Gong Er understood that Xiao Ming was not taking advantage of her and comforted him: "You can think about it from another angle.
At least Tang Long will keep your wife alive and you will have a chance to meet again."
Xiao Ming cried more and more: "You don't know, just like a strong nature, I would rather break a rose than bend it, but I would be soft on the outside and strong on the inside.
I would rather die than surrender.
If Tang Long used any despicable means to insult them, they would definitely not survive."
Gong Er continued to explain: "Tang Long is very cunning and can do anything.
But Tang Zihong probably won't sit idly by.
You think, she let us go, probably hiding it from Tang Long.
Why did she ask Monroe to report to you?
Because she knows you are still alive, she cannot help but leave a way out for herself. " Xiao Ming was right in thinking that if he lived on his own, it would be a deterrent to Tang Zihong.
Although the couple were separated from each other, their destinies were still closely related.
Only then did he stop crying.
Not for himself, but for his wife and daughter, he wanted to fight to the end and live bravely.
Xiao Ming stopped, and Gong Er began to cry again: "Your wife is fine, but my brother is hard to say."
Originally, Xiao Ming would never care about Gong Da's life or death, but at this time, he felt sympathy for each other and comforted him: "Second girl, your eldest brother is from the same family as Tang Long.
Maybe he will be reused."
She twitched and said, "Actually, my brother was not that bad originally.
It was just because he joined the Black Dragon Society and was cultivated by leader Yamamoto that he gradually changed."
Xiao Ming sighed: "Yes, the devil exists, and God also exists.
Our destiny depends on the party we follow."
She was moved by his words full of wisdom in life: "Xiao Ming, I hope we follow you, not the devil."
This was the first time she acknowledged his leadership position.
He was moved in his heart and deliberately teased her: "In your heart, haven't I always been a devil?
Some little pervert, murderer, or cannibal."
She was aroused by him with "old and new hatreds", and suddenly she bit the tip of his nose again and wouldn't let go.
He was in so much pain that he dared not move to avoid being bitten by her, and repeatedly begged for mercy: "Auntie, be gentle, if you bite off your nose, I won't be able to see anyone."
Gong Er was naturally unable to speak and responded by grinding the tip of his nose with his teeth, like a fish biting the bait.
However, it is difficult to say who is the fish and who is the bait.
If such a scene were seen by outsiders, they would definitely think it was flirting between lovers.
Xiao Ming begged for another long time before she relented and snorted: "You bitten me so many times, you bitten, and I will always get it back."
"Ah, then you can bite it somewhere else."
Xiao Ming was half-serious, knowing that he had successfully diverted her attention.
"I can bite wherever I like."
As soon as Gong Er said this, he was very embarrassed, as if she wanted to bite him all over his body.
Xiao Ming's heart flashed, and he said with a smile: "Then you are a female cannibal."
At this time, the quilt was filled with the heat and breath of the two of them, mixed with Gong Er's light body fragrance, which was very ambiguous.
Gong Er was also distracted, but he stopped at the edge and said in a cold tone: "You brat, let's finish talking about the business, go away and go to sleep."
Xiao Mingzheng didn't know how to end it, so he got out of bed and slept on the opposite berth.
After struggling for so long, both of them were tired, so they fell asleep and soon fell asleep.
The next morning, the slave team welcomed an important guest, the Roman consul.
As soon as the blond man entered the car, the bar was filled with an awe that made people dare not look up.
Xiao Ming and others have been waiting for a long time.
This is a private visit, and not even Sally and Johnson are allowed to attend.
Because Sally had taught everyone the etiquette in advance, everyone stood far away, held their chests and saluted in a submissive manner.
Slaves were not qualified to give the Nazi salute.
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Xiao Ming has always despised authority in his heart, but under the roof, he had to bow his head.
The consul's face was kind, but he could not hide his arrogance of looking down on anyone.
He ordered everyone to sit down in English.
Everyone sat down cautiously next to the sofa, with Xiao Ming at the head, leaning forward with only half of his buttocks sitting, to show respect.
The consul sat on the swivel chair in front of the bar, condescendingly, and first asked about Gong Er's physical condition.
Gong Er answered appropriately in fluent English.
The consul said something to Xiao Ming again, roughly speaking that Team Slave will represent Rome in Berlin and he hopes they will perform well.
If they can win the title of Team X, it will not only be the glory of Rome, but also the glory of the yellow race.
Xiao Ming humbly stated that he would work hard to strive for this honor, and also hoped that the consul would issue a call to get the Roman public to sponsor it.
The Archon laughed and said he would do his best.
Next, everyone chatted about some insignificant things.
Xiao Ming and his brothers had limited English, so most of them were answered by Gong Er.
Finally, the consul explained his purpose, saying that he was very optimistic about Xiao Ming and the others, and hoped that after they won, they would not be greedy for enjoyment, but join the army, serve the empire, and become real citizens.
