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[Okay, enter the battlefield!After finishing these preparations, Suo Zhongwu raised his head and drank the ale in the silver kettle. The heating immediately spread throughout his body, not only adding strength to the tired muscles, but also filling the empty heart with courage."Good things are coming!" Half a minute later, the deputy of the back building squadron took the initiative to push open the door curtain and yelled happily and joyfully in the face of the confused faces that had just woke up:

"Brothers, help spread the news! Don't worry about getting on the boat, spread it, spread it now, the more people know the better!!"

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In this way, when the sun jumped out of the eastern horizon and the golden-red sunlight was shining all over the world, the lie of Suo Zhongwu spread throughout the Lower Innsmouth Port and the two battleships:

Fubo's main body is sympathetic to the people and does not want the people of the eight countries to suffer any more, so he resolutely made a decision and returned to the heaven to form the army of salvation.He will return with reinforcements in three months, no more than a hundred days at the latest.

During this period, Suo Zhongwu, the nephew of the prime minister, continued to stay in the world, not only as a communication channel, but also as a powerful help to fight against the black plague.Everything will be fine. The fierce enemy is about to be wiped out. No need to worry, no need to worry. Hurry up with the "Heaven Soldier Festival", and shout long live to the top of the white clouds!

When Suo Zhongwu stepped onto the gangway, the port lighthouse and the observation and communications department of the two warships were sending this story to the frigate in a hurry.Those light ships will continue to relay, first spread the news to the West Expedition Fleet and the three transport fleets, and then spread to the entire Henghai Eight Countries.Within ten days, the entire planet will be shocked by his story.

Of course, being surprised is one thing, and sincerely believing it is another thing. Suo Zhongwu has a bottom line about this.When he first started spreading lies, refugees, ordinary sailors, and ordinary soldiers basically had no doubts about this. Many people sang and danced on the ship to celebrate, and the corks of wine bottles came and went one after another.However, the participants in the military conference, that is, Captain Sima, Admiral Ping, Chief Officer Hariata, and the Weiguo Guards all know the soldiers and horses and other senior officers, but they are not so easy to fool.

However, they are all sensible. Not only will they not speak or question in public, they will also act with Suo Zhongwu, smiling happier than the five-year-old girl.The tacit understanding of the high-ranking officers made the retreat smoother. The soldiers and civilians of the prestigious country were re-infected by this performance. They became both cheerful and docile. Let alone confront the sailors, there were fewer internal fights.

Suo Zhongwu saw with his own eyes that a big red-haired tattooed man with a head as thick as his neck and Moxi's head like a cockscomb actually took the initiative to fetch water and rice for the neighboring old woman, instead of bullying the weak as usual.This is considered an achievement, and Jiu Chenggong's labor must be attributed to him, but the comfort that Suo Zhongwu got from it was suppressed by the anxiety that followed in the blink of an eye.

The reason is very simple. Lying can only be a temporary relief. As time goes by, if you want to fill the hole, you can only make up new lies ten times a hundred times, and make the pie bigger and bigger.High-ranking officers must have seen this too, so they will visit Suo Zhongwu frequently after sailing and ask questions about a certain detail.

Sometimes they visit alone, sometimes in groups of three or two. No matter who comes, they are superficially polite and aggressive when asking questions.They want to hear more news, and not just for their own peace of mind, because their subordinates are also constantly asking questions. If Suo Zhongwu can't make up a new story, everyone will be in an awkward situation.

When they met, the performances of these high-ranking officers had their own characteristics: Admiral Ping was an avid fan of Lao Kui, and what he cared most was when the Lord of Fubo would return. The more specific the date, the better; Captain Sima took over as Admiral of the Western Expedition Fleet. Every problem is not far from the old line, especially the specific size of the reinforcement fleet; the Weiguo guards know the soldiers and horses, and have no friendship with Suo Zhongwu before. Every time they come with the navy general, but his The problem is the most tricky. Once I even asked how to immigrate to the heaven...

In order to cope with these trials, Suo Zhongwu completely smeared two large notebooks, repeatedly expanding the lies about Heavenly Court.He was a scumbag who was not good at writing, he just became a Hollywood screenwriter, and he would be unable to do what he wanted for a long time; especially the damn "How to immigrate to the Heavenly Court", at that time, he was dumbfounded and couldn't answer for a long time. The soldier escorted the yellow-haired devil on the mainmast sober.

Fortunately, Suo Zhongwu also had a friend beside him to help, so that he would not lose his stance repeatedly.That is Hariata, the most meticulous first officer of the navy.Not only is it not difficult for Suo Zhongwu, but she also speaks out to help every time, knowing that the soldiers and horses are stopped by her about immigration.

What’s more rare is that even though Hariata has a lot of official duties to be busy, he still often finds opportunities to meet with Suo Zhongwu, sometimes drinking tea and chatting, and having lunch twice, which made him extremely nervous. Finally it didn't break completely.

On May 23, on the eve of the arrival of the Western Expedition Fleet in Linyuan State, Hariata once again came to the open-air command post, still alone in private, with only the kava juice from his hometown.Under the summer night and the stars, friends of the opposite sex of the same age sit and drink together. This scene sounds very romantic, but in fact... it's not that at all:

The night of the 23rd was almost cloudless, and the moonlight and starlight were so obvious that people got goose bumps all over.The "Kava" drink is also too strong, not because of the alcohol content (the crew strictly limits the intake of spirits during the mission), but because the raw material of this thing is pepper relatives. After the juice is fermented, it is not only bitter. Spicy also has a weird sweetness, only local people are used to it.In addition, Hariata, who is in a livery, has no connection with the word romance. She is equally worried, and the degree is comparable to that of friends.

"There was news from the'Conway' a quarter of an hour ago," the first officer held the silver cup, and gently tapped with the index finger of his left hand on the chart table:

"Her observation post found a cornerstone of the Buddha statue. It is a twenty-foot little guy who has repeatedly wandered outside the range of the naval gun. It should be reconnaissance."

"It's finally here." Suo Zhongwu put his drink on the table, straightened his waist, and tried to put on a fearless expression on his face:

"'Conway' is doing very well. The Wells Squadron is doing very well, not humiliating the Red Dragon Banner. It doesn't matter, just come with them, let alone one, even if ten are not a climate, this water area It's their burial place!"

"That's good. The admiral's speech is also the content, and it will be revised soon." Hariata pointed to his feet, where Captain Sima was busy: