Seeing Lakht laughing hysterically like crazy, under the flickering light, the originally handsome face became twisted and ferocious, looking extremely terrifying.
The middle-aged man next to him didn't care at all, and even slightly appreciated it in his heart.
Having reached such a position, he has already seen a lot, and is no longer interested in glory, justice, glory... or even all the praise words in the world.
He even thought that he had sufficient insight, and like a wise man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, he could easily see through the ugliness and filth behind the glitz. It was not because he had been soaked in the cesspit for too long that it had been dyed black.
Therefore, he has always turned a blind eye to Lakht's behavior.
As the son of the world-famous General Hadou, Lakht not only has to face his insurmountable father, but also the huge families behind him who strongly support him.
The life and death of so many people, the rise and fall of so many families, are all tied to him.
Under such circumstances, even being an ugly bad person is much better than being a good person who only knows how to be submissive, honest and incompetent.
Therefore, even though General Hadou was extremely dissatisfied with his son, he strongly supported Lakht in pursuing the promising career of "The Dead Turtle" and became the leading cultural and entertainment giant in Haligard.
And it was precisely because of this prosperous industry that he privately provided Hadou with a large amount of financial resources. Although it was not pleasant to talk about this matter, at the same time, he gradually gained the support of some people.
General Hadou used to worry a lot about money. Now he has financial resources. Although he is still a little dissatisfied in his heart, he doesn't say anything on the surface.
As a result, although his power is still not as powerful as Angel, he has gradually grown under his careful management.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man smiled, then shook his wine glass and said coldly: "My dear nephew, don't get too proud too early.
As the saying goes: The amount of water a wooden barrel can hold is not determined by the longest board, but by the shortest board.
Although those two fools are only temporarily with us, if their plans are exposed in advance, we will also be in trouble.
There are many people around Angel who don’t like us. They have been staring at us eagerly."
Lachter snorted angrily and jumped up from the sofa.
He picked up the wine bottle and took a few sips directly. The overflowing wine dripped down his chin and onto the little girl's body, splashing bright red wine stains like blood on the gauze.
Lakht wiped the corners of his mouth vigorously and said: "I know, uncle. I will keep it a secret for them.
These two idiots didn't know the details before doing anything. They recruited people to join the gang and actually blamed our people. Is there anything more ridiculous than this?
If we hadn't cleaned up for him, these two guys would have been noticed by Angel long ago and chopped into pieces."
The middle-aged man also laughed out loud, shook his head and said: "So, never associate with fools, it will only make us die faster. Angel is like this, and so are these two princes. They are too self-righteous.
"
Lakht glanced at the girl next to him, then leaned close to the middle-aged man and whispered nervously: "When can we do it? Now that I see Angel's proud look, I want to strangle him to death with my own hands, that dog
This guy still has to circle in front of me twice every day, with a arrogant look on his face.
It’s really too much of a lie~!”
The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "No hurry, no rush. There are people from Angel in and outside the city now. Once our people are transferred, it will be easy for Angel to see the problem. Just wait."
"Wait?" Lakht slapped his palm on the table and hissed: "How to wait? There is not much time left for us. I can feel that the blade is already on my neck."
The middle-aged man glared at Lachter with dissatisfaction, threw the wine glass heavily on the table, and scolded: "Are you in a hurry? I am more anxious than you~!"
Seeing the middle-aged man getting angry, Lakht smiled sarcastically and said quickly: "That's not what I meant. Uncle, please don't be angry."
The middle-aged man let out a long sigh and said: "Calm down, Raht, calm down~!
We only have one chance to do this kind of thing, if we miss it, there will be nothing we can do again.
Now that the situation is in chaos, I will ask people to persuade Angel to send more troops outside again. As long as the troops are transferred, Haligard will be ours, and then..."
The middle-aged man glanced at him meaningfully, with a cruel smile on his face.
Lakht also laughed immediately, but then he thought of something, but he hesitated and said: "What if the time comes, my father..."
