The solemn and solemn cart pushed the coffin, and Hou Dasheng and a group of jackals, dressed in black, slowly entered the base of jackals on the island through the passage of those cumbersome verification procedures. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoEveryone wore black suits and sunglasses with solemn expressions.

......When the last gate opened, Hou Dasheng, who was holding the coffin and walking slowly, saw that the old jackals inside were all wearing their former military uniforms one by one. They stared solemnly at the giant wolf's coffin and stood in two rows without saying a word.

The decorated cart slowly entered the hinterland of the base under the gentle push of Hou Dasheng and them. A group of jackals looked solemn. No one spoke along the way, and everyone watched in silence as the cart passed in front of them.

No crying, no sound. Only the pathos slowly permeated the air. The cart was gently pushed forward by Hou Dasheng and them, and their movements were so gentle that they were afraid of waking up the giant wolf sleeping in the coffin. Pushing the car step by step, he slowly walked into the hinterland of the base.

After passing through a training jungle, a group of black-clad jackals soon entered a quiet cemetery. This cemetery, on the edge of the island's jungle. The jungle is covered with thin layers of cement and large rocks.

It's shaded by tall trees, and even from satellite imagery, you won't notice that there's a group of people hiding here, a clearing of land. Here are buried the jackals who really have nowhere to go, some of whom have died on the battlefield. They don't have a home, and the jackals are their home.

So, they are buried here. Here, there are also old jackals who are buried like giant wolves who only want to be buried here. They didn't set up a tombstone for themselves, they simply buried them here. Only a small section of granite protruding from the tomb testifies to their existence.

No first name, no last name. They lived in obscurity, and after their deaths, they chose to hide their names and surnames. Here they are, just as they are jackals and not who they are. Looking at these tombstones without names and logos, Hou Dasheng was silent.

The continuous existence of a group is due to the continuous willingness of people to sacrifice or even sacrifice namelessly for the sake of it. This group is everything to them, like jackals. This is the home of those jackals. Here, that's everything to them.

The tomb of the giant wolf has already been built. Inside the dug grave, marble was laid on the bottom and sides. This is standard practice for jackals. The cart was slowly sent to the grave, and several iron chains "clicked and ......" through the coffin of the giant wolf and slowly lifted the coffin.

"Send~! Valliant comrades-in-arms, our jackals! The direction of return will be hell. That's where we will eventually arrive, and our comrades go before us. The warriors buried in this cemetery will go with you! An old man with long eyebrows, who looked to be in his seventies, wearing a black robe and carrying a cross, slowly stood up.

Everyone stroked their chests and greeted the old man and the coffin. But he saw the old man pressing the coffin of the giant wolf with his hand and chanting in a deep voice: "The heroic spirit is not far away, and we can hear the sound of war drums and swords." Your body will return to dust, and your name will be hidden in the darkness. And you...... It will go to the jackal, as it was on the day you joined it......"

The old man's singing tone is very strange. It's a bit like a song, but it also has an operatic tone. But there are some trills, which are used in some witchcraft spells. The old man is the burial man of the legion. Every person who is buried is a former jackal.

The burial man will choose the retired jackals to take their place. Teach him what to do when the jackal is buried and this special burial tone. Some jackals will choose to be buried in their hometown. But some jackals will choose to come back here after death.

Those jackals who choose to return here after death will receive a jackal-like funeral. For example, the giant wolf, who now gets a traditional, jackal-like funeral. With a special tone of singing, he was slowly buried in this cemetery.

In the old man's whispered chanting, the coffin of the giant wolf was slowly lowered into the grave......

"Click~ Bang! Bang bang bang ......" A handful of M16 was handed to Hou Dasheng's hand, he silently raised his gun to the sky, hit the burst switch, and then pulled the trigger. When his guns rang out, the surrounding jackals didn't know where to find their guns and shoot them into the sky!

The bullet casings "......clanged" and fell to the ground from the chamber of the gun, and then rolled into the grave. Soon, a magazine was empty. Hou Dasheng's side didn't know when there was an extra cart with countless full magazines on it. Grabbing the magazine and replacing it, Hou Dasheng silently continued to pull the trigger to the sky.

