Chapter 48: Who hit me with a banana?
Chapter 48: Who hit me with a banana?
Of course Hansen could not tell his true identity. He was the only son of the richest sewing machine tycoon in the neighboring Kingdom of Qiqite.
This doesn't seem to be believable, right? After all, even between rich young masters, there is a disparity in status.
Hansen said, "I am the illegitimate son of a farmer. My father only has me as his only son, so he sent me to participate in the election for the prince consort."
"Farmer?"
Unfortunately, in the Fanfan Kingdom, the farmers are not particularly wealthy. Most of them are allocated equal amounts of land and have to complete very demanding planting tasks assigned to them by their superiors. They do not have the spare money to raise their sons. Only one or two of the ten thousand farmers can participate in the competition...
The animal-skin clothes Hansen was wearing were obviously very expensive. Could it be that his farmer father was growing gold?
In addition, noticing his overly enthusiastic attitude earlier, the four of them looked at each other, grabbed their weapons immediately, and wanted to kill him now!
Hansen was so frightened by this sudden change of expression that he dared not move. Living in a peaceful era, he had never been beaten by his classmates, but when he arrived in the other world, he had to be beaten by a group of people.
He quickly hid away, and no matter what, he had to protect his face and head first, and protect his important parts.
The four men were so engrossed in the fight that they didn't notice when a Tarzan fell from the tree in front of them. They didn't even see clearly whether it was an gorilla or a monkey before he punched them on the head and hit them with chestnuts, knocking them unconscious.
Hansen touched the bruises on his body, rubbing them to generate heat and relieve the pain.
"Student master, you are so awesome. When did you learn the monkey skill? There are so many monkeys jumping up and down on the trees in this forest. I almost thought they were Monkey Kings descended from the sky. Oh, no, when did you secretly practice this skill? It's just grabbing a vine and swinging down, and then killing these four people with precision."
In order to prevent the noise from attracting the other three accomplices, Philip first pulled Hansen behind a big tree and then spoke to him quietly.
"I just used a prop to add a kind of duff in an excited state, which made everything I did more efficient. Of course, this is also due to the six months of rock climbing I practiced before, and the bungee jumping I tried several times..."
Otherwise he wouldn't have jumped from such a high place without blinking an eye.
"Props? You didn't even tell me you had such amazing props. Do you have any more?"
"It's not that great, it's just a drink that can randomly give people two kinds of duff. There are good and bad duffs. The one I just drank made me feel excited, and I can't tell you about the other one."
"Ah? You can't tell me? Why?"
Before the two of them could finish chatting, the other three people, who had been waiting anxiously, came over when they saw their companion had not returned.
The little boss is a very sinister and cunning person. He lets his two subordinates walk in front, while he himself walks behind, swinging a stone slingshot that he had someone make with vines. The power of the slingshot is enough to blind someone if it hits their eyes.
The two sentries were beating the bushes with vines, calling out the names of their military advisor and three other companions.
It's a pity that those people had already fainted and gone to have tea and chat with Zhou Gong, so they couldn't respond to them for a while.
After shouting for a while, the three of them secretly thought that something was wrong, as four of their companions were killed by the fat guy and his accomplices!
They wanted to turn back and look for reinforcements, but Philip certainly couldn't give them this opportunity. What if more than twenty people really came? How could he handle it?
Isn't it just throwing stones? He can do that too.
Philip pulled the vine up the tree again and smashed the sentry's head with a big stone. The sentry didn't even have time to scream before his eyes closed and he lost consciousness.
How could the other dare to move? He looked up to see where Tarzan was. The enemy was in the dark, and I was in the light. If he didn't hide in a tree where he couldn't be hit, he would just keep getting beaten.
But before he could even look carefully at the direction, someone above him threw a medium-sized stone at him. The two stones hit his ears directly, making loud noises. This was a concussion.
With the two lackeys down, how could the little boss care about aiming? Moreover, he was not stupid, and there were so many branches blocking the way, how could he hit the tree?
The only thing to do now is to run away and call for reinforcements.
He shouted twice, saying something like "There's a fish that has escaped the net, come here quickly." Probably to save face he didn't shout words like "Help, save me, I'm dying."
Although I only shouted twice, the volume was just right.
There was no response from the other end. It was unclear whether he was abandoned because of an internal power struggle or because he was too far away from the main force and the other side did not hear him.
I guess both the sunny and cheerful Philip and the little boss who is running for his life hope it will be the latter case?
