In front of him was a portrait with flat corners, without any wrinkles or even spotless, and the person on the paper turned out to be his father!

Thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a resolute face, this face was too familiar to him to be more familiar!

He couldn't help but gently slide his hand over his father's face, tears falling down like broken pearls. He was happy, because he saw his father, he was excited, because he saw his father in his own troops, and he was proud because his father was an iron-blooded soldier!

His father and himself, like his uncle, were all soldiers! Linsey had never known about this before, his father had never mentioned it before his death, and his uncle Nicholas had only said that his father was his good big brother, his savior, not his own brother but better than his own brother.

But now he knows that his father is a real soldier who has made great achievements!

In an instant, pride and pride filled his heart, Lin Xi had tears in his eyes, straightened his body and put his feet together, and solemnly saluted his father's portrait!

After walking out of the room, Lynsey's mood had calmed down, and outsiders could no longer see what had just happened to him.

Marton didn't speak, but stopped with Lyncy on the balcony of the hallway after locking the door.

"I'm sorry about you. Lin Xi, you are a good seedling, the last time I chatted with your uncle, I also decided to let you stay in the Heavy Knights Regiment for another half a year and then turn into a scout, we all think that you are completely capable of two different types of troops, this is both an affirmation of you and a kind of exercise for you, but I didn't expect you to leave the army so soon. Marton's face was full of apologies and said sincerely.

Lynsey shook his head, saying that he really didn't care about it, and instead asked another question. "General Marton, do you believe my uncle will defect?"

Marton sighed, looked at Lynsey and said, "If I believe that I will bring you here?" I will definitely do what my comrades-in-arms have asked me before, but if I am not a comrade-in-arms, I will ignore it. ”

"Your uncle is definitely a competent soldier, a model worthy of a soldier's example, many people will not believe that he will defect," Marton then said in a helpless tone, "but the facts are in front of you, and the person who identified your uncle as a defector is His Majesty Jason, and a soldier takes obedience to orders as his duty, even if he does not want to believe it, he cannot change this fact." Marton patted Lynsey on the shoulder and said what he was saying.

"I remember my uncle saying to me before I came to the army, 'What you see is not necessarily the truth'. So I believe in my uncle, the truth will come out one day. ”

Linsey laughed, General Marton's words at least let him see that there are still many people who care about his uncle, in fact, even if everyone in the world regards his uncle as a despicable traitor, he doesn't care, he has a trust in his uncle that is almost stubborn to the point of faith, just as his uncle has always believed that he will find the murderer to avenge his relatives.

"If you need anything in the future, just come to the army to find me. Marton only said this, but he was undoubtedly agreeing with what Lyndsey had said.

"Oh, by the way, are the portraits in this showroom the best scouts in the history of the Northern Legion?"

"Yes, and they are all warriors who have sacrificed their lives for their country. When you see their portraits, they died five years ago or even earlier, and some of the warriors have even left their bones in a foreign land, never to return to their homeland. They are engaged in all kinds of secret activities for the Empire, their true identities are not known during their lifetime, they will be forgotten after death, and even their names will not be remembered, but the Empire will always remember them. Marton said emotionally, the corners of his eyes already slightly moistened.

Lynsey's heart shook violently. My father's portrait is pasted here, but General Marton says that the warriors in the showroom portrait died five years ago at the latest, but at that time my father was still living happily with his family in Jesse City! Why was my father labeled an early death? What was there in this that my father, who was the most secret soldier in the Empire, could not tell himself? What secret mission did my father carry out in the years after he was deemed "dead" that the military did not know about? Is the appearance of the eight murderers related to the mission carried out by the father?

A large number of questions appeared in his mind like lightning, but now was not the time to pursue and solve these doubts, so although his heart was extremely vibrating, his expression seemed calm and solemn.

After leaving General Marton, his mind was a mess. On the one hand, why did Uncle Nicholas go to neighboring Apomato? On the other hand, what secret mission did his father Bird carry out before his death? On the other hand, what else did my father want to say about the murderers of the eight, but he was forced to say it to himself because of his military status?

It seemed to make his path to revenge even more confusing.

After walking to the dormitory, the fat man Viso and a few friends were already silently helping him pack his things. Lin Xi's eyes were red, but he didn't say anything. When he packed up his things and carried them outside, the carriage arranged by General Marton was already waiting. Lin Xi hugged and said goodbye to these comrades-in-arms who had experienced battlefield battles and lives one by one, and then held back the tears that came out of his eyes and stepped into the carriage quickly.

"Lynsey, have a good trip!" the fat man Wiso shouted with his tears and his flying hands.

Lin Xi in the car couldn't hold back anymore and buried his head in crying. Parting is always so reluctant, and it is full of sadness. The last time was to leave Chulin Academy, and this time it was to leave the Northern Legion. Linxi's heart was actually extremely reluctant.

Although it was only less than half a year, the days of living with these comrades-in-arms were extremely impressive. Train together, eat and sleep together, strangle orcs together, and go to battle together against Abomato's army!

My comrades-in-arms, who once shared life and death and trusted me immensely, are leaving you now, and I don't know when we will see each other again!

Comrades-in-arms, may you all be well!

As the carriage jolted, getting farther and farther away from the familiar garrison of the Northern Legion Ave, Linsey lifted the cloth, stared at the rear, and said silently in his heart.

Where he goes next is not a question he should be concerned about for the time being. Leaving the garrison of the Northern Army meant that he was out of the absolute control of the army, and he was wondering what kind of Longtan Tiger's den was waiting for him in front of the scheming Thomas and Georgis.

There was no reason why they shouldn't seize this opportunity, and there was no reason why he shouldn't be careful. The fifth-order strength is definitely the kind of amazing genius-type person who is placed on his peers, but there are many killers in this world who are beyond the fifth order, as long as he meets one in person, he will be suppressed to the death, and it is not so simple to imagine that he escaped in the western jungle before.