No one stopped, everyone remained silent. Only the sound of the gunshot, constantly seeping into the rhythmic chanting. The bullet casings slowly filled the gaps around the giant wolf's coffin. In the end, the coffin of the giant wolf was directly covered in its entirety.

The shooting at the sky, and then stopped. At this time, the chanting also stopped. But I saw that the old man took out a huge flag cloth and opened it up. On it, embroidered is an African jackal with a fierce face and barking teeth. The flag cloth was opened, and Hou Dasheng took the end of the flag cloth and slowly spread it on the coffin covered by bullet shells with the old man.

The jackals began to slowly cover the flag. Finally, a piece of granite is topped up. The granite that stood out as a logo was inserted at the forefront. By the end of the day, the clock was already in the evening.

Water, unleavened bread. There are no spices, just these simple things. Everyone ate the bread and water in their hands in silence. Then quietly lit his own candle on the candlestick in front of the giant wolf's new tomb. After that, he sat quietly.

The old men had already returned to the base to rest with the support of the young people. Only Hou Dasheng and them are still quietly waiting here. It wasn't until ten o'clock that the last candle was extinguished. All the jackals got up and left the place silently.

In the base, Hou Dasheng returned to the secret room that the giant wolf had taken him to visit. Now here, he's in charge. At the same time, what he saw was a giant wolf hanging on the wall. The jackals have their own affairs, and after sending the giant wolf on his last journey, Hou Dasheng arranged for them to do their own things.

And Hou Dasheng himself completed the final handover work in the base. Only then did he leave the base and return to Paris. At this time, it had been half a month since he left Paris. Lisa has been discharged from the hospital and returned to the manor to recuperate. Since it was a smooth delivery, Lisa returned to the estate after observing for a few days after giving birth and confirming that there were no problems.

"Don't be too sad, giant wolf ......" After putting the two children to sleep, Lisa hugged Hou Dasheng from behind and whispered: "Now it is more important that you bear the responsibility entrusted to you by the giant wolf." It takes a lot more energy on your ......"

Hou Dasheng exhaled deeply, patted Lisa's hand around him, and said softly, "Yes, I know this." Just for his departure......"

Didn't go on. Despite the fact that life and death have been seen on the battlefield. But when the giant wolf really left, Hou Dasheng was still very touched in his heart. The leader who entered the industry carried his eldest brother all the way. In any time of his danger, he will never leave his eldest brother. That's it......

Life still has to go on, and Hou Dasheng doesn't have much time to grieve. In Paris, he set up his own office. He had enough money to buy a manor in Paris, not far from the house of Cilliaux, where the Jackal's office was in France.

Intelligence and meetings were constantly going on here, and PMC companies began to appear here and there under various names. There was even an option to directly and secretly acquire the existing PMC for a complete reorganization. This made some large PMC companies a little wary, but they didn't make much action.

Well-informed, knowing that the establishment of these new companies is inextricably linked to jackals. Even those who are not well-informed know that these are the involvement of some local giants. But almost all of us don't know what this will bring.

Large, traditional PMC companies with their own field and dedicated spokespersons. They don't worry about their business being robbed. If a new company enters their traditional field, then they don't mind weighing the weight of the new company. Hou Dasheng also had no intention of snatching their market.

"Middle East, Iraq. Soon there will be a large-scale war there. At the meeting, Hou Dasheng looked at the jackals' collaborators and said in a deep voice: "Specific, don't ask too much." You just need to go back and prepare, recruit enough people and train them well. ”

An old man held his crutches, looked at Hou Dasheng and said in a deep voice, "How long will it take?!" You know, we need money to recruit people. If it takes too long, our cost will be high. ”

"Three months." Hou Dasheng smiled and said to the old man: "Within three months, there will inevitably be a war. ”

The group nodded, and then began to report on the situation of the PMC company in their hands. In fact, it is nothing more than the recruitment of manpower and the exploration of other PMC companies. Hou Dasheng's reply is also very simple: ignore it for the time being. If they are in a hurry, someone will warn them about something they can't touch.

Hou Dasheng squinted his eyes, looked at everyone and said in a deep voice: "Our top priority now is this war that we are on. Anyone who stands in our way in this matter. Then let's just kill him! Whoever it is! ”