When Claire looked at the Crusader and said this slowly, the Crusader did not speak, but looked at Claire with a cold look on his face.

"I have adopted a boy scout, who may have been a comrade-in-arms with you, but he is not from the Mushara army, but from the Nurtu ethnic group, and I will show you a picture of him. Claire pulled out her phone as she spoke, and after finding the photo, she handed it to the guy with the tattoo on his neck.

The Crusader didn't pick up Claire's phone at first, but he couldn't help but look at the phone screen.

Looking at the emaciated black boy in the photo, the Boy Scout suddenly had a sense of déjà vu.

His slightly frown betrayed him inadvertently, and Claire seemed to understand something.

"This is the first picture of him that we brought back from South Sudan, isn't it skinny?" Claire saw that this guy didn't speak, and he simply talked to himself.

The black boy continued with a grim expression.

Kral's fingers kept swiping across the phone screen, and photos of the goats growing up over the past year appeared in front of them.

"If you look at the way he looks now, he's not very strong. Claire looked for a recent photo of the goat.

The Boy Scouts remained silent.

"Child, you only have one life, you miss this wonderful life, you lose everything, I can help you, help you get rid of war, get rid of sin, I promise ......" Claire began to know with emotion and reason.

The Crusaders remained silent, his indifferent look at Alexander on the top of the hill with an angry expression.

If it weren't for the boss's refusal to beat him, Alexander swore he would have taught this little black boy a good lesson.

Claire wasn't angry, he pulled out a cigarette and smoked it with a leisurely face.

......

Finally, the Boy Scout spoke.

"Sir, is this little black boy nicknamed Goat?" his gaze narrowly fixed on Claire.

"That's right, he's called a goat, you know him?" Claire was taken aback.

"He and I used to be in the same village, but then we were sacked by Mushara's army and I was forced to become a scout. The Crusaders said slowly.

"So you're also from the Nurtu tribe?" Claire said with a frown.

The Scout nodded, "Yes, I'm from the Nurtu tribe, but I'm working for Marshal Mushara right now. ”

"Child, let me correct you, you are not effective, you are sending him to death. Claire said with a serious face.

The Boy Scouts were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes became a little evasive

The atmosphere in the air became a little dull, and for a moment, it was a little frozen.

"It's all death anyway. The Crusaders said with a grim expression.

"It's worth dying to die, just like that guy just from, he promised us to cooperate with us, who would have expected to go back on his word, do you think he deserves to die or not?"

The Boy Scouts didn't speak.

"Our guys have been through the baptism of high-intensity warfare, and they are more combat-ready than the rabble of Musala. Claire laughed.

Although the boy scouts did not see the scene of the battle just now, judging from the final chic and magnificent ending of the war, it is true that their people belong to a rabble.

And he also noticed just now that the faces of this group of whites, yellows, and blacks are all unruly, and this kind of unruliness is not pretended, but a superior reflection of their own strength.

"Goat, how is he supposed to be now?" After a few more moments of silence, the Crusaders spoke again.

"He's doing well, he's happy, but at first he wasn't. Claire said with a serious face.

"What do you mean by that?" the Crusaders were a little curious.

"Because of the long war, he actually had a disease in his heart. "In his sleep, the goat will often yell, and even wake up from his bed in the middle of the night, and his temper and personality are extremely unstable, like a psychopath." ”

The Boy Scout was stunned, to be honest, he also had the problem of goats, and sometimes he would suddenly wake up from his sleep, and then he couldn't sleep.

"And how did he heal it?" after all, the Boy Scout is still young, and even if he is mentally mature, he cannot compare to an adult.

"I took him to Barri, France, where we saw a psychiatrist. Claire said with a smile.

"French Barri?" he seemed to have heard of.

"Yes, a beautiful city. Claire nodded.

"Thank you for everything you have done for him. The Crusaders finally laughed.

"You're friends with goats, aren't you?" asked Claire suddenly.

"Yes. The Crusaders nodded.

"He's a friend of course, so what do you think a friend would be?" asked Claire with a smile.

"Friends. This time, the scout blurted out without thinking.

"That's right, you're our friend too, young man, join us, and I'll let you out of the war. Claire once again knew that she was emotional, and she was reasonable.

"I hate war. The Scout's face began to grow a little sad.

"Child, I know you can't help yourself, cry, in fact, every man of us has shed tears, and the effect of crying will definitely be better. Claire took the Boy Scout into her arms.

......

Alexander and Yang Tianlong couldn't hear what Claire and the Boy Scouts said, but when they saw the scene in front of them, they couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, they didn't expect this stubborn-looking Boy Scout to be so vulnerable, and he turned into a complete child in front of Claire, who had a powerful aura.

"Uncle, I'll go with you. After crying for a while, the scout finally made up his mind.

"We're welcome, what's your name?" Claire said with a smile.

"My name is Little Bird. The Crusaders wiped away their tears as he spoke.

"Little Bird?" Claire wiped his head, then beckoned to Yang Tianlong and them, "Hey guys, we have another guy, his name is Little Bird." ”

"Little bird?" Alexander couldn't help grinning, and then strode over, looking at the little black boy with an unruly expression, "Hey, kid, do you know what my name is?"

The bird shook her head, "I don't know." ”

"My name is Big Bear, and I like to eat birds. Alexander smiled and said.