Noble God of War

Among them, many martial arts soldiers were very shocked by Leng Ao's decision.

This is a battlefield, but how can a school be established in a place full of artillery fire?

Furthermore, even if the school is really built here, it is very dangerous for other martial arts mercenaries to attack here.

Leng Ao knew that everyone had doubts, so he opened his mouth to explain.

"I know everyone has doubts about the decision to build a school, but I want to tell you something."

"Building schools is not just for us, it's more for our children."

child!

The word exploded through the crowd.

These martial arts mercenaries are running for money in the Middle East battlefield, this place where they brush shoulders with death.

Dealing with death every day means that they may not necessarily see the sun tomorrow.

Leng Ao's decision now is to allow their descendants to reproduce here.

Once their children receive a higher education, it means that the path they take will be very different.

Their life for the Grim Reaper is about to be interrupted.

Who wants their children to live in dire straits every day, with their eyes closed and open for life and death?

So Leng Ao's decision revealed one word from the beginning to the end.

family!

That's right, it was the term "family" that made the eyes of all the martial arts soldiers turn red involuntarily.

They think of their own families, of those who live far away in impoverished places.

If he didn't fight in the Middle East, his family would have no money to live on, no money for their children, enough medical equipment or education.

"I think everyone doesn't want their children to be in dire straits, but wants to change themselves through education."

The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, and then Leng Ao drew a circle on the map and spoke.

"At the same time, we want to build a piece of our own home here."

home!

This word exploded in the crowd instantly.

They thought a lot, but they never imagined that they would have their own hometown on the battlefield in the Middle East.

Leng Ao looked at these martial arts soldiers in front of him, and he felt very uncomfortable.

He watched these scenes on the battlefield, killing other people's lives like wild wolves, but wouldn't they also become the targets of others one day?

I want these martial arts mercenaries to stay, so there is only one way.

It is home, their own hometown.

According to this scale, at least 3000 people are needed to start this plan.

Among them, the number of fighters to defend such a device must reach 2000.

Calculated, there are as many as 5000 people.

Now in their camp, just after the battle, some members of the professional martial arts mercenary corps defected to their camp, and there were only about 500 people.

But these martial arts mercenaries themselves know that this responsibility falls on their own shoulders.

They are willing to give everything for their family.

After Leng Ao finished his plan, he waited for two or three minutes for the soldiers to digest.

Then he spoke.

"I don't know what everyone thinks?"

During the three to four minutes of silence, a soldier slowly raised his hand and said.

"I am willing."

"I am willing to stay."

The person who stretches out his hand, Leng Ao knows him.

He is the captain of a squad in his martial arts mercenary army.

The prestige in their team is extremely high, once his representative agrees, then hundreds of people in his team will stay.

Then,

"I agree.

"I would also like to stay."

In just a few minutes, the captains of more than a dozen teams raised their hands.

Unanimously approved!

Leng Ao felt a little relieved, looking at the martial arts soldiers in front of him.

They are all planning for the future of their children.

This time they must win, and they must not lose.

Maybe they can't change the environment of the entire Middle East, but they must use their best efforts to create a warm environment, isolated from the world.

It is Xanadu.

"it is good!"

Leng Ao looked at these people and was very satisfied in his heart.

These dozen teams didn't care much about Leng Ao before.

Even if there was a battle, for Leng Ao, it was just a member who joined because of their power.

Now Leng Ao has perceived these martial arts mercenaries, and he is very convinced of himself.

More than a dozen people have chosen to transform their living environment.

There is no doubt about it.

They picked the right one.

The presence of family members.

People who directly let the entire martial arts mercenary.

Rapid heartbeat.

Right at that moment.

Leng Ao felt the burden on him was heavy.

"You did a good job."

When Leng Ao was talking to his martial arts soldiers.

Leng Xinyuan watched silently from behind, he didn't make a sound.

Because he knew what Chen Zhou said to him.

Definitely not a single literal meaning.

"Perhaps the Patriarch really wants to change."

Leng Xinyuan patted his son on the shoulder, and then said earnestly.

"I'm really glad you did that."

"At first, I felt that you were a dandy, an immature child who was ignorant and just pointed at the eyes."

Leng Xinyuan paused, "But now it seems that you already have the qualities of being independent, calm and stable in all aspects."

He touched his arm and said.

"From now on, you will be the patriarch of the Leng family."

Leng Ao was caught off guard.

"I am the patriarch of the family, what about you?"

Leng Xinyuan said with a smile.

"I'll give you a hand."

Only then did Leng Ao realize that the responsibilities on his body had slowly accumulated.

"But I have only one request."

Said coldly and seriously.

"You have to remember who gave you everything today."

Chen Zhou!

Leng Ao will never forget the status of this character in his heart even if he is killed.

It is precisely because of his existence that he has made a breakthrough in what he is good at.

After today's meeting is over.

Chen Zhou was relaxed in the room, sipping his own tea.

He has realized that a real martial arts mercenary is rapidly rising in the Middle East.

The busy mercenary group has already started the migration plan.

In just a few days, more than a dozen trucks came and went, shuttling back and forth between the two regions several times.

The dust all over the sky means that this time the migration was very smooth.

When they arrived at a new camp, they immediately planned the area, and then pulled up their tents.

To warn the outside world, someone has already visited this land!