag of miscellaneous grains as a settlement fee, which can make people thank you for a long time; then it spread and turned into the current situation.

But at this time, we must raise the standards and rather have nothing than be too bad. We must be young enough, have a little strong body, look honest and obedient, and then we should be better at doing farm work and craftsman apprentices. Zhou Huaian will occasionally come forward, mainly to identify and appraise some people who claim to have skills and abilities.

As a result, he also accepted many young people called "half-old boys", all of whom were caught between their children, and the second and third children. The children sent out because they could not raise their families could only take away half a bag of food. Of course, the ones he selected were those who were slightly in good health, had relatively normal indicators such as scanning bone development, and had no natural hidden diseases or internal defects.

In this way, no matter how hungry the bones are, they are as beautiful as the face is like earth, as long as they are carefully replenished, they can be used in the next step.
Chapter completed!