“Tax card?”

Zhao Hu was stunned when he heard Mengda's words. He thought that he had been running from afar to this broken place to beat Kazakhs and was charged for money. The fat man who had never done a loss-making business was angry. The angry that had just been held in his heart through the yellow sand area suddenly burst out. He sternly said to Mengda next to him: "I'm going to help them fight Kazakhs, but he dares to ask me for money! Let me see which idiot who has eaten the courage of the bear heart and leopard."

The fat man rode a horse from the back of the team with a cold face to the front fence and railing. He saw a middle-aged nobleman wearing white trim patterns, with a proud look on his face, with more than a dozen peasant soldiers wearing broken leather armor standing in front of the wooden blocking bar, counting the number of people in the horse team behind him with his fingers, muttering in a low voice.

The sandstorm in front of them shattered the fat man's cavalry one by one, and the sand on his body was thickly covered with a layer of sand. The image was so miserable that it was so miserable that it was not the look of the army. It was directly regarded by the middle-aged nobles as the nobles who fled from the south.

Seeing these high-ranking northern nobles in the past and swallowing their anger in front of them, the middle-aged nobles felt very happy: "You are you, that fat man!"

Seeing the fat man's unique figure moving forward from behind the horse team, the middle-aged nobleman saw that the fat man should be the leader of the horse team. He stopped mutteringly and pointed at the fat man with contempt and shouted arrogantly, "You are passing through the territory of Marquis Loca. According to the Imperial Lord Act, each of you needs to pay a little silver luke protection fee."

The middle-aged nobleman paused for a moment, and continued to look at the fat man with a sly expression: "Every of your horses needs to pay a big silver luke, and we will ensure your safety in the territory of Marquis of Loca according to the decree."

"As long as I give you money, can you really keep us safe?"

The fat man looked at the middle-aged nobleman who was pointing fingers below, suppressing the anger in his heart. The fat face of red puffed looks even more cute. This silly expression made Meng Da feel cold next to him.

"The more cute this fat man smiles, the more ruthless he will be. This guy is going to be in great trouble!"

"Yes, yes, as long as you give money, nothing else is a problem. You have to believe in the strength of our Lokka family. We are a big family with a 500-man legion. Even the Kazakhs who are rampant in the north dare not provoke us. Without the protection of our Lokka family, the Kazakhs will definitely cut off your head and spend money to eliminate disasters. You will make a lot of money."

The middle-aged nobleman who had not yet felt that he was about to be in trouble responded with a sarcastic expression on his right hand, skillfully gestured at the Kazakhs' chopping people, and secretly felt happy that he was about to have a big sum of money to make his account.

"That's how these nobles are. Whenever the fierce Kazakhs are mentioned, everything is easy to say."

In fact, this place is not the territory of Marquis of Loka at all. It is just that the nobles of Satdo were killed and ran away under the attack of the Kazakhs. The Loka family in the south relied on their own troops to stay here. Seeing a large number of northern refugees fleeing from here to the south some time ago, they set up checkpoints on these uninhabited lands, making a fortune.

"I'm a knight who travels. Look at how much money it costs to so many of us! Can you lose it? You also know whether the year will be better this year!"

The fat man turned his head awkwardly, looked at the cavalry behind him, gestured with embarrassment, like a northern noble who was in a state of embarrassment and wanted to maintain a decent northern noble.

"Okay, just give four hundred silver lukes"

The middle-aged nobleman smiled knowingly, stretched out his four fingers and shook them in front of the fat horse. There were too many nobles who wanted to save face like this. They obviously went to the south to escape and said they were traveling to knights. As long as they were willing to pay, they would not stop you even if you went to the Kazakhs to cut me off.

"It's only four hundred silver lukes! I'm worried."

The middle-aged nobleman saw the fat man on his horse and breathed a sigh of relief. He patted his chest with his right hand, and then took out a spotted leopard skin purse with dozens of small gems on his bucket-like waist. The crisp sound of metal collisions came from inside.

The middle-aged nobleman was dazzled by the shaking sunshine. Looking at the precious gems on the surface of the wallet and listening to the heavy and wonderful business coming from inside, the middle-aged nobleman couldn't help but feel a thrill in his heart.

"This is a fat big fish that cannot be fat!"

This extremely luxurious wallet is the thing Fatty saw the most eye-catching thing that the fat man had transported back from Mengda yesterday. According to Fatty, a man's courage is his wallet. If he is a man, he must have a wallet that is cool enough.

"Come on, these are all yours!"

