Vol 3 Chapter 418: What bird language?

The next morning, in the early morning, the east gradually turned white.
Although the sky is not bright, but the sky is clean, like jasper, and it looks like a good day. It can be said that if it wasn't for the gutter between the mountains below, no one would have thought that there was a thunderstorm here last night.
With such capriciousness, the changeable climate in the north is truly worthy of the name.
Of course, although the weather is getting better, some people are afraid that it will be difficult to get better ...
In the mountains, a temporary animal skin tent was set up.
"Damn! Tiwu, did you forget how we agreed yesterday?"
"Uncle Yuan Fang, give me another day, just one day! I can definitely catch them ..."
"Well, you have sent tens of thousands of people. It took one day and two nights. What happened ... No, just send me away now!"
"It's really one day ... or half a day, please, uncle!"
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At the door of the tent, listening to the sounds of begging or arguing inside, a dozen barbarian officers in continuous dripping animal skin looked at each other, and finally they all couldn't help but feel feverish and lowered their heads.
The matter is very simple. Before relocating here yesterday, Yuan Fang and the top generals of the two Tiu armies reached an agreement. Regardless of the result, they must start this morning. But with a night scene yesterday afternoon, not to mention that the original tens of thousands of people in the area of ​​more than a hundred miles, that is, the 10,000 people they took with them around the clock, swept back and forth against the wind and rain, but still failed to catch the group of Bran people. So this morning, Tiwu decisively relied ...
Honestly. From the perspective of these barbarian officers, the one-day and two-night hunt was really ashamed. Very clumsy and morale-injurious. Tens of thousands of people were hunted in a certain area by an entire number of people, and even one of them was provoked by the other's anti-killing, but the result was still empty-handed ... Even if the is a child playing hide-and-seek, it should be caught for so long!
The quarrels in it became more and more fierce, and the faces of these barbarian officers became even more ugly. Why did the words of General Yuan Fang scold them? However, from the bottom of their hearts, they still hope that Tiwu will prevail, humiliating. I don't agree ... I have to get this place back!
Inside the tent, the iron-colored Yuan Fangzheng confronted Tiwu with a look of discouragement but madness.
Walking around constantly, poking his fingers, Yuan Fang at this time was desperately trying to make a huge loss to Tiwu, and said sadly: "You have lost, completely lost. Do you understand?" You do n’t look like a general now, but a bad-eyed gambler who lost red eyes. It ’s possible to overwhelm the last surviving horse in your own house to make a copy, is it possible? Ridiculous!

