"Huh...huh...goo...huh...goo..."

The thief who was pulled by the leader became even more intense. He endured the boiling heat in his chest, and with the help of his companions around him, he climbed up to the half of a tree, and used his barely widening vision to look down.

"Don't move, don't move, what can you see when you lean over?" Seeing several people walking towards Qiaomu, the leader quickly stopped him: "Hurry up, take a few more breaths!"

"Get up! Get up!"

After more than ten seconds, the leader recovered a little bit of strength and saw many thieves sitting on the ground. The leader kicked over: "Don't sit! Get up, just stand!"

"Ah..." "Ah..."

The thieves stood up with a drag. A young thief acted the most reluctantly and muttered: "If you don't sit... how can you rest if you don't sit..."

Perhaps because the woods were much quieter, the leader frowned and looked back at the young thief when he heard this complaint.

Bang!

Before the leader could speak, a heavy slap hit the little thief hard on the face.

"Father..." The little thief fell down. He covered his face and looked at his father in disbelief: "You...I..."

Just a gossip, even the leader can curse at most. Why is his father so angry?

"Beast! Did you tell me to speak? Is it your turn to speak?" Why did the little thief's father be angry? He was so full of hair and beard: "If you ask you to sit, just sit! If you ask you to stand, just stand! Where did so many things come from? Jones asked you to stand and say you were tired, Jones asked you to break branches, you said you were troublesome, Jones asked the monkey to guard the tree, you said that few people passed by in the year..."

"Some people passed by...some people passed by..."

As soon as this happened, the "father" became angry and kicked his son who had fallen to the ground: "There aren't many people passing by? What was it just now? What was it? Are you dazzled? Beast! If there weren't a monkey watching, would you know what the fate of us now..."

"Okay OK, Old Lota..." Chief Jones hurried over and stopped the little thief's father: "Stop hitting..."

The leader's face was full of wry smiles: "Actually, little Penglin is nothing wrong. There is no possibility of anyone in the forest... I asked the monkey to guard the trees today, a small part of it was because it was really close to the water source and the main road, and a large part of it was because the monkey was too tired recently, so I found an opportunity to let him rest for a long time."

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" said this, the leader sighed a few times, "Who knew that he had actually encountered a knight! Knight! Domination is supreme! We were cursed by some devil? If I had known that there would be a knight, I would have arranged for anyone to guard the tree. I would have led everyone to pray in the mountains, and the moon would not come out in this round!"

"Maybe it's the long tongue of this little beast, talking about the bad luck that it brings!" Old Lota kicked his son again, spitting in dismay, and then shouted, "Get up quickly and stand up!"

The little thief stood up in shame, and said nothing this time.

The little quarrel ended, and the leader looked at Qiaomu: "How is it, monkey?"

"No one." Qiaomu halfwayed, and the monkey replied: "I saw no movement."

"Well, keep a good eye!" Chief Jones lowered his head and looked at the refugees around him... Well, the thief looked around for a week: "Everyone should rest... The road is still long to go later."

“The road is long?”

Hearing this, several thieves had ominous premonitions at the same time.

"Jones, are you going to change the place again?"

"Do you have to change?"

"But our food can only last until tomorrow..."

"That's also necessary!" An older thief had lingering fears on his face: "If there is not enough food, just eat it half a day. If you last for half a month, it's better than losing your life!"

"right!"

"Half time, just half time!"

"Yes, half of the time, no one will die. Who among the people here is used to being hungry?"

The old thief's words immediately resonated with everyone.

"Then let's go..." A thief leaning against a big tree straightened up: "While the group of puppies have not caught up, hurry back and pack up!"

"Go back?" the old thief sneered: "Where are you dreaming? You still want to pack up? Didn't you see the last time, the knight led a few other puppies to the place we were at the nearest?"

"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 them, holding their father?"

"Impossible..." The thief leaned on the tree trunk again. He shook his head weakly, not knowing that he would not believe more ingredients or that he would not believe more ingredients.

"Impossible?" The old thief sneered and waved his hand, saying to another thief: "Baranli, I remember, before you ran into the mountain, you were a police officer in the village. The few times you went out with the master were actually going to the territory of other masters and being a real thief?"

"Oh..." A few steps away, Baranly sighed: "If it weren't for this, how could I meet that damn deer skin?"

"Ha!" The old thief smiled, and then smiled bitterly: "Did the master give you a sharp spear when he went out?"

"No." Barranli shook his head: "There has never been a pointed spear. Most of the time it is a wooden spear. Some people use shovels, forks, sticks at home..."

"Did you usually eat enough?"

"No." Barranli continued to shake his head: "Just grab it... before helping other masters transport things, they can eat for a day or two. If they successfully grab it... they can eat more days after they move to the grain."

"Will the master bring oxen to help you carry things?"

"This is even more impossible!" Balanli shook his head vigorously: "Everything is carried by himself! How precious are oxen? It's enough to not let me help me carry things for oxen!"

"Yes!" The old thief pointed his finger: "You go out and grab... When helping other lords carry food, use wooden sticks, go hungry, and carry things by themselves..."

"Where is that master just now?" The old thief pulled his fingers back one by one: "Everyone has pointed spears, and three oxen are helping to carry the things to use on the road! Especially those dogs..."

Speaking of Wu Qingchen's entourage, the old thief's eyes ejaculated with envious eyes: "Everyone has such a good face and a strong body, and runs fast! It's obvious that he is a good person who can eat two bowls of batter every day!"

"Maybe I can eat beans occasionally..." Balanli swallowed.

"Of course! Maybe you can eat it full in one full moon..." The old thief's throat also roared.

"Beast..." Balanley murmured: "These lucky beasts... are so full, no wonder they rushed up as soon as they see us, not afraid at all."

"Yes..." The old thief was also very emotional: "A few people dare to get a livestock! Even when the knight took away a few people, they were still not in trouble at all...Barlanli, have you ever seen such a puppy?"

"Never!" Balanli shook her head vigorously: "When we went out with the master, opposite us, um, actually, we are the same, let alone the master turned around and left... As long as the master stood too far behind, there would probably be many people slipping away first... Like the beasts just now..." When she said this, Balanli became very solemn: "Only the master's soldiers can do it."

"Soldier...no wonder." The old thief had hatred and envious on his face: "Oh, if my former master could make me full, give me weapons, and ask the ox to help me, I would also be the master's soldier."

"You can't do anything you give to you."

As an experienced person who has really been on the battlefield - to be precise, it should be a small-scale village fight -, Balanli is very aware of the huge gap between him and professional soldiers in addition to equipment, body, and momentum.

"Did you see their speed?" Balanli gestured and said, "The Knight only said a few words, and the soldiers immediately prepared their weapons. The Knight only said a few words. What should follow him and what should be left, and what should be left, were arranged immediately. Everyone knows what they should do... For you, can you do it?"

"Okay, OK..." The old thief was a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject. He turned around and pointed at the thief leaning on the trunk: "Well, Balanli, tell him... a soldier who was holding a plow with a ox with a sharp spear, was surrounded by a strong and loyal soldier. Will such a knight have no dogs?"

"No dog?" Balanli smiled, his smile so bitter.

"If someone even keeps the pot with him, will there be no dog?"
Chapter completed!