The middle-aged man jumped up in anger, pointed at Lakht's nose and cursed loudly: "We have come to this point, why are you still hesitating?"
Lakht shook his head quickly and said: "No, I, I..."
The middle-aged man sat down and took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said: "We have no choice, Lakht, if my brother-in-law is still fine, we will not hesitate to fight them to the end. Who is over there?"
Help, the outcome is still unknown.
But you also know about your father’s situation.”
Lakht didn't want to believe what the middle-aged man said, so he insisted: "Maybe there is hope for father?"
The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "I also hope your father can get up, but we have used all possible means.
Although your father seems fine on the surface, he has always been suffering from hidden illnesses.
That was back when he invaded the Ruman Empire and faced heavy encirclement and suppression by the enemy. Although the entire army retreated, he was seriously injured in the battle.
It's just that in order to dampen the enemy's arrogance, the general never publicizes it, and few people know about it.
But this time, he was so angry that he relapsed.
If...if he takes three to five years to rest, he can still recover, but where can we find these three to five years?
The enemy may kick open the door and break into our home at any time~!"
Lakht murmured as if he had lost his soul: "Is there really no chance?"
The middle-aged man spread his hands, shook his head and let out a long sigh, saying: "If we don't take action, all of our lives and fortunes will be destroyed along with the Southern Army.
We must keep the fire alive for our family, Lakht, it is our duty."
Lachter looked at the delicate girl in his arms, her face turned pale, and he didn't dare to think what would happen if he lost them.
After a moment of silence, Lakht asked in a low voice: "Have you reached an agreement on the terms with the other party?"
The middle-aged man showed an excited look, nodded and said affirmatively: "It's settled. And we bypassed the middleman and talked directly with the two biggest bosses of the other party."
"Who?" Lakht said angrily: "That couple?"
After all, he is still Hadou's son. This man has been fighting with others all his life. But when he comes here, he has to bear the humiliation and lick people's boots for the sake of the family. It is really a bit reluctant.
The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "That old boy Julius doesn't know that we contacted that temptress and her subordinate Wei Shang."
Lakht pondered for a moment, frowned and said in thought, "Isn't this bad..."
At this time, Lakht pursed his lips, frowned, and his eyes sparkled. He looked nothing like the crazy playboy he usually was.
The middle-aged man looked at Lakht and sighed secretly in his heart. When it comes to intelligence, Lakht has been much better than the stubborn Angel since he was a child. It can be seen since he built this osmanthus garden.
.
This is why he is more popular with the Hadou family.
Everyone disliked the fake and serious Angel, but Lakht's intelligence was never put to good use, and he was proficient in everything from eating, drinking and gambling.
Lachter looked at the middle-aged man and analyzed seriously: "If we bypass that old boy Julian and that damn bastard Lorraine, and fight with the northerners alone, they will definitely be angered if they find out.
If that old boy Julius refuses to accept the peace talks, won't we be doomed?
There are 500,000 of them, but that witch has less than 100,000, and they are all a bunch of idiots and cowards.
"I suspect..." Lachter pressed his thumb on his forehead and said, "That old lady Isabella has bad intentions. She may be trying to burn bridges across the river."
The middle-aged man sneered and said: "Everyone knows that she has no good intentions. But for us, it is much better to talk to that temptress than to talk to that bastard Julius.
We don't have a choice, Lakht.
The Ruman people will not give us a chance to negotiate. Those damn Ruman people have only one purpose, to kill us and uproot our Hadu family."
Lachter fell silent for a moment.
They all know that the hatred between Hadu and the Ruman people is too deep. For the Ruman people, this war will be a failure if it cannot completely wash away the shame.
Lachter slapped his forehead with his palm and said bitterly: "Damn the Rumans, damn Julius, damn Lorraine.
Why didn't that guy Lorraine die at the hands of the High Priest of the Undead? How much trouble could we have saved?"
The middle-aged man also had a look of hatred on his face. He clenched his wine glass tightly and said, "There will be a day, Lakht. There will be a day. Someone will take his life without us taking action.
