Chapter 487 (2/2)
Facing the well-equipped and sharp armed forces of the five nations, Hannibal's army has no resistance at all. Under the strong crossbows, sharp arrows, long guns and short swords, these Africans have no resistance at all.Not to mention anything else, the power of the 300 swords and 500 awakeners alone is enough to suppress the slaves of one million people. Oh, no, it's 800000.
In the past 15 days and in the construction of the first port, about 100000 slaves have been killed, while about 80000 people have died of disobedience to navigation.
The blood and tears in it can be said to have been piled up by the Carthaginians.
And in this group of people, there is a person is incomparably low-key.
There were several huge African men standing in front of the supervisors and soldiers.
The man with curly hair, who was 1.9 meters tall and not tall among black people, pursed his lips with resolute eyes. The bruises he had recently suffered on the boat were black and white. The spots splashed by cement when mixing cement were black and white.
Every inch of his skin is burning in the cement and the sun, and his every movement is burning with burning pain.
But he knew that no one could help him except himself.
Whoever helps him will kill him!
This is absolutely a super bold plan. Facing Hannibal, who is full of enemies in all directions, he knows in an instant that he is absolutely impossible to escape.
Once the other party has sorted out all the slaves, then his generals will sell him for a piece of bread and a meat steak immediately. It is not too late to flee. However, it is at a loss where to go, and there is no place for him!
This continent, this world, is already all enemies!
Enemy of the world!
Hannibal thought, the whole man was shaking, the man This has already been done!
The man How can you do this!
Hannibal was puzzled. He was not afraid of failure, but he was afraid of the unknown, of Keller's wisdom.
Anyway, since the million slaves needed to be transported to a ”new world”, he could not wait to come under the cover of his subordinates.
The new world means no one knows him, means a new beginning, means a new life, means He can do it again!
Can we win?
He doesn't know.
But he must take revenge.
Hatred supported him and became his driving force, his power to move forward.
He, has nothing, he, has no fear.
This is a terrible enemy.
He has a strong body, a strong body, intelligent wisdom, patience, and endless hatred
He's a wolf, a snake, a hyena, a vulture.
He's waiting for the day when Keller dies, rots.
If Keller had been perfect, he would have rushed up with his viral teeth and ripped open an infected wound.
He's Hannibal.
The most outstanding strategist, strategist, commander and king in Africa.
”How long will it be ready?” Asked the golden haired lion, touching his giant lion, whom Hannibal had paid tribute to.
Her eyes were a little anxious.
Two years of travel, she has been delayed for two years and two months.
The lion languidly gasped, eating Carthage all the time. The breath from his mouth was full of sour smell of human flesh.
”There should be three or four days left.” Dinissa made a mental calculation and said.
”It's too long. Let them finish it in two days.” Altoria did not hesitate to cut the schedule in half.
”It's impossible, lily. They are not professional workers. Even if they are forced to die, their speed is only so much.” Denisa said with a bitter smile that she understood her anxiety, but as a sword, her future life was calculated in terms of a hundred years, and she was much more patient than altoria.
”Qi!” Altoria snorted softly and patted the lion's mane. The lion sneezed, stood up, growled, and then turned and ran into the rainforest behind him.
At the roar of the lion, the carthages shivered.
The significance of their existence is not only workers, cannon fodder, but also part-time responsibility of rations.
Five hundred awakeners and all kinds of carnivores eat a lot of food!
You know, in the middle ages, there was still such a savage habit of burning old maidens, not to mention the present age of human rights?
Human rights? Yes, citizens do! How could slaves like them have human rights?
Altoria was not a cruel man. If it had been Nero, Gilgamesh and the like, there would have been a flood of blood here.
Can't you finish the task? Kill!
That lion ate a lot of people in front of many carthages!
Now hunting is just for a change of taste, and its ration will still be Carthage!!Faced with this lion, Carthage people dare not resist at all. In fact, apart from the Carmelo people, the Romans, Macedonians and umas are also wary of it - they have never heard of any country taming Warcraft!
Carmelo's confidentiality work is really in place!
Two days later, sail, set sail!!
Sanli didn't come back tonight.
Obviously, sorting out the intelligence system of the kingdom of toristin is a very hard work. It has been a whole day and two nights for Sanli's quick witted people.
Keller shook his head gently. The twilight of the kingdom of torristine was gloomy. He was not optimistic about it, but he couldn't help him for his strategic plan.
It's a long night. It's a little boring.
Just released his evil last night, Keller is a little bit more than enough.
”I remember, it was Longfellow Come on Keller sat up from the sofa, straightened up slightly, and stood up. ”Well, it's a very interesting person. Go and visit.”
”Dong Dong Dong...” Three regular knocks on the door, as if on her heart, almost frightened her.
She quickly put her package into the closet, closed it heavily, and then asked aloud, ”who is it?”
”Miss Longfellow? I'm Keller. ” The sound outside made her face wrinkled and the worst happened.
Damn, how could this man have thought of visiting her today?
”Well, Mr. Keller, I'm sorry, but I'm already asleep. Can you call on me tomorrow?” Longfellow said in a loud voice.
”Oh...” Keller's interesting voice came through the thick wooden door.
”So...” His gentle smile, as if with magic, oppressed Longwell's windpipe and made her breathless.
Click
The sound of the lock almost made her heart beat out.
”Mr. Keller?” Don't know why, the sound flat white put down three or four degrees of her inexplicable weak gas up.
”Can I help you?” Keller's soft voice crept in slowly against the wall.
”No No.... ” Her feet are soft to cry, this monster She can't afford to.
No, it's not just her that can't do it. Toristin can't even.
He is a Datura, only blooming on death!
”What else can I do for you? The sorcerer of the clod, Miss Foucault. ” Keller's gentle voice came in with his people, and with him came the door that slammed shut and furkai's despair