Philip jumped between the trees for a long time. He was not very confident. After all, he was not from a professional circus and could not compare with monkeys. It would not be long before he accidentally fell off the tree, right?
Finally, at the same moment when he made a mistake in operation and accidentally slipped and fell, he took out the vine he had robbed before and whipped it towards the upper trunk. This action caused the vine to wrap around the upper branch, allowing him to hang for another two seconds, and then the branch broke resolutely and violently and fell to the ground.
Philip turned in the air and kicked the bark of another tree nearby, using the force to smash down on the little boss.
The little boss wailed and was sat on the head.
Then Philip snapped his head and sent him away.
And took the slingshot from his hand.
There are still 23 people left, and we must not let them become alert and gather together again.
These seven people haven't sent anyone to send a signal back. After a while they will become suspicious. This battle must be fought quickly!
Fortunately, he now has a slingshot. It should be easier to attract a small group of people over, right?
Philip has been worried about the effect of his other duff. This damn system can design that thing...
He ran over and greeted Hansen behind the tree, which scared Hansen so much that he thought he was going to push him out as bait.
"I won't go, I won't go, I'll be beaten to death, wuwu..."
"My lord, I'm not asking you to go. I just came back to tell you to hide well and not be discovered. I'm going to clean up the remaining 23 people."
Okay, just don't let him go.
Hansen felt that at this time he was suitable to be a salted fish who was protected by a barrier behind Prince Philip and could only say 666.
Hansen gave Philip a cheering gesture as he was about to leave.
Philip wasted no time and ran towards the group.
Along the way, I picked up three beautiful round stones that felt good to hit.
Perhaps because it is getting close to evening, more monkeys are climbing trees to pick fruits to eat. Is it time for their dinner?
Philip had to compete with these monkeys for the road.
Philippine·Swearing·Li·Unscrupulous·Pu was officially born.
The monkey should at least let him pass by with the thick branch, right? If he doesn't even let him pass, don't blame him for being rude.
The monkey who was blocking the road wanted to take the biggest bunch of bananas on the banana tree.
Philip thought: I won't give it to you.
After he stood firmly on the tree, he took out a stone from his pocket and used a flexible rattan slingshot to hit the bunch of bananas, causing them to shake violently. The one that was hit on the front even cracked.
The little monkey was so scared that it squeaked twice, then jumped down the tree and ran away quickly.
Philip felt the two remaining stones. It was such a waste to use up just one of them...
He looked at the bunch of bananas again and his stomach began to growl.
They haven't eaten since this morning. The hotel was burned down, so of course there's no breakfast included...
Philip ate two and collected the skins to use as weapons.
Then he looked at the other remaining large bananas.
"It's quite big. I wonder if it would hurt if I hit someone with it?"
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At this time, there was a group of 5 people not far away. They were also part of the remaining 23 people, but their luck was a little better than the previous group of 7, and they were not killed in the first time.
The leader of their team was a fierce man with a very bad temper.
This grumpy old man, who has to wear a hat all the time because of his baldness and age, swears to eliminate as many people as possible in this game. He doesn't care if there are only 2,000 left. He will destroy all the people he sees.
Since he couldn't win by looking good, he would have to try his hand at fighting.
He heard the branches of the giant tree rustling and the sounds of animals. He looked up and asked his four cheap servants, "Did you hear any strange noises?"
One of them immediately replied in a flattering manner: "Brother, there are monkeys on the trees. Maybe it's time for them to eat now?"
This servile look and tone are very much like those of an ancient eunuch.
Whether in the East or the West, the attitude towards currying favor with superiors is the same.
The eldest brother felt very comfortable being licked, so he felt even more superior: "Oh, animals also need to eat on time?"
He smiled and took out a small dagger and fire-making tools that he had secretly brought in.
"I haven't eaten anything today. Let's prepare a meal for the brothers. None of us have eaten monkey meat before. Let's give it to everyone to try."
The four people below cheered.
"Hush, be quiet, don't let the neighbors hear it. If they come over and want to eat it, don't give them any. Let them pick wild fruits and be monkeys."
Not long after he finished speaking, a big banana shot towards him without warning and knocked off his big hat, leaving only his bald back of the head.
Could it be that the monkeys here have become spirits? Could they understand what he just said?
Facts prove how important it is to study books and science.
The big brother yelled at the tree: "You stupid monkey! How dare you hit your father! Get down here or I'll roast you and eat you!"