"?!" Deng Jiaer looked at Su Cheng in shock, "The 60,000 Luo Lin Army... should I handle it?"

"That's right." Su Cheng nodded seriously, "I will hand over the command to you, and let you find a way and command the troops to defeat the 60,000 Luo Lin Army who are currently confronting us from the north to the south."

As soon as Su Cheng finished speaking, Alan, who was sitting next to Deng Jiaer, could no longer remain calm at this time.

Alan stood up with a "hoo", and then said urgently:

"Brother! What are you talking about! This task is too random and too difficult! How can Deng Jiaer do it!"

"How will you know if you don't give it a try." Su Cheng replied calmly, "I also know that this task is messy and difficult, so you can choose to accept or reject this task, Deng Jiaer."

"If you choose to accept this mission, I will hand over the command of the 40,000 troops under my command to you, and I will ensure that Willy and his gang of knights and officers will obey your command obediently."

"It's okay if you choose to refuse this task. After all, this task is indeed very difficult. I can understand if you refuse this task."

"Let me add by the way, this is not only a task, but also an opportunity, an opportunity to help you realize your dream of becoming a famous general."

As soon as Su Cheng finished speaking, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in Deng Jiaer's eyes, which were full of confusion, entanglement, and shock.

"The task I give you is not only an opportunity to test whether you have superb military talent, but also an opportunity to help you realize your dream." Su Cheng then said calmly,

"The opportunity is now in front of you. Whether you seize this opportunity or let it go, it's all up to you. I'll give you some time to think about it. I'll give you a day. Before I go to bed tomorrow night

Give me an answer."

"Just use this day to consider whether to accept this mission that is full of dangers, difficulties and opportunities."

After saying that, Su Cheng yawned greatly, and then continued:

"Okay, it's early in the morning now. Let's go back to sleep quickly. Alan Dengjiaer, let's go back to the camp. As for whether to accept this mission, Dengjiaer, just wait until you wake up and then go slowly.

Think about it.”

After saying that, Su Cheng turned around and left.

After seeing Su Cheng turn around and leave, Alan quickly followed.

However, after Alan took a few steps, he found that Deng Jiaer was still standing where he was.

Alan turned his head, looked at Deng Jiaer who was still standing there, and said doubtfully:

"Deng Jiaer? What's wrong? Come on, let's go back to the camp first. As for whether to accept this mission, we can wait until we wake up to think about it."

"...I'm sorry, Alan." Deng Jiaer said to Alan in a slightly apologetic tone, "You go back with your husband first. I want to stay here alone for a while."

"?But……"

Alan wanted to say something more, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by Deng Jiaer:

"Alan, don't worry about me. I won't be in any danger here anyway. You can go back with your husband first. Let me stay here alone for a while. I will return to the camp soon."

Looking at Deng Jiaer, who was still standing there with a look of confusion and trouble on his face, Alan was silent for a while before speaking out:

"...Okay then, I will go back with my brother first, and you should come back soon."

After saying that, Alan left quickly without even thinking about it, and walked quickly in the direction Su Cheng left.

After watching Alan leave, Deng Jiaer sighed softly, then leaned back and leaned on the strong tree trunk behind him.

Then he slid down and sat under the big tree again, bending his knees and wrapping his arms around his knees.

"Let me defeat...the 60,000 Luo Lin army..."

After Deng Jiaer muttered to himself like this, the confusion and bewilderment on his face became a little more intense.

…

Su Cheng didn't go far, so Alan caught up with Su Cheng quickly.

"elder brother!"

After returning to Su Cheng, Alan immediately asked loudly:

"Are you serious about the mission you just gave Deng Jiaer?!"

"Yes, very seriously." Su Cheng said seriously.

"Forgetting anything else, what if Deng Jiaer agrees? Do you really want to hand over the command of the 40,000-strong army to Deng Jiaer?!"

As Alan spoke, he raised his finger and pointed in the direction.