Xiao Ming has experienced a lot of political struggles.
He saw the consul's intention to win over, and immediately patted his chest and promised that he would live up to his expectations.
Rome is the second hometown of his brothers, and it is his duty to defend his hometown.
The consul was very satisfied with Xiao Ming's answer, and the private interview ended in a relaxed atmosphere.
When the big man left, Sally and Johnson returned to the carriage and asked about the content of the conversation.
The brothers talked all over the place.
After hearing the consul's final intention, Sally and Johnson looked at each other nervously, then looked at Xiao Ming: "You really want to join the army."
Xiao Ming has already made up his mind.
Once the brothers win the war and regain their freedom, they will leave Europe and return to Bangkok.
However, this idea naturally cannot be seen by outsiders.
Although Sally and Johnson treat them well, they are still outsiders.
He shrugged: "What we brothers are best at is killing people.
Apart from joining the army, we don't have any good places to go."
Johnson was about to say something, but was stopped by Sally, and smiled at Xiao Ming: "I believe you will make the right choice.
You may not know that you two have now become a banner."
"What flag?"
Xiao Ming blinked.
Of course he knew the meaning of the flag, but he didn't know Sally's intention.
Sally, however, gave it a try: "You will be able to tell during the next tour."
In the afternoon, there is the departure ceremony of the tour.
It, together with the departure ceremony of the starting city-state and the entry ceremony of the newly arrived Rome, form a complete festival process.
As usual, there was a parade of floats throughout the city, with crowds of people crowding out to see off the Roman team that had emerged from the trials.
The float stopped in the square of the Rome train station, and there was a sea of people.
The clothing for the departure ceremony was much simpler.
The brothers and Gong Er all wore casual clothes, like travelers about to go on a trip, natural and comfortable.
The women enthusiastically shouted the names of the brothers, radish and green vegetables, everyone had their own favorites, and even the fat man was very popular.
The men whistled frivolously at Gong Er, and she had become a goddess in their hearts.
A pair of seven or eight-year-old boy and girl stepped onto the ceremonial stage and gave a speech for the Roman team.
Their clear children's voice echoed throughout the square, which seemed to be an English poem: "The warriors polished their heavy armor and started on the road again."
When Xiao Ming heard this, he felt the tragic and solemn artistic conception of "The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and a strong man will never return".
Yes, regardless of whether they can win the war of x, they will never come back.
The salutes went off continuously, the fireworks bloomed, and it was time to get back on the road.
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The Roman team also switched to a new air-cushion maglev train.
It still has three cars, with two locomotives sandwiching the middle car, but it is larger and longer than the original train.
The bar in the carriage is similar to the original, but the number of private rooms has been expanded.
Each person has a private room, which is like a single room with a separate bathroom.
Moreover, there is an extra floor above, which contains a gym, game room and small cinema for passengers to kill time on the long journey.
This tour lasted almost half a month, spanning most of Western Europe and visiting all the city-states in the empire.
Their tour route first went west along the coast to Madrid, then turned northeast to Paris, then continued east and finally entered Berlin.
The scenery at the seaside was similar, and the places where the railway tracks passed were also far away from people.
The brothers no longer had the novelty of riding a train for the first time, so they gathered in the small cinema on the upper floor to watch the videos of the trials of the other three city-states, so as to know themselves and their enemies.
The competition venues are all the same circular terrain and magma landform.
The first thing to be broadcast was the Paris trials, with a total of five teams participating.
It was a melee, but only two people were left in the final promoted team.
According to the rules, they had to add three more people to complete a team.
This kind of improvised opponent naturally has no tacit understanding, and the combat effectiveness can be imagined.
Xiao Ming feels at ease, and the Paris team can be ignored.
Then look at the Madrid trials, there are only three teams, and the winning team only loses one person, the same as Xiao Ming and the others, and there is one more person, which should not be underestimated.
Finally, there was the Berlin Trials, which also had four teams.
Xiao Ming noticed that although the winning team only had five people, four men and one woman, it had no losses and its fighting power was amazing.
The most amazing thing is that their fighting methods are more powerful than Xiao Ming's.
As soon as the game started, the four men and one woman dispersed, and one man and one woman went straight to the center of the circle and grabbed the throat of the arena.
The remaining three men each ran towards their three opponents, challenging the entire team on their own.
Even Xiao Ming believed that in such terrain, it would be difficult for one person to fight a group of people.
But this team did it.
The three men killed a group of people by themselves, and the man and woman occupying the center of the circle didn't even intervene.
Through the slow-motion playback, Xiao Ming concluded that the three men all had potential that was no less than his.
In other words, Team Berlin has at least three masters like Xiao Ming.
Xiao Ming couldn't help but sweat broke out on his forehead: