The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

"A soldier's etiquette is to meet and open a new chapter ( to find the latest chapter!

"Unexpectedly, Master Simmons could still remember me?"

Seemingly surprised by Simmons' reaction, Allen smiled and showed a surprised look.

"Brother Hebrew, long time no see."

As if he still couldn't believe it, a series of complex colors such as joy, joy, worry, worry, and doubt flashed in Simmons's eyes. But in the end, it just turned into a small smile, with a touch of warmth as if to welcome home.

"Yeah, it's been a long time."

Allen also sighed and let out a long sigh of relief, as if remembering the past.

"Brother Hebrew, where have you been all these years?"

"At the beginning, after all..."

After taking the initiative to hug Alan, Simmons' eyes flashed with a look of curiosity that couldn't be more obvious, and he couldn't help but ask.

However, as if thinking of something, I couldn't bear to stop, and stopped unfinished.

"Don't worry about it, I'm not as weak as you think."

Allen waved his hand indifferently, saying that he had not been pricked in the pain by the other party.

"At the beginning, my father led me and a group of knights to train for actual combat, but suddenly I was attacked and killed."

"The other party seems to know us very well, whether it is the number, equipment, or personal characteristics."

"So, caught off guard, we lost streak and retreated, and even almost wiped out the entire army."

"Even if I used my father's powerful combat power to open a gap, in fact, it just delayed the arrival of death."

"At the last moment, he used a life-saving thing he had risked to use on me."

"A random teleportation spell with no fixed location."

"With this, my chance of survival was exchanged."

Allen raised his head slightly to prevent Simmons and Daphne from seeing their faces clearly, as if they were hiding something.

Simmons and Daphne were also doing the same at this time, and it was natural that their brains made up the rest.

To be honest, even if Allen looked directly at each other, it was almost impossible to make mistakes.

Alan is not good at acting purely, but looking back on the past, there is no problem in recreating the feelings and memories of a period of time.

Especially, after fighting against Milok just before, reappearing the memory that lurked in the depths.

However, in order to minimize the flaws, Allen still used certain techniques.

"That's it, I understand."

Simmons nodded, as if he could feel the heartfelt sadness and sadness exuding from Alan, and didn't say much.

After a while, Allen felt that his pose was almost ready, and after the atmosphere was brewing enough, he also restrained the mental fluctuations that he had specially strengthened to infect others.

"Master Simmons, is there anything else you want to ask?"

Allen seemed to be indifferent, looked at Simmons and spoke seriously, but when he looked closely, he could still see the redness in the corners of his eyes.

"Brother Hebrew, where have you been? Why have we not found you for so many years?"

Simmons was silent for a moment, lowered his head, and said in a low voice.

At this moment, Allen could clearly see that Daphne, who was behind her, quietly pulled Simmons's inner village clothing exposed by the damage of the mecha.

His eyes dazzled, but he didn't hesitate in his mouth.

"I went to other holy cities."

Seeing the surprised expressions on Simmons' faces, Allen continued to explain.

"At that time, after I woke up, I tried to return to the holy city, but after I was cautiously surviving on the frontier and evil territory for half a month before finally finding the shelter, I realized that I had already left our holy city. Near the city, we have reached another boundary that is not so far away."

"Master, you should be able to understand my situation at that time."

"In that situation, even if I want to return immediately, tell the family what happened to us, and avenge my father, it is extremely difficult."

"After all, I was just becoming a knight at the time, and I couldn't independently cross the wicked realm with countless weird evils."

"Moreover, I was penniless at that time, and couldn't hire someone to **** me."

Having said this, Alan seemed to be a little sad, and shook his head disappointedly.

"Although it is reasonable, I can join the caravan and go back to the holy city with the big troops."

"But unfortunately, I don't even know what our holy city is called."

"So, this road was also blocked."

"It is impossible for me to spend two or three months or even longer, risk not low, to try again and again."

"Also, although it is reasonable to say that the risk of traveling with a caravan is lower than that of ordinary people alone, if there is any accident, only your own strength is the most reliable."

"What's more, even if I come back, I don't have enough strength, and I can't take revenge."

"Maybe even when I found out who the inner ghost was, I fell into the trap again and was calculated to die."

Uh, Alan's tone of calm and turbulent waves suddenly lifted up and became tough.

It seemed that I didn't breathe out, and there was a fire raging in my heart.

"So, I need to be stronger, I need more strength."

"Only in this way can I find my way home, find my enemy, and let him understand the consequences of doing so."

"Three years, three years of life and death battles, three years of challenging the limit, three years of never sleeping well, even if you rest, you just use meditative breathing instead of sleep."

"The only thing I ask for is to let those betrayers cry and die in pain and despair."

The tone began to rise, the emotions began to accumulate, the tone began to rise, sonorously, and vocally, Allen performed the most critical performance with a performance that seemed to vent.

Silence, a long silence.

Simmons and Daphne's faces were concerned, worried, hesitant and unable to speak.

It seemed to want to comfort her, but in the end, no suitable method was found.

"Brother Hebrew, I think Uncle Clarence would be satisfied if he could learn about your current achievements."

After a while, Simmons finally spoke.

"I understand, don't worry, Master Simmons, I won't be immersed in hatred."

"That's good, that's good."

Hearing this, Simmons seemed to be relieved.

"However, Master Simmons, I've already said almost everything, you...what's the situation?"

Allen nodded, took a deep breath, and then looked at the two of them and spoke curiously.

To be honest, he didn't have much worry about whether he could pass the test.

After all, as long as the two opposing people are of normal intelligence, they will definitely recognize his identity as "Hebrew Brother" in cooperation.

No matter, is he?

