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"Brother Teli, I left in a hurry and didn't bring any dry food. I see you brought so many wheat cakes, can you share some with me to cushion your stomach? I will definitely pay you back in the future."
This is a gangster in the village, a guy who is ready to eat and drink from the beginning.
"Brother Teli, I know you are a kind person. You usually help me apply herbs and bandage my wounds. Unfortunately, I finished eating the steamed buns on the way. I still have to walk so far in the afternoon. I don't think you can eat so much.
You give me half, and my life will be yours when I go to the battlefield."
This is a heartless man who hides a ration bag in his chest and begs for food from his benefactor. The words in his mouth don't taste as good as Nalisan's farts.
In addition to these two strong men, there were many people looking at him. Teli found with some sadness that the looks of these people were just as playful as Nerhart's on the horse.
Yes, to be able to see such a good show on a boring road, of course I have to cheer for it. As for the love of selling medicinal herbs at low prices, to put it bluntly, no one knows whether they can come back alive.
Care about how many good things you have done?
Logically speaking, an honest and good person like me should be willing to help others. However, if I really hand over such a small amount of dry food in my hand, what will happen to my Nalisan and Bolt if I die on the battlefield due to hunger?
?
Thinking of this, Teli hid the dry food bag in his arms, picked up the grass-cutting sickle from the medicine basket, and looked a little dull.
"I left in such a hurry that I didn't even have breakfast in the morning, so I brought some extra dry food. What will I eat if I give these to you two? You want me to starve to death, right?"
The man who originally looked very easy to bully suddenly became sullen and picked up the shining sickle. The gangster and Laizi looked at each other with a strange feeling of "Am I not awake yet?"
Unable to figure out what the sudden change was, the two could only smile, turned around and left with a sullen expression.
Nerhart sat on the horse and looked down at the farce, smiling disdainfully.
Except for the sudden outburst of the always talkative Te Li, there were no additional episodes along the way. General Nerhart, who was extremely gifted in commanding an army, led his army to the village of Grus near the branch of the Fantasy River late at night.
Successfully frightened the militia general Trollope who was sleeping with the beautiful village girl in his arms.
Grus Village is much larger than Brad Village. It is built against the mountains. It has its own quarry and mine. It has a population of about 10,000. It belongs to the transportation artery between the north and the south. It is better to say it is a village than a stone.
town.
The 'Nerhart Army' who arrived at the assembly point late at night naturally had nothing to eat, and the cooks would not wait until midnight.
Seeing that his subordinates were showing cannibalism, after consulting the militia general Trollope for his opinion, General Nerhart could only order his subordinates to be well clothed and well fed, while he once again took out beef jerky, dipped it in wine, and drank it.
Enjoying delicious food with a noble attitude.
The ‘Nerhart Army’ spontaneously selected a dozen people who could ‘cook’ and swarmed into the kitchen.
The chefs who are quite good at the Nine Transformation True Inheritance took some leftovers from other people in the evening, divided them into two parts, including roots and leaves, potatoes, carrots and roots, rubbed them, threw them into a pot, added water and cooked them. Although it was the same as three big pots of alchemy potions.
The brownish-red ghost thing has filled my stomach at least. As for whether it will show up to my companions at night, I can only smell it to identify people.
Because it was too late, Nerhart's army, which had not been assigned a garrison, could only sleep on straw in an empty warehouse. However, General Nerhart moved into a certain building in the town by virtue of his status as a 'general'.
In a private mansion.
Lying on the straw in the corner of the warehouse, I always felt that the two beggars at noon were trying to get behind me. Teli leaned against the wooden wall of the warehouse, holding the dry food bag in his arms with one hand and the sickle with the other, squinting his eyes and falling asleep.
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In fact, Teli actually caught the thief who wanted to steal the dry food bag. He was none other than the gangster who failed to beg for food and had been hungry for a whole day.
"What do you want to do?"
The sleeping man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at himself. Pan, whose heart was beating violently, rolled his eyes hard to glance at the sickle in the herb collector's hand, and slowly released the dry food bag with an embarrassed smile.
"It's okay, I just want to see your... Ha, I'm leaving."
Watching Pan tiptoeing around the sleeping villagers and returning to his position, Teli suddenly felt that this battle was so boring. Just being wary of his own people was enough to consume all his energy. How could he unite to face Noxus?
people?
Because he almost had his butt touched on the way, he was afraid that a vengeful gangster would stab him, so Te Li basically didn't sleep all night, and Nerhart, who wanted to make meritorious deeds, went crazy like a tough guy in the village.
Having woken up early, Te Li had no choice but to be forced to stand in the assembly line before the sun had risen to listen to the damn guanxi household instructions.
Teli, who had dark circles under his eyes, clenched his sickle impatiently and was stunned.
By the way, have you become more and more irritable since joining this resistance army?
Standing on the high platform in the town square, after receiving General Trollope's order, Nerhart tensed up his strength and drew out his sword with high spirits. The sword-drawing technique he had secretly practiced dozens of times played a huge role at this moment.
...At least the heavy stainless steel sword didn't turn into a 'sword swing' that hurt people indiscriminately the moment it was unsheathed.
"You warriors of Blood Village! I! The great General Nerhart officially announces! I will lead you to join General Trollope's Third Reserve Army! Become the glorious Ionian resistance army! And
General Trollope drives out the savage Noxian barbarians!
From the moment I put on this armor, I understood the heavy responsibility on my shoulders. The savage and ferocious Noxians wielded butcher knives against us Ionians. I often reflected on my virtues and abilities, and actually had the courage to lead
You all stand up bravely to face these barbarians,
Then I knew that it was my unyielding will and blood as hot as molten iron that made me choose to take up arms..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Many people dozed off in response to the continuous loud farts of the general in charge of the relationship, and some strong men who coveted the village chief's wife secretly cursed Lao Bi
The village chief was so surprised that he actually chose such a pretentious fool to be the leader of the resistance for his own happiness.
As if aware of the dissatisfaction of the crowd, Nerhart could only regretfully end his personal speech before his debut.
"Ahem... General Trollope will give the lecture next! Everyone applauds and welcomes!"
Amidst sparse applause, Trollope, with a dark face, slowly walked up to the high platform.
The war is about to begin, where is the time to talk nonsense?
I had already promised to come down after just saying a few words, but it turned out that this stinky idiot was even more nagging than the old lady in front of his mother’s Kalma Temple.
If Nerhart hadn't been the brother-in-law of the village chief of Bullard Village, he would have used the long sword in his hand to poke holes in the smelly and long foot-binding cloth to make him understand the consequences of talking nonsense on the battlefield.
Idiots who only know how to perform should really think about their virtues and abilities. I'm afraid it wasn't Brad's old immortal who was blind and poked the wrong eyes that gave such a waste a chance.
Suppressing his overwhelming resentment towards Nerhart, Trollope said loudly.
"I only have a few words to say to you!
The Noxian army is expected to arrive in the central plains in a week and press against the Grus Village army!
As a reserve army, our Third Army's task is to establish a defensive front in the rear before the Noxians come in! When the First Army and the Second Army retreat, we must complete the most basic defense construction! Together with the Dragon Back Mountain
Let's fight against the Noxian army together with our martial arts!
Everyone! Grus Village is the last barrier of Presidence! The Presidence people have no way to retreat!
We must fight to the death before the Noxians retreat!"
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