What will happen to the governor and magistrate of Ankara, Lao Luo will not care, it is a few idle chess pieces arranged casually, just like he encouraged the Cui Fan family in Mombasa to win over the locals and expand the influence of the Chinese. There is no such thing as racial discrimination in this world, but the development of yellow people in the world is not good, so it is difficult to predict the effect of influencing more and taking the lead.

Of course, it is impossible to count on Lao Luo to be a hard-working farmer, he just scatters seeds everywhere, and as for how the seeds grow, it is a matter of seeds, and he will not care.

Well, in addition to sowing seeds, he occasionally weeds, such as abducting the Arab scientist El Hessin, such as punishing the priests of the Roman Church on the outskirts of Crete, such as carrying the books of the Library of Constantinople, as for the robbers and bandits on the way back to the east, it is just a convenient matter, and he doesn't have to worry about it at all, naturally a group of men will take care of it.

These people under Lao Luo do not have the lack of people's hearts as he expected, and the people of this era are far less attentive than later generations, not that they are stupid, but their expectations for survival are not as high as those of later generations. What's more, Lao Luo pulled these gladiators up from the bottom of their lives, and the treatment they provided was much higher than that of their peers, and these people who were easy to satisfy naturally would not have other ideas.

Today, these former gladiators have completely detached themselves from the haze of the past. Lao Luo is not strict with them except for obeying orders, not to mention that there is a special logistics team to provide food and supplies, all the muscular men seem to have regained the enthusiasm of their youth, and the occasional bandits who appear during the dull journey are more like spices for these guys. If it weren't for Lao Luo's discipline in advance, I'm afraid that every time he encounters bandits, he will be driven to the ends of the earth by these guys like hunting dogs chasing rabbits.

As for Lao Luo himself, on the first day of departure, he found himself an errand that he had to continue - telling stories on the road every day, and the listeners were Li Ji, Li Zhan, Zhang Lu and Al Heisien, but fortunately, the water he brought with him was very sufficient, otherwise it was inevitable that he would have a dry mouth and a hoarse throat.

Sometimes Lao Luo wants to be lazy, even if other people don't say anything, Li Ji just blinks and stares charmingly with big eyes, and Lao Luo really can't shirk it.

Of course, every time he finishes a chapter, he will inevitably be commented on by everyone, even the Islamic El Hessin. What monkeys are too stupid, Bajie is too lazy, monks are too pedantic, and sand monks are too woody have never subsided, but if Lao Luo strikes and doesn't talk about it, it will attract a lot of opposition.

It's painful and happy.

In this era, there were no straight highways, and the speed of traveling 150 to 100 kilometers a day was actually mostly along winding trade routes, or small roads such as through valleys, and these roads were winding and winding, so the straight distance was not long. The Anatolian plateau is full of hills and mountains, and it can be difficult to take a straight line even if you take a shortcut.

And there are many sections of the road with snow or underground rivers and the like, coupled with the occasional bandits who come to harass them, whenever there is such a delay in the trip, Lao Luo especially misses the joy of driving a large-displacement military vehicle for more than 1,000 kilometers a day in later generations.

It's a pity that in this day and age, even if there is a car like that, there is no suitable road.

Occasionally, Lao Luo had a whim, maybe he could make a hot air balloon and float for thousands of miles, but when he looked back, he found that he had actually found a lot of trouble on his body - his subordinates and friends could not remain on the road and ignore them.

The original intention, yes, Lao Luo suddenly remembered his thoughts before arriving in Cairo, although some of these people around him were accidents, but most of them were friends who he took the initiative to recruit, and he regarded them as a burden at this time, because there was a problem with his mentality? This is not my norm!

Lao Luo started a self-examination, he is not a robot, he is just a relatively cold-blooded soldier. He is not the kind of guy who fights completely by virtue of blood and desire, because of the traditional academic education in his childhood, as well as the classical boxing training method that combines body and mind, his self-control ability is actually very good. Lao Luo, who has studied some psychology, quickly discovered his own problem, which should indeed be regarded as a psychological problem, a strange world, a strange era, although he has some basic knowledge of this era, it does not mean that he can fully adapt to this era.

When he first arrived in this city, relying on the inertia of his former profession, he could transfer to a cold weapon warrior with peace of mind. But after a long time, the rhythm of life that was blended in his bones in the past, as well as all kinds of convenient living facilities, the kind of family affection between his parents, comrades-in-arms and friends, all of which will become factors that torture his psychology. And these days, his desire to return to his homeland is a manifestation, if he is swayed by this mentality, then when he returns to his hometown in this era and finds that it is not the land he is familiar with at all, will he still be a calm and calm professional soldier?

No, Lao Luo secretly told himself that he might be suppressed by emotions and schizophrenia, and the cold sweat behind him flowed down instantly.

It seems that since I came to this era, I have never laughed, nor have I been extremely angry, and I have never been grief-stricken.