Because in the current situation, they can only believe.

Not to mention that he came to rescue them with good intentions, even if he looked fierce and murderous, he expressed from the outside to the inside that he was not a good villain.

As long as the other party didn't intend to kill them, they would try their best to cooperate no matter how the other party wanted to perform.

Because, at this time, they have no backhand.

Uh...

It seems a bit inaccurate to say that, after all, the little guy Simmons Walkdall still has the level of a knight.

However, he has not really experienced life and death experience, battlefield fighting, how much he can play, it remains to be considered.

Moreover, although their armor didn't suffer any major damage, it was barely supported.

If low power consumption is simple to use, it is nothing, but if you enter a high-intensity battle, the winner may not be divided equally, and there will be a series of situations such as spontaneous combustion and spontaneous explosion, poor energy operation, node extinction, and central failure. Up.

And in this world where the individual tactical exoskeleton that belongs to the extraordinary system has almost been popularized, such a situation means weakness.

It is precisely because of this that, let alone Allen's performance is very good, for this reason he even obtained a lot of information from the mercenaries and the loyal guard souls.

Even if he made up an excuse to break through, the two people on the opposite side would nod their heads and express their approval.

However, such a move is really unwise.

If that were the case, it would be impossible for Simmons and Daphne to relax now, nor would it be possible to lower the many guards in their hearts, and develop initial trust and dependence on him.

Doing that is just to overwhelm people with the force, and when they enter the city, or reach a safe place, the friendship between the two parties will completely collapse.

If it is good, he can get a reward to repay his life-saving grace and turn around and leave. If it is bad, he may be subject to repeated inspections and surveillance, and even arrest and interrogation.

Alan didn't want to turn a thing that could have been done into kindness, but instead turned it into hatred and resentment.

What's more, he needs a reasonable identity, and even needs to maintain good contact with these two people after entering the city, so as to use their power to achieve his goals.

So, today's choice couldn't be better.

"We... seem to be hated."

Simmons and Daphne looked at each other, then smiled bitterly and said.

Allen didn't question or urge, but made a gesture of listening and motioned him to continue.

"Soon, it will be my father's birthday, so I have been thinking about what to give as a gift these days."

"And at this moment, someone heard that there was a daybreak outside the city just the other day, and it seemed that a ruined treasure was born."

Hearing this coincidence point in time, Allen's heart suddenly shook, and his heart suddenly became turbulent, but he still remained calm on his face, did not rush to speak, and continued to listen.

"So, I took Daphne out to try to find the source of the vision, so as to give a gift to my father."

"However, I didn't expect..."

Although the words were few, Alan still felt something wrong instinctively from this, "Master Simmons, who is it that told you the news?"

"I understand what you mean by Brother Hebrew, but he is also an old man who has followed me for many years. It was my mother who was promoted back then. It cannot be him."

Although, after hearing Allen's question, Simmons already understood what he meant. However, in the end, he just shook his head.

"Then the news itself, is it true?"

Allen spoke again, asked from another angle, and raised a question that had caused a shock in his mind before.

"Well, there are rumors all over the city, and many people have seen it."

Simmons nodded and said affirmatively.

There was some speculation in his mind, but Allen was not sure.

"This is a bit difficult."

There won't be much evidence, but the subjective guesses are temporarily suppressed, Allen focused his attention to his eyes, touched his chin, and said with some embarrassment.

Simmons sighed, knowing what Alan was embarrassing about.

If the news itself is fictitious and is meant to lead him out of the city, then even if it is difficult to find out, it is at least a clue.

But now, the news is not false, and there are rumors in the entire shelter, so there is no source and no clue.

"Anyone to doubt?"

Allen looked at Simmons with sadness on his face and asked softly.

It's not that he doesn't know this.

After all, after accepting the memory in the soul, Allen was able to understand the words that he had memorized before, and knew what they were talking about before.

However, he must ask.

After all, he had been watching the battle for a long time, and Alan, who had seen it from the beginning to the end, knew this, but he rushed to meet Hebrew who happened to be a descendant of the Walkdall family and shot in time at the last minute, but he shouldn't have known it.

The devil is hidden in the details. Now that the acting is decided, then it is natural to do the best and be careful in everything.

"Big brother, second brother."

Simmons smiled miserably, and spit out these two sentences tiredly.

"The eldest master and the second master?"

Alan frowned, and there seemed to be an indelible coldness between his brows, whispering in a low voice.

"So, how would Big Brother Hebrew choose?"

Seeing Allen's performance, Simmons squeezed Daphne's little hand and said softly.

However, although he tried his best to act as the calm of the wind, the slight trembling, the tired face looming because of betrayal and life and death crisis, exposed his inner uneasiness.

"Master Simmons, please rest assured, my loyalty to the family has never diminished."

Allen lowered his head and looked at Simmons, his eyes sincere and sincere.

"Is that so?" He sighed softly for the inaudible~www.readwn.com~ Simmons nodded, "I understand."

Allen meant it was obvious that he was loyal to the Walkdale family, not one of them.

If you have to fix it on a specific object, it can only be the head of the family, not their heirs.

Although this answer is not the best, it is not the worst. At least, they can let go of their worries.

"Master Simmons, this is not a suitable place for conversation. Let's go back and talk about it."

After a pause, Allen spoke and suggested.

"Well, good."

Simmons and Daphne had no objection, and nodded in agreement.

In order to facilitate the next reading, you can click on the "Favorites" below to record this (Chapter 595 Communication, Return (4k)) reading history, and you can see it next time you open the bookshelf!

If you like "A soldier's etiquette is to meet and open up", please recommend this book to your friends (QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.), thank you for your support! ! ()