"Isn't this too childish? Can Deng Jiaer defeat the 60,000 Luo Lin army who are confronting us from the north to the south?!"

"Although I said just now, I'm still not 100% sure that Deng Jiaer has strong military talent." Su Cheng smiled, "But I am actually 70 or 80% sure, so if we really bring 40,000 troops

I would be very relieved if the command was handed over to Deng Jiaer. I believe that if Deng Jiaer takes it seriously, he is very hopeful that he can complete this task."

"Give Deng Jiaer more confidence."

Su Cheng said while gently touching Alan's little head.

"When I went to the battlefield for the first time last year and was responsible for commanding the counter-insurgency operation, didn't I do it without any command experience? At that time, weren't there many people who didn't believe that I could succeed at all? In the end, didn't I still succeed?

Already?"

"Well...Deng Jiaer's situation is different from yours..."

"Why is it different?" Su Cheng said angrily, "Can't Deng Jiaer be like me, with talents and talents far beyond ordinary people? Alan, are you discriminating against Deng Jiaer?"

"There is no discrimination!"

Alan said angrily, while gently hitting Su Cheng's chest.

"I'm just worried about Deng Jiaer... After all, commanding troops to fight is no joke... If you don't do it right, you will die..."

"Don't think too much, Alan."

Su Cheng rubbed Alan's head harder.

"Give Deng Jiaer more confidence."

"Alas..." Alan sighed, "I don't know if Deng Jiaer will take over your random mission..."

As soon as Alan finished speaking, a strange smile appeared on Su Cheng's face, and then he said:

"Who knows, Deng Jiaer must be very confused now."

…

...Take over the command of the 40,000-strong Eastern Route Army, and then defeat the 60,000-strong Luolin Army that is confronting us from the north to the south...Can I complete this mission?

Deng Jiaer questioned himself like this in his heart, and hugged his knees tighter again.

Do I really have military talent that far exceeds that of ordinary people, as my husband said...

Can I defeat that 60,000-strong army... The commanders of those 60,000-strong army are not ordinary people... but they are all the best among the younger generation of the Luolin Empire's military... especially that one

Gilderes is known as the number one among the younger generation of the Rollin Empire. He is a rare military genius...

Can I defeat them...

What if it fails? This will affect the 40,000 soldiers and gentlemen!

If it's me who suffers, forget it, but if I fail, the 40,000 soldiers and gentlemen will be implicated...

Many of those 40,000 soldiers may die, and my husband may be implicated in this. After finally being promoted to the Knight of the Double Oaks, he may be demoted and become a new knight...

I feel like I am very similar to my husband who just received the counter-insurgency mission last year...

You are also assigned a very random and difficult task, and you are also allowed to refuse...

I kind of understand how the gentleman who had just received the counter-insurgency mission from His Majesty felt in his heart.

So confused...so entangled...so...scared...

What should I do……

…

Deng Jiaer released her tightly clasped knees, put her right hand into her trouser pocket and groped for a while, and finally took out a piece of parchment as big as her palm.

This parchment is a portrait.

There are four people painted inside.

A handsome middle-aged man, a beautiful middle-aged woman, and two cute little girls.

The four people in the painting are sitting together, and everyone is smiling very happily.

The artist who painted this portrait is very skilled, and the four people in it are all painted lifelike.

One of the two cute little girls in the painting is Deng Jiaer.

Deng Jiaer, who was looking at this portrait intently, murmured:

"Dad...Mom...Vivian...What should I do now..."

Deng Jiaer raised his left hand and touched the face of the middle-aged man in the portrait, and then touched the face of the middle-aged woman.

Finally, the fingers of her left hand rested on the girl sitting next to her in the painting, with the brightest smile, short hair, and three side braids on the left and right sides of her hair.

"Vivian..."

I caressed the face of my sister in the portrait, and for some reason, when I left the village of North Munster, the words I said goodbye to my sister seemed to ring in my ears again:
To be continued...