The chaotic Peicheng was calmed down after Lao Mai sorted it out, Lao Mai said a few words, and Simão followed General Conte Sting to treat death as if he were at home.

These soldiers thought about fighting the moon dragon to the death, digging three feet into the ground to hold the murderer out and burying the general, and Lao Mai took a lot of words to make them obey him.

Dag sat on the threshold alone and drank alcohol, and the saddest thing for him was that Dag never imagined that Shen Ye would become his enemy, and his knife would be on this best brother himself.

Although Dag is smart and tough since he was a child, and he is most suitable for the Northern Wilderness to pursue that kind of fierce spirit, and should be respected and praised by people, but Dag is different.

Dag's father is a businessman, his father went south to do business since he was a child, only one mother is taking him to live in the wind department, he is the youngest in the tribe, and he is often bullied by other older children, as long as he is bullied, his strong character will fight with them.

The parents of those children, seeing that their father was not there, often bullied their mothers, and many times his mother often hid in the corner and cried for these things.

Locked up Dag and didn't let him go out to play.,Later, when he grew up a little, Dag also understood some truths.,Consciously don't go out to play.,Slowly he grew up naturally.,Dag, who has lacked friends since childhood, is even more brotherly than the average person.。

However, this time I was heartbroken by Shen Ye, and I couldn't bear such a big blow for a while.

After drinking the stuffy wine and dropping countless wine cans, Lao Mai sat on the threshold with him, picked up the wine cans and raised his head to drink, squinted his eyes and smiled: "You must remember today." ”

Dag laughed and shouted, "Do you want me to remember the brotherhood of bullshit?"

Lao Mai shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Not only this, you must always remember the death of Kante Sting, a knife on the head of the color word, how Liu Dan died, how Kante Sting died, you have to remember it firmly." ”

Dag seemed to have lost his soul, his mind collapsed, he laughed wildly, shook his head and threw out a cloak, and snorted: "Cont Sting is dead, what are we going to do?"

Lao Mai smiled and said: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll do it, I'll write a letter to King Simon George Antruk, if they continue to cooperate, we will cooperate, if they don't want to continue to cooperate, we will withdraw the army, and the supply of military food will be insufficient, let's drink the northwest wind, Peicheng can't eat, once the people are eaten, Qi Hongtian will attack it, and then we will have one, we can only retreat, who let there be a white deer river in the north of Yuelong!"

"Why are you so afraid of Qi Hongtian, it's a big deal to fight to the death. ”

"King, anyone can fight to the death, pick up the big knife and rush forward, but we don't have this desperate fight in the Northern Wilderness, as long as these soldiers in the Northern Wilderness are wiped out, we have nothing, so it's better to be cautious. ”

Lao Mai continued with a slight trembling voice: "If one day we die, you have to learn accounting, when you are old, we don't have the moon dragon and Simang, as long as the soldiers of Kante Sting obey us and drill into their bones, we can get one-third of the world of Simang." ”

Of course, Dag didn't know why Lao Mai said this, he just drank and smiled lightly, maybe Lao Mai had his own abacus, and Lao Mai's abacus was only played by him, and it was unexpected.

Then, Lao Mai got up slightly, felt low back pain, and sighed to himself.

Dage looked at the back of him entering the room, his bent waist was like the sky on his back, and said slightly: "Fortunately, there is a talent like you in the Northern Wilderness, if you are the founding of the country, you are a well-deserved emperor." ”

Old Mai returned to his room and wrote a letter to George Antruk, which he sent back to Simon with Cont Sting, telling him how General Conte Sting had died, and requesting that three more ships be added.

Cont Sting's death training soon spread to Simon, and the whole country was in an uproar, Cont Sting was the best general in Simon, and he died like this, and no one believed that he died under the sword of a woman, and he could only blame Cont Sting for being lustful, and God blessed him because he had no protection like this.

In recent days, Georges Antruk mourned the great general, and the chief priest of Sling Bouger asked the whole country to mourn General Cont Sting, because Cont Sting had repeatedly quelled the civil war in Simon and had made great achievements, even if he was considered to be dirty in his soul, but his merits could not be erased.

Of course, Simon believes in the gods forever, some places believe in the goddess of purity, think that Conte Sting is really damned, soiled the soul protected by the goddess, not worth mourning, Simon civil war will never happen because, not enough to eat, not to dress warmly, not enough to drink, only because the god who compares himself to is better than your god war.

Not having enough to eat, not enough to wear, and not enough to drink in front of God is not a problem, and insulting Lao Tzu's god is called a problem.

Tribute to Cont Sting and George Antruk gave him a generous burial.

The fireplace in the palace of Apisburg was burning vigorously, and when autumn was approaching, George Antruk sat by the fire and looked at Old McLetter.

The last content of the letter: Dear His Majesty the King, I am willing to serve His Majesty the King, I will always remember your good deeds like the gods, it is you who have brought shelter to the people of the Northern Wilderness, thank you for giving us the city of Trev for our temporary residence, we are willing to pay everything to avenge General Kant Sting, but unfortunately now we need three warships, the army can cross the Bailu River, attack the Yueyang City, and defeat the Moon Dragon, when the time comes, Your Majesty and I will share the world with the Northern Wilderness, we will always be Your Majesty's subordinates, and I will always serve you in the Northern Wilderness.

Seeing such a sincere attitude, George Antruk looked proud, squeezed out a kind smile on his broad white face, and repeatedly explored the contents of the letter in his deep blue eyes, believing that the Northern Wilderness was already a part of his own country, and the Northern Wilderness had long become the territory of Ximan.

So, George Antruk nodded and said, "I think we should continue to build three warships, what do you think, Grand Priest Sling?"

Sling Bougle looked at George Antruk, rolled up his big black sleeves, and bowed: "Dear Your Majesty, the people of the Northern Wilderness may not be too convinced, what if they defeat the Moon Dragon and monopolize the world? ”

Georges Antruk held his crown and said, "Oh, my high priest, do you know the life of my Simon, their faith has long been fixed, and since the soldiers have fixed their faith in Kante Sting, it is difficult for other generals to pick up this faith, and I think this is a very unsuccessful move." ”

"Your Majesty, I have thought about this, Simão is very dependent on faith, and at present he can only withdraw his troops, so that these soldiers can slowly cultivate another faith, and perhaps Carter Sting, the son of Cont Sting, can take his father's place. ”

"Oh my God! Carter Sting is only twenty years old, very young, how to lead soldiers, not to mention that he is now studying divine arts. ”

"Your Majesty, Carter grew up fighting with his father, and he is very intelligent about the battlefield, and I believe in him. ”