The most important thing is that for us, the peacekeepers and the temptress are not monolithic. They all have their own plans in their hearts. The temptress wants to get a complete south from us and does not want to see the flames of war.
Destroy this place.
And that old boy Julius will not hesitate to turn the south into a scorched earth. The Rumanians will not leave the Almohads a land full of wealth and hatred.
Their conflicts are opportunities for us."
Lachter said: "But we can't place all our hopes on that temptress."
The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "Of course not. We can only rely on ourselves for everything."
"What conditions did they impose?" Lachter asked.
"Well..." the middle-aged man thought for a while and said: "All the troops of our Southern Army will be merged into their new army, hand over all the territory, take good care of the local nobles and officials, and assist the North before the witch takes over.
Guys stabilize order.
Then we can leave Almohad freely with our property."
Lachter sneered and said: "This is equivalent to washing the entire South clean and serving it to the Yankees' table for them to enjoy, and they don't even have to contribute a share."
The middle-aged man shrugged and said, "Do you have any other ideas? This is already the best deal I can get.
It’s not like you don’t know the reputation of that guy Lorraine. If the fight continues, once the peacekeeping force passes, all the essence of the South will be in that guy Lorraine’s pocket. The Yankees don’t want to see this outcome. All we have is
Opportunity. Otherwise, even that temptress won’t let us go.”
Lakht sighed and said: "I have worked hard for decades, and I will become a pauper again overnight."
The middle-aged man threw down his wine glass, stretched his waist, and said: "You have a chance when you are alive. Lacht, the seeds of revival have been sown, we need to be patient until it grows again.
Don't go out and fool around these days, stay here all the time."
Lakht smiled and said: "Don't worry, uncle, I won't go there. I'm still afraid that I will be killed by Angel's killer on the street."
As he spoke, Lakht raised his head and laughed wildly. The laughter was both desperate and a little sad.
He would not have negotiated with the Yankees if possible, but now that Haddou had fallen, Angel was in charge.
At this moment when brothers need to work together to overcome difficulties, the other party is happy to have a human tragedy of brothers killing each other for that position. This has to be said to be a kind of irony.
And in order to save his life, as the son of General Hadou, a famous general in hundreds of battles, he had to surrender to his former enemy. This is another kind of irony.
The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly, opened the door and walked out.
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The peacekeeping force's flag was flying above the city of Priska.
The traces of the war are still visible.
The city wall that had been destroyed by running back fell to the ground in a mess, and a large group of captured Confederate soldiers were working hard to clean it up.
The New Army soldiers supervising next to them brandished whips and sticks, and taught the Confederate prisoners a lesson unscrupulously.
Because there were not too many bombardments into the city, most of the buildings in the small town of Prisca were preserved. Lorraine, who had been exposed to wind, sun and rain for a month in the wilderness, could finally live in a spacious and clean house.
For Lorraine and Vera, this is simply too happy.
The city of Priska is not big, with a permanent population of more than 10,000, but it is quite wealthy. Take the hotel where Lorraine stayed, for example, it should be a four-star hotel.
As for the City Lord's Mansion, although it is more beautiful than this place, it was already razed to the ground when the city was besieged and under the intensive care of the New Army's artillery fire.
The residents of Priska City had already fled during the melee between the Northern Army and the Southern Army.
The entire city is now a complete military barracks.
This hotel called Ping'an has now become Lorraine's headquarters. All the people coming in and out are peacekeeping force soldiers.
Lorraine stood on the roof of the hotel, holding a parasol on her head and overlooking the Zamibia River in front of her.
On the wide surface of the Zamibia River, three pontoon bridges are being nervously built.
The soldiers of the peacekeeping force, under the command of the engineering and technical personnel of the security army, connected the wooden boats one by one with iron chains, and then laid wooden boards on them.
The pontoon bridge with the fastest construction progress has a bridge deck length that exceeds half of the river surface.
