Sean had a deep impression of the young army who reported the letter, especially his keen insight.

Many times, he can easily understand the essence of things, including people, which is an innate talent.

When it comes to the accuracy of looking at people, even if Sean sighs, this kind of person is born to be in information, and it is perfect for matching with Marshall, who is warm in nature.

But the matter is so strange. The two of them have almost the same background and experiences, and they are usually very popular. They can make a few words with everyone with a smile, but they are completely inconsistent with each other.

As long as the two of them are put together, they will be mixed with oil and water, which is completely incompatible. They will be red in their faces and thick in their necks after eight out of ten affairs. The remaining two are directly attacked.

In desperation, Sean had to separate the two. Marshall, who was a little younger and more interested in the military formation, stayed by his side and continued to train. He was more lively and full of ghosts, and he let go of the two years.

Sean has only seen the other party three times in the past two years. Every time he asked him what he was doing, he looked mysterious and mysterious, saying that he would give him a surprise in the future.

Unexpectedly, this time Relf really gave Sean a surprise, and even took out a city defense map of Bastille, which was quite realistic, reaching seventy or eighty.

In the past three years, he has been wandering around the Bastille, and even mingled in as a slave army several times, and spent more than half a year.

It was precisely because of this map that Sean made a temporary change of strategy and decided to attack Bastille first and then turn around to deal with Old Borton.

The Bastille was not unfair to break this time. It was so targeted by others that defense has long been a sieve.

Sean once asked Relf in private how he was sure he would attack Bastille in the future? If he didn't come, wouldn't he waste his time in vain?

"The Andes Mountains are just a small canal, Sean is a giant dragon. When the dragon grows up, even if it turns slightly, it will drive wind and rain. The decayed chain in Bastille will be washed away, and he is just the pioneer of this wind and rain, making a little preparation for the future."

At the end of the day, Relf looked at Sean with his eyes shining. The fanatical light made Sean's scalp numb and flee in panic. He asked himself that he had been following the principle of being low-key and doing things for so many years, and did nothing that shocked the world and sorrowed the ghosts.

It would be fine for those half-aged men to look at themselves with such eyes. How could these young people who have gone out to see the wind and rain and experienced the tempering of life still have the same virtue as before?

No, he was even more fanatical than before. He could feel that when he said that, Relf was completely from the bottom of his heart. The other party even regarded this matter as a worthy of his lifelong struggle, sweat and blood, and even spared no effort in his life.

Whenever this happened, Sean couldn't help but yell, where did he behave differently? He couldn't change it!

It is a wonderful thing to be given affirmation and high hopes, but I am afraid of this. However, once this affirmation and high hopes exceed a certain limit and far exceed the limit of the party's ability, the originally wonderful things become a heavy burden.

Sean has always been self-aware. At most, he had a good life in his previous life. After he came out of the countryside, he started from scratch. Before his golden age, he finally saved up a wealth that was relatively acceptable to ordinary people.

In the environment where millionaires were everywhere, he was still just an ordinary middle class. A sudden terminal illness destroyed everything he had struggled for the first half of his life. The only thing worthy of his pride was that he found a partner who was very compatible with him, a happy and fulfilling family, and even when he was in the most difficult time, he still refused to leave him.

Even if his life is now cheated and he has come to another completely different world, it still cannot change the fact that he is an ordinary person. As for capturing the giant dragon, destroying the Buddha, and stomping his feet, the whole world is changing.

That was just an unrealistic fantasy in the second year of the second year of the previous life. In fact, even if he stamped his feet, he would at most stomp out a small pit on the spot. He had to choose the right place. If he chose a big bluestone, the cruel reality would tell you that all you affects is your feet - it really hurts.

Of course, being an ordinary person in the previous life does not mean that Sean is willing to continue to hang out in obscurity in this life. It is not that he has lofty ideals and goals, but that he has learned from the past to make himself better, especially to maintain good habits and a strong body. It is very necessary.

No one knows when an unexpected situation will come to him, so after understanding his situation, Sean kept trying to recharge - hone his archery skills, study magic, learn witch doctor alchemy with his mother Elena, and learn all the knowledge you can find in this world.

To put it seriously, it can be called time travel. It can also be said to be reincarnated and reincarnated, and it can also be said that it is preconceived. The deeper the influence of the previous life has on Sean, the more difficult it will be for him to fully integrate into this world.

Having the same appearance, dressing and accent are not considered integrated, but more importantly, lifestyle habits and values.

