Noble God of War

Chen Zhou paused, and then said.

"But you have to know, since I have arranged this place for you two father and son, so you have to take full control of it and observe everything here."

"Yes!"

Leng Ao shouted loudly, "It will definitely live up to everyone's expectations."

His voice was full of excitement, but his heart was full of shame.

He recalled what he did in the casino before, and he was very annoyed.

I thought that if I hadn't done that at the time, I would have grown a little faster.

His current view of the world has undergone a huge change through the appearance of Chen Zhou.

When I saw Chen Zhou for the first time, I looked so superior that I even wanted to smack myself now.

Leng Ao didn't dare to say anything, he knew in his heart that this was Chen Zhou's good intentions.

I must not let Chen Zhou down!
Chen Zhou asked Leng's father and son to come to the Middle East, so Chen Zhou must have his own plans.

If I don't give Chen Zhou some face, it's a bit unreasonable to be true.

"Okay, don't be moved anymore, hurry up and do your own work, you still have a lot of work to do later, you can prepare your own work during this time."

Chen Zhou interrupted his memory.

"You have to know that your responsibility now is not just the Middle East. This battlefield is more about how to survive on this battlefield."

Leng Ao knew it in his heart, and he knew it too.

"Yes."

His current self is not only for the comeback of Leng's family, but more importantly, he occupies a place in the Middle East and helps Chen Zhou a little.

"Mr. Chen's hard work, I will definitely remember it in my heart."

Leng Ao has matured a lot now.

Facing Chen Zhou, he was no longer so dissatisfied.

More, at the same time, I hope that I can have a chance to start all over again.

After speaking, Leng Ao left.

He didn't want to waste a second on these unnecessary tasks.

He wants to do his best.

Put all your thoughts on the martial arts mercenaries in the Middle East battlefield.

Leng Xinyuan at the side was very puzzled when he saw Leng Ao's performance and the change in attitude.

You are just going through a battle, and during this battle, Chen Zhou didn't tell him any so-called tricks, or order him.

And Leng Ao is like a different person.

He remembered Leng Ao's attitude towards Chen Zhou before Chen Zhou came.

Still that kind of stubbornness, that kind of unwillingness.

After this short day, his attitude has undergone a shocking reversal.

Leng Xinyuan was very puzzled and asked: "Mr. Chen, what?"

Chen Zhou waved his hand and said to Leng Xinyuan.

"Don't be idle, go and help him, I'm afraid he can't do it alone."

Although Leng Xinyuan has a lot of doubts in his heart.

But since he was about to say that, he couldn't say anything more.

After packing his bags, he began to head to the command room of the Lengao camp.

After the father and son left, Chen Zhou made a cup of tea alone in the room.

The strong aroma of tea instantly filled the whole room.

Chen Zhou slowly closed his eyes, enjoying the fragrance of tea.

In the eyes of outsiders, Chen Zhou seemed to be in a state of half asleep and half awake.

However, Chen Zhou knew clearly in his heart that his brain was running at high speed, and he was planning the next thing.

Chen Zhou had a feeling in his heart that the remaining two full pages must be in the underground world.

All his actions now are for him to break into the underground world as soon as possible.

Be sure to venture into the Underworld.

In this way, we will have a glimpse of the last two pages of Nine Killing Ming Dao Fist Manual.

At the same time, as long as you enter the underground world and collide with those powerful forces.

It is also very helpful to Xinye Group.

The corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

……

"What? Young Master Leng, we don't quite understand what you said."

Leng Ao had already returned to his camp at this time, and summoned all his subordinates for a grand meeting.

"Didn't we just win the battle? Why do we have to shift positions? If this is the case, won't our efforts be in vain?"

One of the martial arts soldiers asked puzzledly.

He didn't understand that the place he successfully fought for was to keep his own place.

But now Leng Ao suddenly said that they would move their positions, which made them a little unhappy.

Leng Ao didn't say much, and when the crowd gradually became quiet, he opened his mouth to speak.

"All around are the remaining victors from the battlefield just now. Don't they care so much about this small camp?"

After hearing these words, the people who were talking about it felt a little nervous, and they looked at Leng Ao quietly.

"Please explain the situation carefully, Master Leng."

One of the martial arts soldiers asked.

Leng Ao watched the video, and then said.

"Since you want to know, I'll tell you."

He drew a circle on a map with his hand, pointed at him and said.

"I want our camp moved here."

The martial arts soldiers looked at the map, and when they saw the place drawn in the red circle, they felt a bit of shock in their hearts.

The red circle he drew was clearly where the Iron Shield Martial Arts mercenary army was before.

And his place is only a small part of the red circle, and the rest of the place is surrounded by wasteland.

These martial arts soldiers are still a little puzzled.

I don't know why I want to give up my own small world and chase some wastelands that are dozens of times larger than my own place.

Moreover, although the price of land is very cheap in the Middle East battlefield, it cannot be said that such a huge land, and no other martial arts mercenary legion is eyeing it.

Land scrambles are also common in the Middle East battlefield.

In order to compete for favorable terrain or the resources needed in this area, some martial arts mercenaries will go to war here to fight for this land.

"Meanwhile I want to be here."

Leng Ao drew another small red circle on the picture, and said.

"Build a hospital."

The other martial arts soldiers looked at him puzzled.

"I want our martial arts soldiers to die in battle as an honor, and if they didn't die in battle, they couldn't be tortured to death because of insufficient medical equipment."

After hearing this, in fact, in the minds of martial arts soldiers, there was still not much splash.

In their minds, as long as they die in battle, they can get money and send it to their families, which is their greatest wish.

"More than that, I also want to build an educational institution here, that is, a school."

These people who are fighting in the Middle East, they probably don't know anything about education.

So they don't know how absurd it is for the term school to exist on the battlefield in the Middle East.

Crazy!