Seeing the middle-aged nobleman with regret on his face, the fat man knew that his prey had been hooked, so he shook the purse in his hand at the middle-aged nobleman below, which made the eyes of the middle-aged nobleman below appear greedy.

“These are mine!”

Hearing the fat man's words immediately, the middle-aged nobleman below could no longer suppress his greedy desire, and his eyes were stupendous and stretched out his hand to the purse in the fat man's hand like a demon, wishing he could hold the purse in his hand.

"Ah"! The middle-aged nobleman who rushed towards the wallet suddenly let out a shrill scream, and his whole body was kicked out by fierce force, and his body rolled on the ground. His hand that reached for the fat man's wallet was strangely twisted, and his hand bone was kicked and broken by the fat man riding on the horse.

"Fuck your grandma, I dare to ask me for money. I am his ancestor of the car bandit Lu Ba! "

The fat man jumped off the horse's back like a fat bear who was irritated in hibernation, kicked off one after another, and stepped hard on the deformed palm of the middle-aged nobleman. The painful shouts of the middle-aged nobleman were like a high-pitched tenor song, which was raised several heights higher than the duck-like sound just now, almost tearing everyone's ears. Even the most famous tenors in the empire were ashamed to hear it.

The peasants around could clearly hear the crisp cracking sound of bones under the fat man's feet "climbing", but looking at the cold blades on the hands of the nearby cavalry, no one dared to come forward to rescue the middle-aged noble, allowing the middle-aged noble to scream and howl like a rat nailed to the ground by a human-shaped bear.

"It's really a shame to learn to be a car bandit Lu Ba! If you didn't have time today, you, Master Hu, would have ruined your hands!"

The fat man saw the middle-aged nobleman who had fainted and kicked the middle-aged nobleman's completely broken palm with his feet. He found that the middle-aged nobleman had really fainted from pain, so he spat at the middle-aged nobleman covered in soil with unwilling expressions.

Looking at the unknown cavalry team rolling away, the peasants at the level were careful to drag the middle-aged nobleman who had fainted to the shade on the roadside.

The fat man rode on the horse, and his fat body was pounding up and down with the high speed of the war horse. His face turned pitifully green and his head hung listlessly on the horse's back, just like a little girl who had just been rubbed and tortured by more than a dozen strong men.

I had been running with the horse team in front of me for a whole morning. The fat man, who had never had experience in long-distance riding, had already sweated coldly on his face. He felt that the organs in his fat belly were squeezed hard by an invisible big hands. His stomach was so churning and disgusting that he just wanted to spit everything out. His fat eyes were pitiful rolling, and his originally rosy face was a little blue.

Seeing the fat man who had been dragged away by the horse team in front of him and the leading knight running at the front of the horse team gradually slowed down the galloping speed of his war horse, letting the people behind him lead the horse team to surpass him, and finally controlled the horse to be parallel to the fat man hanging at the end of the team. It was the spearman Iron Dragon who claimed that he had picked up the Silver Knight badge.

"Sir, you can't do this. A stiff body will make you feel even more uncomfortable. In this state, you can't fight against the enemy even if you reach your destination."

Tielong's magnetic low voice cheered up the fat man's spirit a little. He nodded slightly at Tielong with a pale face. The sound of his mouth slightly opened was almost like a moan. He vomited again as soon as he opened his mouth to speak. The violent vomiting along the way made the fat man almost spit out bitter bile, and his face turned pale and green.

"Sir, you should relax your body so that you can adjust your breathing rhythm as the speed of the horse running, otherwise even the iron man will be dragged down."

Seeing the fat man's pitiful little look, the spearman Tielong smiled disapprovingly, and suddenly stretched out his rough right palm and gently patted the head of the fat man's horse riding like lightning. The moment the horse's head slapped on the palm of his hand, the chaotic horse stance suddenly became much more regular.

"Feel it with your heart, and you will find that you are not riding a horse, you are flying in the wind! Hold the reins, relax, and relax again, so that the horse will become a part of your body,"

The iron dragon rode a war horse and guarded Zhao Hu, like a tutor who was tempted and tempting. The low but penetrating sound in his mouth was like hypnosis, constantly correcting the fat man’s mistakes. Whenever the war horse jumped and showed signs of chaos, he stretched out his right hand and slapped the horse’s head quickly.

Following Tielong's guidance, the fat man gradually felt that the war horse under his crotch was really turning into his feet, and was leaping at high speed with his thoughts. The nausea of ​​squeezing and vomiting just now had been thrown out of the sky.
Chapter completed!