: Fight with the wife

"Road, road, I, Gong Zi, have finally built you here!"

For a month, Zhao Fubo was not idle, studying. Martin was not idle, building crossbows. Gong Zi was not idle, and she was not idle either. She was resting in the damn "road" that separated her and her husband. However, Martin once said that the sleepers laid now and then they could run small trains after they were on the tracks in the future.

Although Gong Zi didn't know what the train was, she knew that Martin had been sensually imitated, and the things she created were either scary or could easily kill people!

A "Martin Type 1 Rifle" came to Gong Zi, so in addition to insisting on repairing the "road", Gong Zi also had to practice guns. Moreover, she was among women, every woman who killed people with the "Martin Type 1 Rifle".

"No, I don't do this, this is what the slaves do! I am a knight, and I ask for treatment from a knight, and at most the ransom is higher in the future!"

A European with a big waist and round waist was so strong that he straightened his waist, threw the pickaxe in his hand aside, and glared at the Mamluk cavalry who supervised him. Supervising the work of slaves was not the ones beside Gong Zi, but the soldiers of the Great Song Yulin Army were mainly responsible for protecting the safety of the station.

"Pick up the tool, hurry up!"

The shouting people used Arabic dialect, and these crusaders stayed in Jerusalem for a long time and were not unfamiliar with it. This was a knight from the Medical Knights. Of course, they did not know the deal between their leader and Zhao Fubo, and thought they could use money to exempt their work.

"Bang."

A long whip was waving in his hand, and the whip tip made a whistle sound. It fell heavily on the slave, and a blood mark immediately appeared on his strong body. This did not make the knight retreat, but instead aroused his fierceness. He took two steps forward, as if he was trying his best to fight the Mamluk.

"No, don't... Richard."

The nearby friends shouted desperately, pulling his strong body. The Mamluk cavalry, who could come to help, beat them all up with their boots.

"Okay, stop hitting!"

Just here, a low voice came with a special charm. As the sound looked, the slave who knew was busy lowering his head and worked 120% hard. But the European slave who had just arrived here stared at this time. Not only that, there were even people whistling to attract her attention.

"Sincere, you damn slaves, our ladies."

The person who spoke was Little Linda. Because Zhao Fubo ignored her, the little girl who was angry returned to Gong Zi. At this time, she was carrying a long wooden box in her hand. It looked like Gong Zi was treating the "Martin Type 1 Rifle" as Shang Fang's sword.

"Okay, Linda, we Song people have always dressed people!"

Linda pouted, although she wanted to be a Song person in her heart, she couldn't help but get angry when she thought that Zhao Fubo wouldn't allow her to call her "the head of the family".

"Why don't you work?"

The captive who took the lead in throwing down the tools looked at the beautiful Gong Zi with a look of surprise. He could not look like a woman like this, but he didn't look at all afraid in front of him. Moreover, in Arabia, this woman was not covered in face, and her clothes were different from those of Arabia.

"I am a knight, and this is not the job I should do. If the lady needs someone to accompany her, then I can consider it!"

Gong Zi is indeed famous for her beauty. Although Zhao Fubo is the oldest among women, she is born with charming sex. But she said she was deliberately doing something. She looked like a rogue, and she didn't know how much time she would bring when she glanced at her charming eyes.

“Bold!”

Little Linda jumped out and picked her in front of Gong Zi, looking at the strong man in front of her, looking down on her face. The pretty little Linda had wide eyes and her hands were on her waist. However, her blonde hair and blue eyes were quite inconsistent with the postures of the girls in the Song Dynasty.

The strong knight frowned. He thought that all the women in the Song Dynasty were like European women. He pretended to be self-righteous, as if he could charm women all over the world.

"Well, madam, you are so beautiful. If there is a pinch of flowers, then I will hand it to you and praise you. Your beautiful face is incomparable to flowers... Why, don't you understand Latin? Or I say it again in Arabic, although Arabic is a vulgar language."

Gong Zi looked at his hard-working performance and still had a charming smile on her face, although in her heart.

"Who can tell me who he is, and how I feel he is different from other slaves!"

"Madam, he is the captain of our Knights' brigade, Sir Richard, you know that a sir is very noble."

Perhaps Gong Zi's appearance made others think that she was a long-time resentful woman. Seeing such a majestic man, she couldn't help but feel distracted.

"Okay, you don't have to say it!"

Gong Zi reached out to stop the slave who kept chattering and introduced their chief. Her eyes were circulating in her peach blossom eyes, and her appearance seemed to be dripping honey. She looked at the slave jazz with such eyes.

"Do you want to be with me? If you want, then just hit me before talking!"

"What, madam, are you sure you're right?"

The big man looked at Gong Zi's wide sleeves in surprise, revealing her pink arms. He didn't believe that Gong Zi would have any excessive strength. His remarks immediately caused laughter from the nearby slaves.

However, the main combat cavalry who followed Gong Zi knew that this lady was not a soft-hearted person, nor a good-hearted person, especially an extremely smart person.

Gong Zi was charming when she spoke to the jazz with a charming smile on her face.

"Of course I'm not wrong. You take 20 steps back, and then I promise to let you die in the blink of an eye!"

"Is that so, haha... To be honest, your smile is enough to make me die! Well, if you lose."

As the man spoke, he stepped back and looked at Gong Zi, guessing in his heart that this might be a wife who fell in love with him, and now he was just a small and romantic trick with him. He guessed that as long as he stepped forward and hugged her in the waist, he could achieve a romantic affair that could brag to others. When he stood still, he saw Gong Zi who had brought the "Martin Type 1 Rifle" to his hand.

Before shooting, Gong Zi said two words to him. This is the last word the big man heard after the gunshot!

"By bye, no send!"

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!