The tent was quiet and terrible for a while, and Thunder was stunned as he held the drawings. Occasionally, he muttered, "Jedi, poisonous, Jedi!"

Luo Luoya, who was beside him, thought for a moment, and then coughed lightly twice. It wasn't until Thunder woke up and turned his head to look at him that he comforted him: "Thunder, don't be too sad about the death of the warriors. It's the highest honor of being a warrior! ”

Speaking of this, Roroa turned to look at the squadron leader: "Count the families of all the sacrificed fighters and compensate according to the rules of the tribe." You go down first!"

The squadron leader looked grateful, bowed and thanked him, and then turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Thunder suddenly stopped the other party and walked over to the squadron leader. With a touch of solemnity in his tone, he added: "Give me a copy of the family information, as the task publisher did not investigate the details, I am also responsible for their deaths!"

"Little Chief!" the squadron leader was about to retort, but Thunder raised his hand and pressed his shoulder: "Obey the order! Let me do what I have to do!"

"Me!" the squadron leader's eyes suddenly moistened when he heard Thunder say this. Biting his lip hard, he endured it, but the cheek muscles trembled unconsciously.

Turning to face the thunder, his right hand clenched into a fist and hammered into his left chest.

"Bang!" stood up with a muffled voice: "Obey the orders of the little chief!"

Roroa didn't make any sound, just watched quietly. With a smile on his face, he nodded imperceptibly when he saw this scene.

As the successor of the king of the grassland, Thunder is actually not the most suitable. Not cold-blooded and vicious enough, nor cunning enough.

Under normal circumstances, he has absolutely no chance of becoming a "little chief". However, Roroa discovered in a few casual observations that Thunder has an incomparable personality charm.

As long as it is an order issued by him, his subordinates will not blink even if they go to the sword mountain and the sea of fire. This ability to make people willing to die for him is definitely not something that can be measured by money and power.

Perhaps this is a talent? a special ability that is unique to Thunder himself and difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

If Thunder were living in Eagle City, this ability would not be easily detected. But this is a relatively simple and "barbaric" prairie, and there is not so much intrigue and deceit.

This kind of environment is the most suitable for Thunder, almost the only "lucky" place.

So many accidents come together, and it becomes inevitable that it will be extremely smooth.

The corners of Luo Luoya's mouth curled slightly, even he, a guy who is famous for his cunning, now wants to fight hard for Thunder, let alone others?

Watching the squadron leader leave, there was a faint sound of sobbing outside the tent, which made Thunder's own eyes slightly redden.

But he knew that as a man, the future successor of the steppe could not cry easily. Hurriedly took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, turned his head to look at the smiling Luo Luoya: "Let's look at the drawings, I hope this battlefield is not in the traffic artery!"

Roroa didn't say anything, just nodded and made a gesture of please. This move made Thunder feel quite weird, and even had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.

Returning to his seat to open the drawing, Roroa had just sat down opposite. I heard Thunder scold in a low voice: "Damn it!"

Immediately raised his head and looked at Luo Luoya extremely helplessly, and said in a rather mocking tone: "Great Wise Man, did you already know the location of the battlefield?"

As he spoke, his index finger kept tapping on the middle of the drawing, a gourd-shaped pattern that resembled an oversized belly.

Luo Luoya nodded slightly: "It's guessed, after all, I personally picked them up!"

Hearing this, Lei Ting sighed and shifted his gaze to the drawing again: "It happens to be on the only way to travel between the north and the south, and the merchants in the past will be very dangerous!"

Roroa knew that with Thunder's character, he would definitely think so. But in his opinion, even this situation is not all bad.

couldn't help but smile and explained: "Little Chief don't worry too much, this may not be a bad thing for us!"

"Isn't it a bad thing?" Thunder was stunned when he heard this, he knew that Roroa was much smarter than him. If a large number of merchants died in the grassland, what if it ignited the flames of war?

I couldn't help but wonder: "How can it not be a bad thing? Even if we send a large number of manpower to inform these merchants, it is difficult to say whether they will believe it." If someone dies in this area!"

Speaking of this, Thunder sighed: "You know that I am not afraid of responsibility, but I never want to bear the black cauldron of provoking war for the enemy!"

Roroa nodded again, of course he knew the nature of the thunder.

But since he couldn't turn the corner, he could only explain again: "Little Chief, please rest assured, Roroya will never let you carry the black cauldron." But we don't need to notify all the merchants, just send the news to their brains, and let them handle the rest!"

"Brain?" Thunder was a little confused, admitting that he was a little stupid, so it would be very difficult to communicate with smart people.

Perhaps Roroa thought he understood the language, but he still didn't know what to hear. Let's say that's the case now, and it's not once or twice at all.

Almost every conversation would end in a daze. Even today, when it comes to the present, even he feels tired and panicked for Roroa.

If I met a fool who couldn't understand how to explain it, and had to be patient to explain it clearly, I'm afraid he would have vomited blood and died several times.

Thinking of this, Thunder raised his hand to stop the other party's behavior that he still had to explain, and interrupted with a serious face: "Okay Roroa, don't explain more! You are very smart, and I absolutely believe in your loyalty." Now this matter is left to you to deal with, and I only need one result!"

With that, Thunder slowly got up and bent over to Roroa. When the distance between the two was only a few feet away, he looked at them and explained seriously: "Don't let the dead warriors chill!

Luo Luoya was extremely moved by this act of complete decentralization, and hurriedly got up and took two steps back, bowed to his chest and saluted, his tone was full of seriousness and gratitude: "Obey!

The lanterns are on the river, and the wharf area is full of people. A young woman in simple clothes was handing out leaflets to passers-by.

When I got closer, I heard that I was looking for my husband and son.

"Sir, ma'am, if you see the father and son in the portrait, can you help me?"

"Sir, please help me... ”

Most of the people who were in a hurry simply refused and left quickly. Only a few would take the portrait, and after nodding their heads in response to the portrait in a very perfunctory manner, they discarded it casually when they walked into the distance.

There are even some boring people who take advantage of small advantages, and they promise to help with the publicity, and go home directly after receiving a lot of leaflets. Compared with the hard work of chopping wood and cutting grass, dry and flammable paper is a very high-quality ignition material.

In just two hours, Sophia had a dry mouth and a hoarse voice. Dragging her tired body to the port security detachment, there was a small house where the female security officer saw her pitiful and specially prepared a small house for her to rest.

As he was walking, a child's cough suddenly sounded behind him. Sophia was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly turned to look.

I saw an eight- or nine-year-old boy who couldn't see clearly, and disappeared into the corner of the alley not far away in the blink of an eye.