Chapter 184 Dispute

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A small axe with an arc shape was held by Brown's wide hand, and then he saw Brown raise his hand, and the small axe was accurately stuck on the other party's forehead with a violent rotation and a whimpering sound of tearing the air.

This quick and accurate blow from the middle directly cut the opponent's brain into two with huge force. After a pause, the brain was mixed with red blood gushed out like tofu brain, especially the opponent fell slowly to the ground, just like splashing dirty water, and the white and red things were splashing everywhere, which seemed very terrible.

Everyone was stunned when they saw Brown killing someone at a disagreement, but Brown had been held back by the warriors of Red Leaf Ridge for a long time. How could he hold back when he started the killing?

"Kill me!" Brown took the axe from behind with a ferocious look and touched his waist with his left hand. Another axe directly chopped on the chest of a Gaul. Because the axe was sharp, it directly chopped into the other party's chest. The other party just made a horrible sound and fell to the ground.

"Oh oh oh oh oh..." Anglo-Saxon warriors let out their own weapons and rushed towards their original allies.

Unlike the neat crescent axes of the Gauls and the Vikings, the Anglo-Saxons did not have uniform equipment. They all picked up their own equipment and used them casually. Although the excess iron was cast into small hand axes for use, the weapons were varied: the knight's long sword, the Roman heavy infantry's heavy sword, and the Macedonian short sword, all of which were provided by merchants. They were smuggled arms and the profits were very abundant. It has been there since ancient times, and merchants flocked to it.

This habit is quite easy for small-scale battles, because one was killed on this side, and the other side had completely different fighting methods. If one didn't turn it back, it would be a different body and head. For a moment, the Gauls and the Vikings suffered a great loss.

By the time Bonaparte and Ingolisi got the news and rushed over with their men, more than 200 people here had fallen into a pool of blood.

Although Bonaparte was a Gaulian and did not regard ordinary people as humans, he loved his tribe members quite well. The three barbarians were dressed differently. Seeing their tribe members lying on the ground, Bonaparte was furious and was about to pull out the Half Moon Axe to fight Brown desperately.

But Ying Gelisi grabbed him and asked in a dark tone: "Brown, what's going on here?"

The two of them were angry, but Brown's anger was less than that of them? He was so aggrieved, angry, and murderous intent were all entangled in Brown's heart. He only saw Brown roar loudly: "What's going on? You two ask me what's going on? Why don't you ask yourself what's going on? What are you doing when I was sieging the city and killing the enemy in front!"

When these two people heard this, they were broken. No matter what Brown did, after all, to maintain this alliance, there is still a great thing to maintain, otherwise the collapse of the alliance will be near.

Brown is doing business, and the so-called great reason is this. Although the barbarians like to speak with fists, they are not unreasonable. They are especially smart barbarian leaders.

As long as Brown occupies this, no reason can be established for Brown.

The two of them felt a sudden slap in their hearts.

"What happened?" Yinggelisy asked with a gloomy look, but there was no Bonaparte's attitude of indicting him, which calmed down a little.

But he was still angry: "Look at what you little bastards do! When we Anglos killed our enemies in front, they actually snatched our things from behind! What is this? What is this!"

Although the two leaders were angry when they heard this, they were more angry Brown's words, what is the little bastard? They were so upset that they were called the little bastard. What was the name of the person we gave birth to them? The old bastard?

For a moment, the two of them really became angry, and they became brave and drew their swords toward each other?

It's a good idea, but does the league still want it? Bonaparte hesitated, he has the least people. If the league collapses, they still have enough strength to retreat to the sea. However, if the Camelo Knights attack, they will definitely attack his weakest man.

If the alliance is gone, how can he annex these two barbarians?

Yinggelisi also hesitated for a while. When the alliance collapsed, the final result would be to go its separate ways. Not only did he not have the strength to swallow these two barbarians, but if he had all his strength to swallow the weakest Gauls, the Anglos would never stand by, because at this time, anyone with discerning eyes would know that the next one to suffer would be himself!

So the alliance must not be broken up!

The two looked at each other and had a conspiracy in their hearts.

Ingrich smiled on his face: "Brown, don't be anxious, don't be anxious, aren't we here!"

"Why do they steal your stuff?" Although Bonaparte surrendered, he didn't want to admit defeat on his lips, and just asked coldly.

Brown calmed down a lot at this time, but said angrily: "Furniture, wine, and food, they are snatching these things!"

"Do you have food?" The two of them had their eyes lit up.

"It's because there isn't!" Brown said unhappily: "The Camelots actually have extra grain to make wine, which is really too luxurious."

The other two shook their heads, but their contempt was not shown on their faces. When drinking, you guys drink more than anyone else. It feels so good to drink! Luxury?

The two of them suddenly had a sad look on their faces. When they thought of the grain, the three of them frowned and sighed: "Oh!"

The amazing synchronization rate made the three of them look up at each other at the same time.

"You must not delay any more." Ingrich spoke, his voice cold and cruel: "Now I suggest taking out all your troops and choosing one person to command, and try my best to win this city in three days."

The food is no longer enough. The 200,000 army is a very strong combat power and a heavy burden. When it cannot be plundered to maintain it, it is a very heavy burden on logistics. Think about it, with China's vast land and abundant resources and strong productivity, even in the Han Dynasty and Tang Dynasty, there were few major battles of more than 200,000. All battles with more than 200,000 people were battles for celebrities throughout the ages. This brought huge pressure on economic production, grain supply, etc. at that time, let alone barbarians without logistics.

Therefore, it is imperative to destroy the city, and it is imperative to plunder. Even if there is no food, the fine skin and tender flesh of the Camelots will be enough for them to eat for a long time!

The other two nodded, but their eyes were concentrated on Ingrich. So, who will be the head coach?!


Chapter completed!