If you take a look at it, Sean did not integrate into this world, but changed the people around him.

For example, the favorite food of the young army is not called the white bread exclusive to the nobles, but steaming pork and cabbage-filled dumplings. Whether it is a small bowl of wild garlic paste or a white wild onion, it is the highest enjoyment for them.

Their favorite festival is no longer the harvest hunting festival in autumn, but the festival called Spring Festival, which everyone gathers from all directions every year at the end of winter and early spring. It is said that it is to go to the old and welcome the new, worship the ancestors and celebrate the New Year.

What is the unique meaning of it? Most young soldiers don’t care. They prefer the wonderful feeling of childhood friends gathering together to share food, talking about the gains and losses of last year, and what plans and longings will be in the next year. That short dozen days is enough for them to reminisce about the next year and then look forward to the next year.

There are countless such situations, some of which were organized consciously to commemorate the past lives that had passed away, and more were carried out unconsciously and subtly.

Little do you know how much impact it is on the children who do things that many adults cannot do as children. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as an omnipotent one.

In the eyes of children from normal families, the father is usually the one who plays this role. However, as he grows older and his knowledge increases, the halo of his father will gradually fade away, and this law does not work for Sean.

Because in this process, Sean is also growing up, absorbing more knowledge to enrich himself, and working harder than anyone else.

Most young soldiers always add a sentence in the end to comment on Sean. They have never seen someone who works harder and self-disciplined than him. What reason do they have to not work hard after following such a person?

After experiencing the cruel tempers of reality, the young soldiers became more fanatical, more confident, and very easy to understand. If the outside world was the colorful dye vat in which Sean lived in his previous life, he had seen a wider world, absorbed more knowledge, and his horizons, and his mentality of looking at Sean would naturally be peaceful.

The problem is that although they have entered a wider world, they are also more barren. They have learned very little from this new world, and they use the knowledge they have learned from Sean to transform the world.

At this moment, they suddenly felt Sean's pain. In Sean's original words, even the toilet paper used for shit had to be made by themselves. Although they have not yet figured out what toilet paper is, it must be a high-end good thing.

There is no harm without comparison.

After comparison, Young Jun realized more clearly how happy and superior his life was in the past. Under these tinted glasses, Sean's words and deeds were full of unique meanings, and it was almost inevitable to imitate him.

After a quick success, they invisibly raised Sean's image in their hearts.

Sean naturally knew nothing about these things, and the perceptions of the two sides were misaligned, and the views formed were naturally different from one hundred and eight thousand miles.

"Which side are you on? Why do you protect these traitors who help foreigners harm their own tribes? Get out of the way and let us completely clear these scourges!"

"Punish the traitors severely. These people are ghost slaves. It is this group of bastards who brought the executioners of foreign tribes into the village and kill them all!"

"Kill them all! Kill them all! Kill them all!"

"They are our tribe members. Even if they make mistakes before, most of them are forced to do helplessness. They are not sincerely doing evil. We should give them a fair trial opportunity. If they are serious, we will never cover up and will be severely punished. If they are not serious, please give them the opportunity to reform and become human beings again. Those who are willing to fall into ghost slaves will be the minority."

"Give them the opportunity to reform themselves? To put it nicely, do they give our relatives a chance to survive? My grandfather, my father, my uncle, my brothers and sisters are gone. They are not dead in the hands of those outsiders, but in the hands of these inhumane traitors. When they raise the butcher knife to their compatriots, they are no longer worthy of being the people of the mountains. Such people are not qualified to have the opportunity to reform themselves. Regardless of the severity of their sins, they will all be killed. It depends on who will dare to be a ghost slave and help the evildoer in the future."

"It sounds so nice? If you are really so brave, your grandfather, your father, your uncle, your brothers and sisters died, or when you fight bravely, where are you? Are you hiding under your mother's skirt and trembling?"

"I was just a child at that time."

"Ha, kid, look at the people opposite you, which one of them is not a child? It was these children who let you out of the shackles. Last night, these children were holding a short sword and wearing leather armor and dared to hedge against the knights who were armed to the teeth! If you were you, would you dare? What kind of face do you have to shout here? Just because there was a broken blade in your hand?"

"I still know that they will not easily attack you for the sake of the same tribe? Then you should be shouting here as expected? You are just a group of trash without eggs. If you are really as brave as you said, you don't have to wait for us to save you. If it weren't for us, it wouldn't take long to go, you would be no different from those squatting inside."
Chapter completed!