The stove in the blacksmith's street was raised again. The blue flame of the pen and the ink of the www.biquge.info emits a blazing heat under the continuous supply of oxygen from the conduit. The hammer struck the steel, and the sparks burst out and jumped in all directions. It's just that now the blacksmith door is no longer forging swords and armor, but shovels and nails. The intense labor of the prisoners of war consumed great iron. They need to rush to keep up with the consumption.

When Mu Feng, who was originally unscrupulous and murdered for money, learned that the blacksmiths had already defected to the Freedom Brotherhood, he immediately fled with some property and was killed on the way to the pursuit. The mountain that had been pressing on their heads was overthrown, and the enthusiasm of these blacksmiths was very high.

The Great Elder wore an old training uniform and walked among the busy blacksmiths, greeting the busy blacksmiths from time to time.

Now she was used to walking around Rakin Bede when she had nothing to do, observing the lives of the civilians. She knows that no matter how perfect the policy is, there will be problems when it is implemented, and she must always see it with her own eyes to rest assured.

Li Mu walked beside the Great Elder with his sword, and there was a hint of worry on his face. Instead of waiting for agents from the Foreign Intelligence Service to contact the officers, he sent his soldiers to search for them covertly. But no valuable information was obtained. The agents of the Foreign Intelligence Service were completely dormant.

He had a bad premonition. He didn't have the slightest concern if the agents had incited the prisoners of war to riot as originally planned. The most feared thing is that after they find out that the original plan is not feasible, they will take the method of beheading against the Freedom Brotherhood.

Although Li Mei and Shen Luoyan have infinite potential, they are now only fourth-level professionals, and they have almost no resistance in the face of the assassination of the third-level level. Even if it is a great elder, in the face of the sneak attack of the Dumaguedi sacrifice, he will suffer a big loss.

He had already learned the details of the Dumaguedi sacrifice from Kate. In terms of destructive power alone, the Dumaguedi sacrifice is far from being the opponent of the son of Hubi Seja, but the strange ability of the sacrifice is also quite a lot, and the strange ability at the spiritual level is even stronger than that of the son of Hubi Seja.

"Great Elder, we haven't found any trace of those agents yet, now we are in the open, they are in the dark, and we can't expose our whereabouts to them."

He pressed his hand to the hilt of the long sword at his waist, his eyebrows furrowed.

There was a hint of hesitation on the Great Elder's face, and he nodded after a while.

***********

"Headmaster, this is the course schedule for the past few days, you can take a look."

An instructor in an Ameriken uniform walked into the office and shoved a document to Flange. Harris's table.

Flange. Harris picked up the file and flipped through it. He was a graduate of St. Hudson's Military Academy, the highest military academy in American, and had the highest degree of education of any officer, so he developed all the curricula.

"Adding two military theory class hours instead of practical operations, these dirt buns need more military knowledge than actual drills."

He said as he pushed the file back.

"Okay, Headmaster."

The instructor nodded, and turned to leave.

"Liebert, are you going to stay in this place where birds don't for the rest of your life?"

Flange. Harris reached into the drawer without a hint and gripped the pistol that was hidden inside.

Liebert's body paused and turned around, a hint of disgust on his face.

"Of course, I'm tired of being in a place where birds don't, and the dancers in the Honolulu Tavern have been missing me for a long time. Unfortunately, we probably can't go back. ”

Flange. Harris nodded, Libert was only the third son of the side branch of the Lott family, he had no inheritance, and after his mother died, the property left behind was only enough for him to finish military school, not enough for him to get a good job in the army. It was he who promoted him from the grassroots level of the Marine Corps and entered the command headquarters as a staff officer, so he did not have to be cannon fodder in the company. He is his most trusted hardcore in the brigade.

"What if I say there's a chance I'll be able to go back to American?"

Flange. Harris said in a sudden low voice.

"Really?"

Liebert's pupils shrank, he looked around vigilantly, turned and closed the office door.

"Don't be so nervous, there's no one else here." He said as he took out the drawer of his desk, which had a bug on it, and was held down with cotton: "We're talking here, and the people of the Brotherhood of Liberty won't know." ”

Liberty crossed a chair and sat down in Flange. Opposite Harris.

"How is that possible! There's no way the Brotherhood of Liberty will let us go, they need us to train soldiers for them. ”

He said, a look of confusion.

"Even if the military sends people to negotiate, they can't let us go."

Flange. Harris picked up the liquor that had been placed on the table, poured two glasses, and pushed one in front of Liebert.

"I'm not talking about negotiating with the Brotherhood of Liberty, but overthrowing them directly, so we can go back to Ameriken."

As he spoke, he poured a big gulp into his mouth.

"Of course, do you remember the dream you had two nights ago?"

"What? Did you also have that dream, Captain Brigade? ”

"It was a dream triggered by the sacrifice of Dumaguedi, the strong men of the Foreign Intelligence Service have infiltrated Lakin Beed, they are ready to destroy the Brotherhood of Freedom, and they just need our help." Flange. Harris's face flashed a hint of hideousness, and he suddenly slammed his desk, raised his head, and looked at Liebert: "They should have contacted us earlier, why didn't they tell me?!" ”

Liebert was stunned and looked squarely at Flange. Harris.

"I don't know, I really don't know, they even hid it from me."

Flange. Harris's expression softened, and he took a slow sip of wine and said fiercely.

"Those mudbloods have betrayed me, they didn't inform me, they must have betrayed everything to the Brotherhood of Liberty."

"So what to do?!"

Liebert's face was full of worry.

"It's very simple, we just need to calculate it, those people of the Brotherhood of Liberty don't know that their wishful thinking has already been exposed, and when the time comes, the people who will connect will only lead them into an ambush circle. But we must understand the plans of the Freedom Brotherhood. Those officers who betrayed me were very wary of me, but not necessarily against you. You two pay attention to eavesdropping on their usual conversations and gathering intelligence. (To be continued.) )