Maybe it's because there's been so long since there's been a communicator on his level, not even a master like El Hessin; Maybe it's the pride mentality that can't help but arise after such a long period of time and space; Maybe it's because the surrounding crowd is not their mother, so they lack a sense of affection...... I am not fully integrated with this era......

Lao Luo secretly sighed that he was not a scientist or a psychologist, otherwise he would definitely be able to dissect his own state.

What is in front of him and everything that has been there can't be more touching on Lao Luo, in fact, it is just a continuation of his war sequelae in later generations, just like many butchers or war doctors are used to seeing the state after life and death. The world in this era is far less changeable than the one in later generations, and its pace is very slow, and it is this slowness that allows Lao Luo to have time to dissect himself. In the fast-paced nature of later generations, perhaps once the sequelae of the Lao Luo War broke out, he would either become a murderer or self-destruct.

The process of re-understanding oneself is actually a very complicated process, especially Lao Luo himself is a person who has experienced a lot of very complicated things.

So for four or five days in a row, Lao Luo became confused, even Li Ji, a confidant, could not make Lao Luo focus, as if his soul had dissipated, but there was no problem with daily food, shelter and transportation, and he even knew that he would not be left behind on horseback to follow everyone. With red and swollen eyes, Li Ji brought in Al Hessin, a scholar who had never witnessed such a thing, but after all, he dabbled in a wide range of things, "There should be nothing wrong with Bartol, this state seems to be a religious epiphany." ”

"I haven't heard the third brother say what kind of sect he is, El University, think about it again?" Li Ji asked Al Hesyn urgently.

Al Hesian stared at Lao Luo, who was sitting quietly, his eyes that used to look solemn and sharp were like a deep well at the moment, calm but without the slightest fluctuation, he was a little unsure, "This state is very similar to the kind of ...... that many university scholars encounter when they encounter cognitive impairment."

"Blind?" The word Al Hesian spoke was a very obscure Arabic word, but it was not something that Li Ji understood.

"However, Bartol is a warrior, and perhaps this is a process of self-cultivation and improvement of a warrior." Al Hesian understands the mystery and strength of Lao Luo, and does not believe that the tall warrior in front of him is sick or some other soul disorder, "I believe this is a kind of self-adjustment of Bartol, you don't need to worry, this state should not be long." ”

"How long will it take? Could there be any problems? The worry in Li Ji's heart eased a little.

"It should ...... It's hard to say, maybe three or five days, maybe a month or two," Al Hesian poked the hand of the sitting old Luo with a wooden stick, and found that the wooden stick was about to touch the skin of the old Luo, and was quickly pinched by the old Luo's hand, "You see, as long as there is danger or touch, Bartholl will react. I'm sure Bartol's okay. ”

Li Ji's eyes also lit up, and the captains who led the team next to him also breathed a sigh of relief, and Gonzas, who led the team, said in a loud voice: "The master will definitely have no problem, then tighten the formation, halve the speed of the journey, Alke, your pathfinder team should go farther." ”

"No problem, I'll leave the pathfinding to me," Alker said without the slightest hesitation, "I'm sure the master will wake up soon, and I can't let the master be distracted by other things." ”

Snow, Sidd Nord, Olki, and even Naga and Mnachi were all in favor of this.

Lao Luo's side, which had fallen silent, finally calmed down, and only Li Ji and Serval Hua Biao were on duty.

Who are you? Where are you from? Who are you? What have you done? What do you like? What do you hate? What will you be? You won't be anything? When are you happy? When are you angry? When do you grieve...... It is actually difficult to define a person's qualities, characteristics and many other characteristics, and it is not easy to redefine oneself, so Lao Luo, who has always faced everything calmly, is lost.

According to the theories of some biologists, the speed of human brain thinking is about the same as the speed of light, and the speed of electromagnetic pulse or biological electromagnetic pulse is actually very fast, but it really can't stand too many things that Lao Luo needs to sort out.

Although Lao Luo's life is actually not long, but his experience is really rich enough, the battlefield or war is the fastest way for a man to mature, the soul forged by blood and fire is hard enough, but it is inevitably lost in roughness, so there are many soldiers who lose themselves when they return to a peaceful life, Lao Luo is actually a lucky man, the first half of the era he arrived at is actually a period of peace and calm, and there is also a period of soothing days, no one and nothing to provoke his psychological bottom line, What's more, he also cultivated the Jingyuan Secret Technique, a peaceful Taoist secret method, so he could detect his problem at the first time.

Under the silent appearance, the definitions of himself were sorted out in Lao Luo's mind, past memories, past people, and past knowledge...... All the chaotic emotions are sorted out, the negative emotions such as violence and killing are eliminated, and the positive emotions such as happiness and joy are recalled......

It's like Lao Luo in later generations from an ordinary person to the battlefield is a kind of forging, so the reorganization of these days is quenching.

Fortunately, this time was not long, and on the morning of the fifth day, Lao Luo woke up.

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