Chapter 1635: Idiots and Pigs (Ⅱ)

After listening to the narration of the bystanders, Bolsson couldn't help raising his thick eyebrows in surprise.

"That recruit named Todd is really as powerful as you say? There is such a rookie in the army, why haven't I heard of it before?"

"Brother, Bucktooth Cook told me about Todd the last time I was drinking with me."

The leader of the fourth squadron moved closer to Bolsson and said in a low voice.

"Todd is not a native of Calydon Island, but from one of the many islands conquered by the Calydon tribe. Todd is very famous in his hometown. It is said that he is the youngest level 10 'barbarian warrior' in local history. .”

"Level 10 barbarian..." Bolsson's face changed slightly, and he asked, "What does a recruiter do? Todd is so outstanding, why did he not be recruited until now?"

"Todd also tried to enlist in the army before, but because he was too stupid, he was dismissed every time, so he was called 'dumb' Todd."

"Todd was able to join the army this time because his father bribed the recruiter with five fat pigs. The recruiter took advantage of his family and made an exception to recruit Todd into the army. , got into a catastrophe, and I’m afraid I’m going to be driven back to my hometown.”

The fourth squadron leader said regretfully.

"Go back to your hometown?" Bolsson shook his head with a smile, "No, that would be a waste of talent."

The leader of the fourth squadron nodded knowingly, turned around and shouted at Todd's back: "Todd, don't cry! It's just a dead pig, it's no big deal, come here quickly!"

Todd didn't look back, he choked up and roared: "Todd is very angry! Don't mess with Todd!"

The leader of the No. 4 Squadron felt ashamed and was furious. He wanted to rush to teach that idiot a lesson, but Bolsson waved his hand to stop him.

"Todd, I'm Bolsson, have you heard my name?"

Bolsson himself spoke, and it worked. Todd froze for a moment, then turned around slowly, his chubby cheeks were stained with tears, and his eyes were full of suspicion.

Bolsson noticed that there were still blood marks on the fat man's forehead, which must have been left over from the three vicious "head hammers" that knocked Cook unconscious just now.

"Who's Bolsson?" Todd asked hesitantly.

Bolsson pointed to the tip of his nose with a proud expression on his face.

"Are you really Lord Bolson, the captain of our captain, the boss?" Todd asked dubiously.

Bolsson was amused by his silly appearance, folded his arms across his chest, and asked indifferently: "Why, I don't look like your big brother?"

Todd jumped up with the bloody dead pig in his arms, approached Borson, looked him up and down, freed a big, chubby hand, and in front of all the mercenaries, stood in front of Borson's shiny Touched the top of the head twice.

The surrounding hill giants couldn't help but exclaimed in unison, their eyes widened.

Before today, apart from Her Majesty the Queen, no one dared to touch Brother Bolsson's bald head.

Todd is either audacious or really stupid!

"Well...it feels good, I've never seen such a bald head!"

"I don't know you, but your bald head reputation has spread throughout the Northern Islands. You really are the real Big Brother Bolsom!"

Bolsson subconsciously touched his head, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

Todd took two steps back, dropped the dead pig in his hand, straightened his armor solemnly, and suddenly fell to his knees with a thump, kowtow!

"Brother Bolson! I know I was wrong! I shouldn't have fought! Please don't drive me away!"

Todd cried and kowtowed like a child.

Bolsson couldn't help laughing, and stepped forward to help him up.

"Todd, you are good! Not only will I not expel you from the military, but I will also greatly promote you. From now on, you will replace Cook as the captain of the fifth squadron!"

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding crowd burst into noise.

The hill giant group doesn't care much about noble blood. A person's status in the group is mainly determined by force. Those who can fight are heroes and can win respect.

Bolsson broke the rules and promoted Todd, a new recruit, as the squadron leader. It was indeed a bit unexpected at first, but when people recalled the scene where Todd beat Cook just now, they no longer had any resistance to this appointment.

Bolsson really appreciates Todd as a fat boy. His only regret is that Todd is not smart enough. Even by the standards of the hill giant, he is still a stupid guy.

With Todd's level of intelligence, being a squadron leader is really a little bit reluctant.

Fortunately, the Fifth Squadron is in a special situation. What they do on the battlefield is the work of "death squads". Todd doesn't need to understand complicated tactics, as long as he can take the lead and dare to fight.

"What? Am I the captain?"

Todd was pleasantly surprised and suspected that he was having a sweet dream.

After repeated confirmation, he believed that he was really a blessing in disguise-he fought, but was not punished, but won the appreciation of the regiment commander!

"Todd, hurry up and thank brother Borson for his promotion!" The fourth squadron leader reminded at the right time.

Todd nodded ignorantly, and was about to kneel and kowtow again, but Bolsson stopped him with a smile. I don't know what this guy was thinking, but suddenly he had an idea, lifted the dead pig on the ground, and held it in front of Bolsson with both hands.

"What? You want to give me this pig as a thank you gift?" Bolsson waved his hands dumbfounded, "Todd, I accept your wish, but you should keep this pig for yourself."

Todd didn't push back any more, and grabbed the two pig's front legs with both arms. I didn't see how hard he exerted himself, and he tore the fat pig weighing more than 400 pounds in half from head to toe with a random pull. The intestines splattered out.

While Bolsson and the others were still shocked by Todd's divine power, this guy had already reached into the fat pig's chest cavity, pulled out the slightly twitching heart, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it whole.

"Todd! What are you doing!"

"Is this guy going crazy again?"

The onlookers exclaimed and commented.

Todd swallowed the pig's heart, raised his blood-stained fat face, and showed a puzzled expression when he heard people's discussions.

"I'm hungry! Eat your own pig, can't you?"

Hearing his rhetorical question, Bolsson asked in surprise, "Isn't that pig your pet? You were fighting with Cook over it just now, why are you willing to eat it now?"

"I like pigs, but the pigs are dead, and they will stink if you don't eat them."

Todd's fat face looked sad.

"I brought this pig as a spare ration. Now that I'm hungry, eating it is equivalent to burying the pig in my stomach. This is very reasonable!"

Hearing Todd's nonsense, Bolsson was angry and funny, patted the back of his head, and said with a smile: "You boy, you really are a complete fool!"

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