"I didn't lose! They're still here, they haven't run out yet ..." Waving his arms, Tiwu looked stunned, roaring loudly, as if to eat people.
Yuan Fang was not scared. He shouted unwillingly: "So what? Can you catch them in half a day? Will it take another long time if you can't catch them? You can't afford to lose ... I can tell you now, no, But, you can't catch them, and I can't condone you again! "
On the first side, Tiwu looked coldly, "Let's do it anyway. I've searched anyway! Come, let's go on ..."
Suddenly anxious. Yuan Fang yelled against Tiou's face: "Dare you! Tiou, I tell you, don't forget, An Shuai let you lead alone because I was overseeing you. Do you dare to violate Anshuai's instructions?"
"Fuck me with that old man." He shouted, Tiou pointed down, and yelled in the same manner, spitting, "Don't forget, here, I am the supreme commander! Call me your face!" Your uncle, if you don't give face, you are a vice general, you have to listen to me! "
"I, I, I ..." This uncivilized disobedience made Yuan Fang anger directly, the old face turned red, "I ... grass your mother!"
"Oh!" Tiu turned suddenly, screaming absurdly, "You are so brave! Now, everyone outside has heard it, my mother is the Queen of the Northern Wasteland, this guy dares to blaspheme the Queen ... Are you dead? Come on, tie me to this wicked guy. "
"Uh ..." Yuan Fangwen suddenly felt dumbfounded, he knew the identity of Tiwu Niang. But I was just anxious and scolded, how could it be profane? Besides, Tiou called his uncle, then he must have a relationship with the Queen ...
But before Yuan Fang returned, more than a dozen barbarian officers had rushed in. They also knew that the charge was ridiculous, but they wanted to find the lost face together with Tiu. After talking about so many people, it will be lawless to blame the public. So he saluted quickly and saluted, and immediately embraced and won Yuan Fang.
Rubbing his palms, Tiwuman apologized: "Uncle Yuan Fang, I'm sorry. Just half a day, half a day later, I scratch my head and pay you!"
With his arms tied back, Yuan Fang's face turned blue, and he yelled, "Tiu, I care about you, you, you ..."
"Um, plug it up, his mother's still holding on, quickly plug it up!" Teared, wiped his face and spit, Tiu quickly tore off the arm skin and passed it. More than a dozen barbarian officers took ropes and gagged again, binding Yuan Fang firmly. After some hurried work, Tiu patted Weng Fang's shoulders and said bitterly: "Uncle, this is also for you. Look, you almost blasphemed my mother again. Cool down, take a rest here first. Let's go out and talk. "
After that, he waved to the dozen barbarian officers and walked out of the account first. Only the Yuan Fang who was by the five flowers was sitting in the corner of the tent, with his eyes cracking, and he was so angry ...
Ten meters away from the account, more than a dozen barbarian officers gathered around Tiu, waiting for instructions.
After a moment's groaning, Tiwu hammered his palm fiercely, and said coldly: "Mother, since the team can't be found, then all spread out! The order went on, and the soldiers on the left and right sides stayed in place and held me Hold on to the defense line, if you let go of one, you will commit suicide! In addition, all the teams in all areas will be broken up and searched by one person. I want all of us in this hundred-mile range to be dense! Huh, Play with me ... he's afraid you can't afford it! "
After a pause, the murderous mad expression slightly converged, Tiu raised his finger, "Remember, only half a day, half a day, you must find me this Bran people!"
"Yes! General, rest assured!" A dozen barbarian officers with excited expressions bowed at the same time, then turned and strode away.
...
Upon order, some lonely early morning mountains suddenly became lively.
If we say that all the soldiers are gathered on the left and right wings, and it is simply and crudely pushed directly to the middle, it is a way of giving up their faces completely. Now that all the soldiers are scattered, and people are searched through the mountains, the loss of their faces is only a little less than the former. Of course, the effect is not much worse. This is completely out of the way, the former is crushed by the general trend, the latter is relying on people's authority.
For a moment, in this area of ​​more than a hundred miles, the top of the mountain, the bottom of the valley, the gully, the woods, and even the pond formed last night, and so on. Everywhere, as long as you can step in, there are barbarians. If you look down from a height, you will find that the barbarian is densely populated with ants like ants.
This is a real man-to-people war. In the face of such forces, the barbarians only think that all the strategies are just a joke. But is this the case?
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In the morning, a barbaric man with a black bear skin walked out of a mountain ditch with disappointment and shook his head constantly, very disappointed. Then he looked around, and couldn't help walking.
Several barbarians were walking towards this place a few dozen meters ahead, and they were a little stunned when they saw him.
"Hi, how did you find it?" With the vague words of Bran, the barbarian in bearskin took another step forward and said hello.
"Bru ..." A barbarian opposite him shook his head in disappointment, and returned with a more ambiguous northern barbarism, probably meaningless.
Beihuang has had a glimpse of Bran for a long time, and he has been in constant battles and fights all year round, but he is more esteemed for Blan's language and culture. Basically, senior officers use Bran, which is clear and fluent. Although ordinary barbarians can also say something briefly, the accent is very vague, so in general, they are still used to communicating in barbarism.
So here in Bru, there were several people separated by a dozen meters, all shaking their heads in despair for nothing.
For a moment, the brutal man in bearskin raised his finger to the left at will, and looked up the hill over there. Those barbarians now have two choices, either go to the mountain road on the right or enter the mountain gully in front.
The gully has just been searched by the bearskin barbarian, so naturally there is no need to go anymore, so a few barbarians turned and walked to the right, but after a few steps, a barbarian turned around stupidly, raised his finger, and asked loudly "Hello, huh ...?"
After finishing the messy barbarism ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The barbarian wearing a bearskin turned his head, glanced at the other hand, waved his hand, and continued to speak the vague Bran language: "Oh , I have n’t searched over there, you can go and look over there.

Nodding his head, the barbarian waved his hand and turned his head: "Lama is dumb ..."
Seeing like this means goodbye, but the distance between the two sides is relatively long, and the sound coming from them is also blurred. The bearskin barbarian looked a little hesitant, flashed away, and then kept waving his hand, turning his head halfway: "Lama ... ah, buy a dish, Shayanara ..."
The messy barbarism was also very vague. The barbarian heard the words stunned, opened his mouth, and turned to look at the bearskin barbarian who strode away. Then he shrugged, when he heard it wrong, and turned away with several others.
For a moment, when these barbarians disappeared at the corner of the mountain road, the barbarians wearing bearskins touched it back again, and looked around, straightened, rubbed their foreheads, and murmured. Saying: "Wipe, what a special bird's language! It's not human work ..."
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