Disillusioned, Gulf left with Ruth, and in addition to arranging his accommodation, he was still making a final attempt to see if it was possible to use the half-breed boy to take over the job of the cook.

Qi Lang and Jira stayed in the conference room, repeatedly discussing the possibilities of Credent's true intentions. It seems that the previous judgment was correct, the Vache slave camp incident was the ghost made by Creden, 300,000 slaves rose up to resist, and defeated the more than 10,000 strong guards of the slave camp with one blow, and it was possible to achieve it only after careful organization. I don't know how many of those slaves ended up in Credon's arms, even if it was only a tenth, that number was quite staggering.

And those slaves are full of hatred for this world, Qi Lang knows their mentality very well, if their hatred is really aroused, it is definitely no less powerful than overwhelming, enough to crush any empire.

Recalling that conversation with Mr. Fang Chuan in Yunyang City, he revealed at that time that when the confrontation between the Mingyu Kingdom and the Otto Empire entered the white heat, an inexplicable force of tens of thousands of people suddenly killed the Broken Hongqiao, which made the soldiers of the Mingyu Kingdom take care of one thing and lose the other, so that they completely fell into passivity in the battle situation. Now it seems that that force should be Credon's men. They deliberately disrupted the Mingyu Kingdom's joint anti-enemy strategy with the Luman Empire, and thus created chaos in favor of their next operation.

It seems that those Credon are also not simple, and every battle strategy is extremely precise. As King Henry had said, there was no doubt that they had already planted their eyes within the empire and cleverly used the information they had in the current mess. Weakened the power of the Luhmann Empire step by step, now. They are about to make the final move towards the realization of their ambitions.

It is clear that old Henry did not have an easy time. Although he didn't make a formal request for help, it is estimated that he will not last long. At the moment, it seems that the war on the side of the Zong Hao Kingdom must end as soon as possible, and Qi Lang must gain a firm foothold here as soon as possible. Only when everything is stable will they have a chance to lend a hand to old Henry's side.

The discussion with Jira lasted for two or three hours, and by the time Qi Lang walked out of the conference room in a daze, it was nearly late at night, and the whole town had fallen asleep, except for the full moon of early winter hanging lonely in the air.

A belly full of worries drove away sleepy bugs. Qi Lang had to walk around to soothe his mind, otherwise tonight was destined to be another sleepless night.

The moon overhead seemed to be veiled, making the moonlight hazy, and it was impossible to see where the alley in front of him led. However, Qi Lang was already familiar with this place, not because he had been wandering around for the past three months, but because he had lived here for a long time when he was young.

Qi Lang's memories have all been retrieved, but that is not a good thing, because those memories always have some sadness with them. And when sadness strikes. Sometimes it's out of control, like Qi Lang now, he originally just wanted to hang out or run a few laps to exercise his body. Let the mood relax, but unconsciously walked to the west side of the town.

Qi Lang knew what was on the west side of the town, so he didn't have to go back to the memories of more than ten years ago. He remembered that there was a new cemetery, reserved for the soldiers who died heroically. It was in the green meadow on the bank of the Daxin River, in the grave in the southwest corner. His best friend, Gondwana's last descendant, Owu Singh Jayarahman, is buried in the eternal future.

It's hard to imagine that almost half a year has passed. Qi Lang still couldn't believe that the strong guy was dead, he always thought that Ou Wu must still be alive, otherwise why would there always be a sound of fists hitting sandbags outside the window in the middle of the night?

But Owu is indeed dead. Joanna proved this fact, Dong Hong proved this fact, and every fighter present proved this fact. But in fact, Qi Lang could see that those guys didn't want to believe it either.

What Owu said when he was dying was obviously nonsense. What river of time can soothe the pain and relieve the sorrow? It's been half a year, isn't it long enough?

However, there should be some truth to that nonsense. At least Qi Lang felt that when he thought of Ou Wu now, his heart would not be as painful as tearing, and maybe the situation would be better if time passed, right? But for now, if he went over and sat down with that stupid guy again, even if it might rekindle the sad emotion, but good friend, what is that little difficulty?

