"Hahaha!" Carl burst out laughing.

"Why is General Karl laughing?" Greenton asked, puzzled.

"I laugh at General Glinton, you are so old, but you are insatiable!" Carl laughed.

Hearing the word insatiable, Greenton's heart suddenly "chuckled". But he still tried to hide his purpose and asked, "Insatiable? General Karl, what do you mean by that? ”

Arthas, who had been staring at Glinton, suddenly "saw" his nervousness through the soul fire, she leaned down to block Grinton's vision, and whispered in Carl's ear: "Karl, now his soul fire is fluctuating very much, which means that he lied to you." ”

"I know, this old guy thinks so beautifully. Having eaten up one of the Empire's starfield garrison fleets and one of my battle fleets, they now want us to release them from the Source Domain entirely. How can it be! Karl whispered to Arthas, too.

“。。。 How can there be such a shameless person? The expression on Arthas's face was probably like this (⊙⊙).

"Shameless? Arthas, that's pretty light. Those who do negotiations and diplomacy have a skin that can't even penetrate the Titan's doomsday weapon. Karl figuratively compared.

"Is it so scary?" Arthas's expression has changed from like this (⊙⊙) to like this (o((⊙⊙))o.).

“。。。 Ahem, General Karl. You haven't given me an exact answer yet! Greenton coughed twice in warning.

"Reply? Admiral Greenton, if the sincerity of your Third Fleet is only that, then I don't think there is any need for this negotiation to continue. I know exactly what you want, but I can tell you very clearly: you are completely wrong to treat my Tashmungon fleet as a fool, and as a greenhouse aristocrat who does not see casualties! Don't even think about the kind of things you think! Carl suddenly said to Glinton.

"General Karl, why are you so excited?" Instead, Greenton said to Carl uncharacteristically slowly.

Sure enough, he was still young, but he exploded his emotions with a little trickery. He didn't expect to be able to quit the source without pulling out a dime, but now he actually made it clear. It's much easier to deal with than those shameless old fritters in the Bundesrat, so we may pay a little less than before. Tsk tsk... Inexperienced young people, sure enough, the Too young, too simple Tucson is broken~~~! He was thinking in his heart.

"Don't you know exactly why I'm excited? You're asking me now? Carl asked, sitting back in his chair, looking at Glinton.

"Why do I know why General Karl is excited? I'm not a roundworm in your belly, how can I know what you think, General Karl? Major General Greenton looked at Karl with a smile and said.

"We don't talk darkly, and I'm tired of spending endless time with you. Admiral Greenton, don't you Third Fleet just want to leave the Wellspring unscathed? Karl said straight to the point.

"This..." Although Glynton was prepared, he still didn't expect Carl to say this matter so bluntly.

"Don't hesitate, General Greenton. Not just what I just said, I even know why you're here. Carl said as he put his hands on his chest and looked at Grinton with confidence.

'What?! ’

If Grinton was still sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai just now, then his current mood is like a roller coaster, and he is still at the top of the ladder ready to drive down.

'This can't be! How could he know what I'm here for?! Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! The existence of the eldest lady is the top secret of the Federation, and the entire Federation now knows no more than a handful of people who know this news! And under the monitoring of the eldest lady, if there are spies mixed in the ship, it will definitely be monitored by the eldest lady when the signal is sent outward! Who? Who the hell?! It's absolutely impossible for me and Halsey to do it, who among the few remaining people would dare to leak the existence of the eldest lady?! Don't they know what the eldest lady means to the Federation? Once the existence of the eldest lady is known to others... Greenton's face changed dramatically.

Now even the second fool could know from the look of surprise on Greenton's face that the purpose of his presence here was not so simple.

"Not only that, but I know so much! Like what... Carl paused for a moment, and uttered those three words in Greenton's incredulous eyes.

"Enterprise."

"Nope! No way! How do you know?! No, you can't say it! Grinton didn't care what the occasion was at this time, and he pounced on Karl with a nimble that was not at all appropriate for an old man, trying to seal the secret in his mouth.

"Don't think!" Arthas screamed angrily and pinned him to the ground.

"Ahh Greenton let out a painful sigh.

"How cool is the air today, why are you so irritable, General Greenton? Arthas, help our General Greenton cool down. After he has calmed down, we will continue to negotiate. Carl looked at Glinton, who was pressed to the ground by Arthas, and walked up to him leisurely, then crouched down and said to him.

"Why do you know ... Who the hell told you that! Glynton stubbornly raised his head and asked unwillingly.

Snowflakes fell bits and pieces from the cold sky, slowly spreading a thin layer of hoarfrost on the already cold surface of Singadari. The smoke of Ian Aosta had lifted, but neither Giront nor Gadari had emerged from the brutal spectacle of the fifteen-hour battle, a devastated ideal and a weary soul. For the first six months after the war, the fluttering black ribbons enveloped almost the entire Gadari, and the men and women in black veils struggled to hold back their sad memories, and walked through the shadows of the urban jungle, strong, but also vulnerable to the brink of collapse.

Eluodi. Sue walked through the silent cemetery under this gloomy cloud, and the rows of tombstones that could not be seen were like the years she had walked, and it was a little dizzy to look back. The priest stood not far away under a lonely cedar, where a number of acquaintances had gathered, their heavy military trench coats whirling in the wind, like a black wave. No one spoke, and they all waited with their faces strained for the major general, who had always been shrouded in a faint sorrow, to be buried in the soil of the motherland.