"In two days, the first pontoon bridge can be opened. Experiments have proved that the middle pontoon bridge can pass our heaviest transportation vehicles." A security officer in black reported the progress of the project behind Lorraine.
"The pontoon bridge to the east will take at least three days, and the pontoon bridge to the west will be slower. We sent soldiers to collect ships. We can no longer find a suitable ferry within five hundred miles upstream and downstream."
Lorraine put his palms in front of his eyes, looking at the busy soldiers clinging to the pontoon like ants, and said: "Is there any other way? Time is running out for me."
The generals of the new army behind Lorraine rolled their eyes angrily, and said to themselves: If you don't wait for me, you will waste all your time. Capture Prisca early, and now we are already in the city of Middelburg
Drinking wine and picking up girls.
The security officer said: "I have asked them to collect logs with a breast diameter of about one foot. Use the logs to tie them into wooden rafts. After they are firmly fixed, they can be laid with wooden planks to make a walking bridge for people traveling together."
Lorraine nodded and said: "You just have to figure it out. I'm throwing away a lot of gold coins, don't let them turn it into a shoddy project for me."
The officer in black clothes and silver jewelry smiled confidently and said: "Please don't worry, sir, they don't dare to do it while our security forces are watching."
As soon as the officer's confident words came out, the officers nearby felt a chill down their spines. After such a long period of contact, they had already seen that the security forces were full of lunatics who could not be judged by common sense.
A large traffic boat approached the pier on the north shore at a very fast speed. I don't know if the sailors on the boat were drunk. The entire wooden boat savagely hit the pier, and a large piece of the ship's side was immediately dented.
While the transport ship was still shaking violently, several sailors jumped off the ship in a hurry, rolling and crawling away as if there were some man-eating monsters on the ship.
Seeing the abnormality, a large group of soldiers drew their weapons and surrounded him.
Suddenly an officer of the New Army stood out from the bow of the ship. He waved his hand to the approaching soldiers and motioned them to leave. Then he shouted: "Don't come over here. Push a cart over. We have something to transport."
Several officers and soldiers of the New Army on the ship worked together to carry a rectangular wooden box and placed it on the deck.
Lorraine pointed to the pier and said, "What's going on?"
Hassel whispered: "They are our people, sent to the south bank to do liaison work."
Lorraine nodded. Scouts from the peacekeeping force were already operating on the south bank of the river. People sent by the New Army also went to contact and cooperate with Petrius. These people should be the ones sent to contact Petrius.
Hassel said in confusion: "But why did they bring me a box back?"
The officers of the New Army worked together to put the wooden box on the carriage, pushed aside the crowd, and drove quickly towards the city.
"Just go and take a look and you'll find out." Lorraine walked downstairs.
Several officers closely protected the carriage along the way, and it galloped into the courtyard of the hotel.
Lorraine walked out of the hotel door and saw the officer protecting the carriage preventing anyone from approaching the carriage.
Seeing the wooden box lying flat on the carriage, Lorraine suddenly felt his heart beat violently, his right hand twitched involuntarily, and the Battle Soul Sword almost jumped out of his hand.
Lorraine suppressed her impulse and stared at the wooden box with squinted eyes.
Seeing Lorraine, several people quickly came over to greet her.
Hassell asked first: "Teos, what's going on?"
Theos saluted with a military salute, walked up to Lorraine and the others, and whispered: "Sir, the matter is urgent, please take a step to speak."
Lorraine waved her hand and said, "Go to the backyard."
Several people carefully carried the wooden box and put it into a room in a small building in the backyard.
The soldiers guarded the courtyard and according to Lorraine's order, no one was allowed to approach.
Hassell was confused and said: "Teos, what on earth is going on?"
An officer wearing a New Army uniform who had been standing guard in front of the wooden box walked up to him, straightened his back, clicked his heels together, saluted with a military salute, and said: "Narsus, Peter."
Aide-de-camp to General Reuss. See His Excellency the Deputy Commander-in-Chief, General Hassell."