When one tomb after another finally appeared in front of him, Qi Lang found that he was not alone. Right in front of Owu's grave, two or three other guys were burning paper money there. This is a bit ridiculous to say, the so-called old custom of "giving winter clothes", even the people of Middle-earth are about to forget, but Gulf and a few other barbarian devils have to join in the fun, "have to follow the customs...... Don't let your brother keep your hands tight down there...... Money can make ghosts grind ......" They said these words one by one, even smoother than Qi Lang himself.

Sure enough, it was Gulf who was squatting there humming and chirping, and the two people next to him holding a large bundle of blank paper were Corporal Yates and Sergeant Clettu, whom Au-U had never been very pleased with.

What a fool they were! There was a special piece of paper money at the grave, and they had apparently brought the manuscript paper that little Jira had used for practice.

"Good evening, Commander!" Corporal Yates glanced at Qi Lang, and raised his hand sharply in a military salute, and the white paper in his hand fell into the fire, and the splash of sparks almost set Gulf's coat on fire.

"Good evening, Corporal Yates. Qi Lang waved his hand to a few people, "I suggest you wipe away your tears, Ou Wu doesn't like to see the fighters behave so weakly, you know it." ”

Gulf blew his nose underneath: "Hell, I'm a smoky ......"

Gulf's crying can't deceive people. But Qi Lang didn't break it.

"Actually, what I want to say is......" Qi Lang picked up a branch and picked up the pile of white paper, and was about to explain what the real paper money looks like, but suddenly saw Leo slowly come over: "Hey, how are you, Leo." I've heard that you've been staying here every day for a while, and after so long, it's time for you to let go. ”

Leo didn't say a word, but walked up slowly, stuck out his nose, and sniffed Qi Lang's cheek. His eyes were hollow, but his movements were quite intimate.

Qi Lang raised his hand and stroked the long black hair on his neck: "Listen to me, Leo, you should go back to the camp." That's your home, and each of us is your best buddy, how about it, is it a deal?"

Leo lowered his head and stretched out his long tongue to lick Qi Lang's palm, still not making any sound. Ziran noticed that Gurf, Yates, and Clethu were sobbing again.

"Hey, you guys!" Qi Lang frowned, "No tears, okay?"

The three guys hurriedly turned their backs, blowing their noses and wiping their tears.

"I see, you coward. Qi Lang smiled and tugged at Leo's big, drooping ears, "You think we're trying to trick you, don't you?

Leo still didn't respond, so he simply sat down and turned his calf-like head back towards Owu's tombstone, which read: The tomb of Owu Singh Jayarahman, the proud warrior of Gondwana, is signed to Qi Langli, the king of Zonghao.

Qi Lang still refused to give up, and turned to Leo again: "Okay, I admit defeat." I'll allow you to be sad for a while, just for three days. After three days, I ordered you to go back to the barracks. Do you make a deal? You call one word to agree, and you call 10,000 people to say you don't agree......"

"That's enough!" Gulf couldn't take it anymore and yelled at Qi Lang in a bit of anger, "You probably didn't notice that Leo hadn't screamed since he knew that O'U was dead!

Qi Lang was stunned for a moment: "I'm sorry, I really ignored...... But, what is that for?"

Gulf's lips opened and closed for a long time, but he never could spit out a word.

"What did he eat wrong?" Qi Lang turned his face to Yates. But the short, skinny guy looked away.

"Or did you not bring the food to Leo on time?" Qi Lang glared at Clettu. But the big man shook his head.

"Hey, can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?" Qi Lang was also a little angry, "Gurf, I order you!"

"Shokin said that Leo would not scream again......" Gulf choked up, tears falling uncontrollably, "because...... No one in the world can understand him......"

Clettu's shoulders twitched hard, and Yates ran out of control to the edge of the Daxin River, wailing with all his might.

Qi Lang suddenly felt a heavy punch in his chest-

Leo won't scream anymore because no human can understand him anymore......

He wanted to keep his eyes open so that the tears could spread. But he was still moving a little slower.

Tears, tears that had been absent for a long time, still flowed.

Leo sat there still, wagging his thick tail softly, with kindness, and looked at the three familiar humans without saying a word, looking ignorant - without Ou as a medium, it could not understand what the humans were saying...... (To be continued......)