In the ancestral hall of the Zhang family in the imperial capital, Uncle Hai was kneeling in the center. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He didn't dare to look up at the figure sitting in front of him, he was afraid that he would lose something.

Zhang Mouton sat on the Taishi chair in the center of the ancestral hall, motionless and looked at Uncle Hai who was kneeling not far away, his face was very responsible, his already pale eyebrows kept shaking, as if he was struggling in his heart.

The palm of the hand that was raised several times was raised into the air and then lowered again.

Finally, a loud sigh came from the ancestral hall, and then there was no more sound.

Uncle Hai quietly watched the patriarch leave, and his heart was still jumping up and down.

He didn't know what the patriarch meant. He didn't dare to get up until he was ordered.

Uncle Hai waited anxiously, but he never saw the patriarch again, and not even a single patriarch came.

As the sun went down, a shadow guard wrapped in black walked up to Uncle Hai's side.

"You can go back!"

With a simple word, Shadowguard vanished again.

Uncle Hai struggled with his numb legs to stand up, shook a few times and slowly walked out of the ancestral hall. Looking at the sunset that had already set, Uncle Hai had an indescribable feeling in his heart, but he didn't know who to say it to.

On the way back to his room, Uncle Hai asked Lao Zhang to come back. Then he went into his room by himself, and dinner was brought in.

Lao Zhang walked to Uncle Hai's door expressionlessly, and then knocked on the door.

"Come in"!

When Lao Zhang walked into Uncle Hai's room, Uncle Hai was sitting on his big stool in a daze, his blurry eyes looked a little blank, and his body was motionless.

"Young Master, I don't know what happened to calling me over."

"Tell me about the Iron Pillar!"

"Young Master Iron Pillar? What's the matter with him? ”

"Lao Zhang, you don't have to pretend to be confused with me, I just want to know how the iron pillar is doing during this time?"

Looking at Uncle Hai who directly tore off the mask, Lao Zhang's heart became up-and-down.

"Does he know everything? But shouldn't it? ”

Lao Zhang, who had thought about all the possibilities in his mind, quickly stabilized his body and mind, and then looked at Uncle Hai who was half hiding in the dark with an expressionless face.

"Young Master Tiezhu is participating in the Soldier King Contest during this time, and according to the news from the Demon Capital, he is now staying in our hotel."

"Really? How are you doing well? ”

As soon as Lao Zhang heard Uncle Hai's words, he clenched his fists tightly! How is this going? When Lao Zhang flew straight from the imperial capital to Zhoushan, the tragic situation of those top soldiers was shocking, and later when he heard that the young master of Iron Claw was captured by the devil and almost drowned, Lao Zhang almost fell to the ground.

Lao Zhang suddenly had the urge to stand up and beat Uncle Hai, but he endured it.

"Young Master Tiezhu is not doing well at all, when he returned to Zhoushan some time ago, his face has been bad. The body looked weaker and weaker. Now all kinds of things happen in the demon capital all day long, and I have to wait for him to solve them, I don't know how long Young Master Tiezhu can last. ”

Lao Zhang endured the breath in his heart, he didn't dare to look up at Uncle Hai, he was afraid that he couldn't help but go up and beat him as soon as he saw Uncle Hai's face.

"I know, you go, you have time to take care of the iron pillar, after all, he saved you."

"Yes!"

Lao Zhang stood up and left Uncle Hai's room, looking at the back of Lao Zhang leaving, Uncle Hai, who had been hiding in the dark, smiled bitterly.

"Isn't that self-inflicted? Tiezhu, don't blame Uncle Hai for being ruthless. ”

After Lao Zhang left Uncle Hai's room, he was called by Zhang Moutong. No one knew what the two men were talking about, because Zhang Mouton's door was guarded by the Shadow Guard.

When Lao Zhang left Zhang's house, it was already late at night, and someone saw that Lao Zhang's car did not go home, but went directly to the airport.

When night fell, Uncle Hai left the house, and no one noticed him going out, because he didn't go through the main door.

In a red-walled house in the imperial capital, there were already two people quietly drinking tea. One of them is the chief who mediated the quarrel between the bigwigs of the army some time ago.

The other person was sitting on a sofa in the left row, slowly blowing his tea bowl.

Uncle Hai's goal is here.

When Uncle Hai came to the outside of the red wall, the mysterious middle-aged man who was drinking tea with the chief suddenly paused, then smiled and continued to drink tea.

With a "squeak", the wooden door of the room was opened, and the figure of Uncle Hai appeared in front of the two people.

"Coming?"

"It's coming!"

Uncle Hai walked straight to the position opposite the mysterious middle-aged man and sat down, then picked up the tea that had been prepared a long time ago and took a sip.

"I knew you were coming!"

"You're different, what are you doing with my chief?"

Uncle Hai looked at the mysterious middle-aged man sitting opposite him lightly, both of them had smiles on their faces, and they didn't know what they were laughing at.

The chief looked at the two mysterious fellows and shook his head, not knowing how to speak.

"You're back, what are you going to do?"

The mysterious middle-aged man quietly looked at Uncle Hai who was sitting opposite him.

"What can I do? It's not time for us to show up, we have to wait. ”

After listening to Uncle Hai's words, the middle-aged man and the chief all sighed.

"Lao Zhang, when you said that you would hold this Soldier King Competition, the chief and I both supported you, but I still don't understand the purpose of your competition. You know, last time, you lost more than 20 top soldiers at once, and the commanders of the major theaters made a fuss, you haven't experienced it. ”

"Lao Xun, can't you trust me after all these years? I've already read the report on that battle in the East China Sea, and the little devil has already put his hand under our noses. We have been silent for too long. My purpose in this contest is to be able to find a king of soldiers who is in line with the current layout, lead a group of fresh blood who dare to fight and rush, integrate into our troops, and raise patriotism to the height of the whole people. Wars are all about bloodshed and sacrifice. It's not that I'm ruthless, it's that we have to think about future generations. ”

The mysterious middle-aged man is called Lao Xun, and he, like Uncle Hai, is the head of another mysterious organization in the Republic.

During Uncle Hai's two days at the base, he repeatedly thought about whether to carry out the plan of the King of Soldiers Competition.

All major theaters and all branches of the army now have deep complaints about the plan of the King of Soldiers Competition, and they have lost more than 20 top soldiers at once, and more than 20 are wounded, and they will not be able to participate in normal training work within a year.

These situations are like robbing the commanders of the major theaters of their treasures, and the harsh selection conditions of the special forces have always been very mysterious to the outside world.

When the commanders of several theaters were fine, they went to the imperial capital to find the chief to block the door, making the chief miserable, but these commanders were all bitter masters, and they couldn't criticize what to do.

As soon as the chief, who was supposed to get off work normally, heard that Uncle Hai was back, he immediately beckoned Lao Xun to ask about the situation, but he didn't expect it to end up in the end. (To be continued.) )