Surprise Hotel

"I think at this time, we should go to City State Plaza first." Xia Nuo reminded in a deep voice.

Lu Xing knew where they needed to go. He deliberately brought the topic to Wu Qu and it was not that he considered the overall situation, but he felt that it was not easy for him to see another friend who passed away suddenly. thing.

In the end, he nodded heavily and sighed all the way to there.

There were many figures standing around the city square, which was comparable to the scene of the Seven-Day Festival after the Cold Night Slaughter.

The difference is that more names are engraved on the towering hero monument.

In the center of City State Plaza, there is a crystal coffin horizontally.Inside the coffin, a middle-aged man with golden curly hair, a beard and a slightly fat figure is sleeping peacefully.

There was a cigar between his fingers, which was his favorite thing in his lifetime.A few days before Lu Xing went to the alliance base, he also talked to him about how to make new cigars from the tobacco leaves in the agricultural base.

When he came back, his two fingers holding the cigar were already stiff and unable to move.

The crowd diverged automatically, and Lu Xing Xianuo walked forward slowly.

They didn't have time to put on the black condolences, and came to express their condolences with all of them.

There is nothing but silence.

Lu Xing patted old Jason on the shoulder and signaled his grief.

The two middle-aged people always compete with each other and regard each other very importantly.

When the old Jason completed his son's grand ambition, Midler walked desperately, and the two elderly "warriors" worked hand in hand to overcome obstacles.

Midler was framed by Lei Xiao's design, and it was the old Jason who stood up for him in the first place to declare his position.

They are good brothers who ran away from the dungeon together, and they are also confidantes who can do nothing.

Now that the Sri Lankan is dead, only the rest of his life is sad.

Old Jason turned his head blankly and looked at Lu Xing, who appeared behind him, and jumped into his arms like a child.

Lu Xing has never seen such an Uncle Jason.

In his eyes, no matter what the situation, this middle-aged uncle has a kind of calmness to read the vicissitudes of life.For Lu Xing, he has always been a wise elder, a good teacher and helpful friend.

Even when Lu Xing's heart was on the verge of collapse, this middle-aged uncle with gray hair would stand firmly behind him to support him.

But this time, the man over half a hundred years old finally couldn't hold on anymore.

He only shed tears a few times when his son left, and his sorrow remained in his heart.In the end, he set out for the son, and the battle was knotted.

But this time, he couldn't help it.

He was crying desperately, as if everything was lost.

Lu Xing also understood at this moment that humans are not always strong, and the thing that really supported him collapsed, and he also fell.

After Mr. Midler's death, all of Uncle Jason's strength, wisdom, and calmness disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

He vented his sorrow recklessly like a child.

Lu Xing didn't say anything, just hugged him tightly.

This is probably the only thing he can do at the moment.

He knew that he didn't have to say anything, it was all in vain.

If it was someone else, he might say "You have to be strong, we still have a long way to go", but he would not say that to old Jason.

Because he is old enough and has experienced enough.He doesn't need to be strong anymore, the next road should be followed by the person who should go.

Lu Xing is the one who has taken the baton.

After a long time, Old Jason lifted the face buried in Lu Xing's arms, his eyes were red and swollen, and there were no more tears to shed.

His lips trembled, and in the end he didn't say anything. He just took a bunch of white chrysanthemum from the side and handed it to Lu Xing's hand.

Lu Xing took it, took a few steps forward, and placed the bunch of white chrysanthemums on the lid of the crystal coffin in memory.

"Yuan Ling didn't come back?" Er Dongchuan asked curiously, standing aside.

It stands to reason that Yuan Ling must be present on such an important occasion.

To Midler, she is like a daughter.

Yuan Ling has always regarded Midler as a loving father, the closest and most important person.

If it weren't for him, Yuan Ling would never break away from the tragic situation of the dungeon.

So the absence of Yuan Ling makes people feel puzzled.

"Or, what did you hide from her?" Er Dongchuan asked again.

"She won't be back for the time being." Lu Xing said, "She made a mistake. She felt that she was not worthy of being forgiven, so she left. Those things that were once carefully protected by Mr. Midler are now A wicked person dug it out. I hope that Yuan Ling will never know about Mr. Midler’s death, otherwise it would be difficult for me to predict what she will do..."

Er Dongchuan seemed to understand but he did not understand, but he had already reached this point, and he couldn't ask further.

Lu Xing paid tribute to Midler's last remains, then stepped back a few steps away to give his last memorial service.

After the ceremony, he looked up at the sky.

Gray.

In the process of waiting for the dawn to appear, he experienced too much life and death.

Hargris, DuPont, Zhao Jiuzhou, Midler...

He was not sure how far other people around him could accompany him on this road, but after all, he still had to go down firmly.

Only sacrifice can be exchanged for permanent peace.

After the memorial ceremony, Lu Xing led the senior officials to the army headquarters.

Yuanze and Wu Weidong have completed the inventory of the army and armaments, and are now staring at the radar map of the headquarters.

On the huge screen, densely packed red dots are displayed, gathered in an array from west to east.

Genze was stunned by this picture.

"What's the situation?" Lu Xing asked directly after entering the door.

"Duke, unknown forces have appeared on a large scale within our detectable range! It seems that the forces of the Wuqu camp have come back!" Yuanze said anxiously, "With our strength, we can't deal with it at all now!"

Which Lu Xing did not take this sentence to heart, but turned to Wu Weidong, "Dongzi, open a new communication channel."

Wu Weidong completed the operation swiftly, and Lu Xing stood in front of the communicator, solemnly, "I am Lu Xing, please report the situation from all parts."

"Ziwei camp, all troops are assembled!"

"The giant camp, all troops are assembled!"

"Bei Mian camp, all troops are assembled!"

"Sky Arrow camp, all troops are assembled!"

"Goshawk camp, all troops are assembled!"

"Kirin camp, all troops are assembled!"

...

"I am the commander-in-chief of the theater, the giant gate. All the remaining armed forces have assembled from east to west to form a defensive wall. Please give instructions from the leader!"

The continuous voices in the communication channel shocked everyone present.

That is not the army of Wuqu, but the assembled forces of all other camps!

Genze was completely stunned, he didn't understand why all the camps suddenly united and gathered the legion together.

What shocked him even more was the voice of the giant door!

That is the giant gate known as the God of War of the East Land!

But what he kept yelling was...please, leader instructions!

He turned to Lu Xing, who was holding the communicator in astonishment, only to see that he did not change his face, and calmly gave instructions, "Stay in place, waiting for the Wuqu camp to move south! The northern forces have been unified, we have no way out, and we have no detour , Waiting for us, only a last fight!"

"understand!"