nashuaworldcup Chapter 407 Why are they so obedient?
Chapter 407 Why are they so obedient?
It was late at night, and more than thirty carriages were moving silently on the winding road.
Zhao Qiaoniang's cheeks flushed as she waited for Huo Jun and said, "Who said we were going to rob? We're just going to take back what belongs to us. Don't let your imagination run wild. Let's go!"
Huo Jun's face also turned red:
"That's not what I meant. The little guy is really well taken care of and has grown up to be plump and white.
Was she born while fleeing famine?"
Zhao Qiaoniang touched Lin Wanwan's hand and said, "Yes! We had nothing to eat back then, and we were kicked out. But luckily, Naitang later helped us find a lot of food..."
Huo Jun looked at her, and for some reason his heart ached...
He coughed and said, "I'd really like to see what kind of person would do something worse than an animal."
Mulan snorted coldly and said, "That family will always get their comeuppance. We were all driven out by our husband's family, and now we're living quite well."
Huo Jun looked at the group of women soldiers and asked, "Are you saying that all of you were driven out?"
"Most of them are like this, and some were rescued by us..." Zhao Qiaoniang said no more.
The toffee and cheese were familiar with the route and soon brought the convoy to the vicinity of the Hun's military camp.
Under the moonlight, the outline of the Hun army camp gradually became clear. It was a camp surrounded by rough logs, with tall fences of uneven height.
At the camp gate, several Hun soldiers were half drunk, their long swords resting carelessly on the ground. From time to time, they would yell a few words in an incomprehensible Hu language, and their voices could be heard far away in the silent night.
Inside the military camp, a bonfire was burning fiercely, with sparks flying everywhere.
The Huns sat in groups of three or five around the fire, tearing into the barbecue in their hands with big mouthfuls. Oil flowed freely from the corners of their mouths and dripped onto the dusty ground.
They held the wine bowl in their hands, tilted their heads back and drank it down in one gulp. The wine flowed down their chins and soaked their rough clothes.
The air was filled with the strong aroma of wine, meat and sweat, intertwined into a unique and pungent smell.
What these Huns love most is to get together on nights like this to enjoy wine and meat.
They were shouting and jostling each other, occasionally erupting in laughter at a crude joke or a win at the bet.
They were keen on showing off their spoils, piling up the gold and silver jewelry and exquisite silks looted from various places, comparing them with each other, with smug gleams in their eyes.
Zhao Qiaoniang crouched down, hiding in the dense grass, staring at the Hun soldiers without blinking.
The Hun soldiers were surrounding the open box, pulling out gold, silver and treasures from it, shouting incomprehensible words with greedy smiles on their faces, looking even more ferocious in the light of the campfire.
Naitang squatted aside, his small body trembling slightly with excitement, his beard twitching, and his eyes sparkling with eagerness to try.
Suddenly, it squeaked, which was a signal to attack, and then it led its group of brothers and rushed towards the Hun camp rapidly.
Huo Jun looked at this scene, extremely anxious, and could not help but whispered: "Are these little mice capable of anything? Don't mess this up!"
Zhao Qiaoniang snorted softly, her eyes full of confidence:
"Don't underestimate them, their combat capabilities are much stronger than ours.
What's more, they are small and agile, so it's really hard for ordinary people to spot them."
Naitang was the first to take the lead. With her petite figure, she cleverly avoided the legs and debris placed haphazardly by the Hun soldiers and quickly approached the pile of treasure.
Its brothers were not to be outdone. Some of them climbed quickly along the tent pillars, while others nimbly shuttled under the soldiers' feet. Wherever they went, the Hun soldiers were unaware.
Milkshake's fur stood up and he let out a sharp cry.
It kicked its hind legs hard, and its whole body flew out like an arrow.
Only a vague afterimage was left behind, and it disappeared among the dense branches and leaves in an instant, running towards the military camp.
Huo Jun stood aside, stunned with shock, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.
After he came to his senses, he looked at Zhao Qiaoniang and asked in a low voice, but his curiosity was still evident: "How did you train these little animals? Why are they so obedient?"
After saying this, his eyes fell on the majestic tiger pacifier not far away, and he asked nervously, "How can you let this tiger stay with Lin Wanwan? Will it suddenly go crazy?"
Zhao Qiaoniang almost couldn't help laughing and explained:
"No, these animals all listen to Wanwan.
Otherwise, why do you think I brought Wanwan out here?"
Huo Jun looked incredulous. He then asked softly, "They all listen to Wanwan? Isn't this incredible?"
Zhao Qiaoniang smiled and said, "Wanwan is very good friends with them. They have a very close relationship, so these animals sometimes dote on her."
The pacifier rubbed Lin Wanwan affectionately, and a low purring sound came from her throat, as if she was acting coquettishly.
Lin Wanwan raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a gentle smile. She raised her hand and gently touched its head, saying softly, "Wait a little longer, at least until they all faint, then we can start."
The pacifier seemed to understand what she said. It nodded its big head obediently, lay aside, stared at the Hun camp, and was ready to obey orders at any time.
Soon the Hun soldiers began to snore, and Zhao Qiaoniang then took the female army to pick up the leaks.
Don't underestimate the Huns' military camp, it has all the necessary supplies.
There were all kinds of gold and silver jewelry scattered on the ground. Before anyone else could make a move, Naitang rushed up with his brothers.
They were very quick and efficient and soon packed all the treasures into the box.
Toffee bit Zhao Qiaoniang's trouser leg with a "squeak, squeak, squeak" sound. Zhao Qiaoniang looked helpless and muttered, "These are all Wanwan's. Are you satisfied now?"
Only then did Naitang nod contentedly and then went back to his busy work.
In the military camp, the meat on the grill was still emitting a fragrant aroma, and some of it was even untouched.
The soldiers had been running for a long time and were already starving. They didn't care about much else at this moment and gathered around the grill to feast.
In addition, they also collected a lot of fine wines to take back.
The entire tent was filled with the aroma of wine and meat. As expected, the Huns loved this kind of hearty life of drinking big bowls of wine and eating big chunks of meat.
After everyone had their fill of food and drink, they arrived at the main tent.
The main tent is more spacious and magnificent than the other tents, and its decoration is more luxurious.
In the center of the tent stood a huge solid wooden table, filled with exquisite wine vessels and uneaten delicacies, including a whole roasted lamb and various unnamed delicacies from the frontier.