Most of the people who come to the tavern for drinks are soldiers and low-level civilians, and these people are not very good-tempered, so it is not surprising that there are frequent fights in the tavern.

Because of this, the wine glasses here were also made particularly strong by the tavernkeeper, and the hard, one-pound iron cup made of iron made an instant crunch when it came into contact with the Spanish soldier's wrist.

"Ah......h

I only heard a scream, and the originally menacing Spanish soldier covered his wrist and shouted bitterly, beads of sweat poured out of his forehead, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

When he saw that it was a dark-skinned native who had broken his wrist, the Spanish soldier had a look of disbelief on his face, followed by endless anger: "Damn, he broke my wrist." This lowly pig actually broke my hand? ”

In the eyes of these colonists, the native Luzon natives were a group of lowly creatures, who were born to be ruled by these noble white people, and now he was beaten by something they thought was inferior, which is tantamount to a person being slapped in the face by a pig, how can this be endured?

Ramon ...... Ricardo...... What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and kill these two pigs! ”

With the roar of the angry Spanish soldier, more than a dozen other soldiers in the tavern also roared and pounced, and many of them even picked up the chairs on the ground.

"Damn ......"

Zhao Laohei saw the Spanish soldiers rushing towards them, and couldn't help but curse secretly, it was really a person who was sitting in trouble at home from the sky, and he and Hou Laoliu had a good talk about things, and they had already hid in such a remote corner, but they still encountered a flying disaster.

But it has happened, and complaining will not solve anything, and now the situation is clear, these Spaniards have come to ask for their lives.

At the moment of life and death, Zhao Laohei didn't care about saying more, only to see him bend down and grab the dagger that fell to the ground, and stab it in the stomach of the Spanish soldier standing in front of him holding his wrist.

With a muffled snort, he pushed the Spanish soldier forward again, and he whispered to Hou Lao Liu in Tagalog: "Run separately!" ”

"Bang ......"

The Spanish soldier, who had been stabbed and pushed forward, collided with several of his companions, who fell to the ground and fell to the ground into a rolling gourd.

This is the time!

"Run......

Zhao Laohei shouted, and when a passage was exposed in front of him, he rushed out of the door of the tavern first, followed by Hou Laoliu and rushed out.

After going out, the two of them ran in two directions in a tacit understanding, and behind them was a group of shouting Spanish soldiers......

Zhao Laohei knew that with the shrinking defense of Governor Field, Fort San Petro was now full of Spaniards, and if he dared to run wild on the street, he could only die, so after leaving the tavern gate, he ran into an alley with smaller pedestrians. According to his estimates, as long as he could escape back to the place where he was located, it would not be so easy for the Spaniards to find him.

It's just that he had just run for a short time when he heard footsteps from behind.

"Wouldn't it be that those red-haired ghosts came so quickly?"

Zhao Laohei's heart was tight, now he had nothing but a dagger on his body, and it would be definitely a cool end to face those Spanish soldiers.

It's just that at this time, it's not okay if you don't play with your life, you just stabbed a Spanish soldier just now, and if you are caught by them, there will be absolutely no good end.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, and casually pulled out the dagger on his waist and prepared to fight with the pursuers behind him, but when he looked back, he almost screamed in fright, it turned out that the person behind him was actually the hostess in the tavern just now, and now he was following him tightly with a pair of long legs.

"I ...... Grass"

Zhao Laohei was so frightened that he almost dropped the dagger in his hand to the ground, this scene was too weird.

You must know that as Ye Bushu, who has often performed dangerous tasks, not only must they be proficient in riding, lurking, fighting, drawing and many other skills, but they also have one of the skills that need to be practiced the most, which is running.

This is a matter related to the life of one's own family, no one dares to be careless at night, ordinary Jiangning army sergeants have to run five kilometers of cross-country every day, but as a night, they have to run ten kilometers.

Zhao Laohei can even pat his chest and say, there are thousands of brothers in the entire Jiangning Army's night brigade, and those who can surpass him in the skill of running can be counted with a slap, but now what does he see, a girl can actually run as well as him, what is wrong with this world?

“……%￥%￥@@”

The waitress was running and talking loudly in Spanish to Zhao Laohei, with a rather anxious look on her face, but the biggest problem now is that Zhao Laohei can't understand it.

Seeing Zhao Laohei gritting his teeth and running away in a muffled voice, but not speaking, the hostess was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to understand something, and shouted at him again.

But this time, Zhao Laohei understood, and the waitress was talking to him in Tagalog, which means "take me away...... Take me along......"

"What the ......"

At this moment, Zhao Laohei was so angry that he almost scolded his mother on the spot, this girl, not only caused him to expose his target and was chased by the red-haired ghost, but now he has even become a kraft candy to rely on him, there is no reason in this world.

But looking at this girl, if you don't take me away, I will always follow your posture, Zhao Laohei's eyes flashed with fierce light, and when his wrist was flipped, the dagger on his waist was back in his hand, but he thought about it and put the dagger back on his waist.

Maybe he can kill this girl with the dagger in his hand now, but this will not only not help, but may make the soldier worse, after all, although there are few people in this box, it does not mean that there is no one, and it will be faster to kill this woman and expose him.

Thinking of this, Zhao Laohei could only hold back the stuffiness in his chest.

"Follow me!"

After Zhao Laohei said something in a muffled voice, he grabbed the hostess's hand, turned a corner, and ran towards another alley.

More than ten minutes later, Zhao Laohei took the hostess to a narrow alley, this alley is more cold and dark than ordinary alleys, and from time to time you can see a person with dark skin and ragged clothes in the alley, you can know the Luzon aborigines at a glance, it seems that this is a Luzon aborigines.

"Come over here, be careful not to talk!"

Zhao Laohei lowered his voice.

As he spoke, the natives of Luzon next to him saw that one of their "compatriots" had brought back a Caucasian woman, and they all whistled and screamed......