Chapter 1297

The Boss Situ father and son didn't say it, but He Lingchuan understood: they hoped to become the second Yao Nation.

Among the forces on the Flash Gold Plain, which one doesn't want to become an existence like the Yao Nation? Powerful, wealthy, long-lived, and shaking the Flash Gold.

But after seeing what Beijia did to Xiro, He Lingchuan knew how naive the Boss Situ father and son's ideas were.

The Boss Situ family cannot become the Yao Nation, just as the Xiro Nation cannot become Baling.

After returning to reality, he must think about it carefully.

Obviously, Sun Fuling had no good impression of the Xiro Nation, and a look of disdain flashed by: "If it weren't for Panlongcheng, Beijia wouldn't even bother to pay attention to the Xiro Nation. Just for this point, Xiro will not have a good end."

Yes, even if the Xiro Nation takes action against the Maohe Plain, it won't get any benefit under He Lingchuan; he is very confident about this.

"But the battles behind Panlongcheng will become more and more difficult to fight, far exceeding the past." He Lingchuan turned his head to look at her, "If Beijia also enters the field, the outcome..."

Sun Fuling suddenly reached out and pressed against his lips: "Since the war has begun, don't consider what happens after losing!"

She said word by word: "We only consider how to win!"

"Right, right." He Lingchuan grabbed her hand, "Master teaches well."

"The great war is coming, but I am calm in my heart." Sun Fuling pointed her chin at the lights below, "They are also calm in their hearts. Because everyone believes in you."

"Believe in Commander Zhong, believe in General Hong, believe in you, and believe in the soldiers of Panlongcheng, forever victorious!"

Panlongcheng grows in blood and fire, and neither the military nor the civilians fear war.

He Lingchuan gripped the beauty's soft hand and murmured: "Yes, calm."

Even if the mountain rain is about to come here, even if the war environment here is more sinister than in reality, even if he no longer has a gold medal to avoid death in the Panlong world... but he is in Panlongcheng, and he has always felt at ease and calm, without worry or fear.

Why? He has thought about it repeatedly, and the reason is definitely not just Master Sun.

In Panlongcheng, he has superiors like Zhong Shengguang and General Hong who are shrewd and decisive, comrades who are brave and fearless and to whom he can entrust his life, and people who support them selflessly.

He is not fighting alone.

But in reality, he has to stand at the highest point of the wind and frost, shielding the people below from the wind and rain, just like Zhong Shengguang.

Can he do as well as Zhong Shengguang? One day, can the soldiers and civilians under He Lingchuan be as calm, resilient, and fearless as the people of Panlongcheng? What exactly should he do to win the widest support of the people? "Daydreaming again!" Sun Fuling tapped him on the head with a knuckle; losing focus during a date is not a good habit.

He Lingchuan hugged her and apologized quickly.

After saying a few nice words, Sun Fuling's expression turned from cloudy to sunny, and she looked at him and smiled: "You and Commander Zhong are both amazing heroes, but in my eyes, you are even more extraordinary."

"Oh? I love hearing that!" He Lingchuan grabbed her hand, "Tell me quickly."

"Commander Zhong always has his brows tightly furrowed, with a serious face. Every time I see him, I always feel—" Sun Fuling also frowned, with a serious face.

He Lingchuan continued for her: "A heavy sense of mission?"

She laughed with a puff: "Right, that's exactly the feeling!"

"And me?"

"You clearly have a lot on your mind and a lot of burdens, yet you are grinning all day long, as if no difficulty is a big deal." Sun Fuling twisted his hand, but her tone was very gentle, "Being by your side is relaxed and happy, and I feel there is hope every day."

What a rare quality this is.

She and He Lingchuan looked at each other: "Not just me, everyone feels this way."

He Lingchuan summarized in one sentence: "I am more likable than Commander Zhong?"

"At least more likable to me." Sun Fuling smiled until her dimples appeared, "If I were a soldier in the army, I would be more willing to follow you."

"Follow me?" He Lingchuan was moved and held her soft hand in his palm, "Master! Throw away the pen and join the army!"

Sun Fuling gave him a roll of her eyes.

—Flash Gold Plain Story 3 "The Crossroads of Belief" ends here.

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Flash Gold Plain, Ju City.

Spring is a damp season; it rained for several days in a row, and the streets were wet and slippery. Dou Wenguan walked all the way to the Yangshan Chamber of Commerce, his shoe soles squeaking as he stepped into the mud.

Several sections of the road were flooded, and he had to take a detour.

At times like this, he especially missed the cleanliness and tidiness of Suoding Island. The main roads on the island were paved with bluestone bricks, and the drainage was well done; no matter how heavy the rain was, there would be no waterlogging.

The advantages of one's own home are all compared.

In the courtyard, even the flower petals were dripping water.

Dou Wenguan climbed to the second floor to see his leader. He Lingchuan had long since moved a chair and sat under the long corridor, enjoying the dripping water from the eaves like a pearl curtain, which had a unique interest.

"Island Master, you were looking for me?"

Now, like everyone else, he called He Lingchuan Island Master.

"Yes." He Lingchuan handed him a plate with a few candied fruits on it, "Have one."

Dou Wenguan took one casually and ate it, nodding: "Thank you."

"How does it compare to the taste of your hometown?"

Dou Wenguan chewed a few times and spat out the pit: "To tell the truth, the dates in our Shaha River Basin are more fragrant and sweet. Where did this plate of yours come from?"

"Flash Gold Plain, produced in the Boss Situ family's territory." He Lingchuan asked him, "In the Shaha River Basin, have you always grown up eating dates?"

"Yes." Dou Wenguan thought he wanted to introduce the crop, "My younger brother said that the soil of the Yangshan Archipelago is not very suitable for planting dates, and I am afraid that both yield and quality will be limited."

Dou Wuxing had seriously considered this feasibility and then rejected it.

He Lingchuan gave a hum.

Xin Yi, the contact person stationed in Panlongcheng by the Ling Mountain Sect, said he was from the Shaha River Basin, yet he had never tasted dates?

The Dou brothers came from the Shaha River Basin. When they defected to He Lingchuan more than a year ago, one of the gifts they brought him was a large bag of dates from the Shaha River Basin, saying it was a local specialty.

So the one surnamed Xin lied? He and He Lingchuan were strangers; what was the point of telling such a lie?

Or, did Xin Yi leave the Shaha River Basin and enter Ling Mountain when he was young, which is why he had no impression of the small specialty of his hometown? This seems to make sense.

Dou Wenguan picked up another date. Having left the Shaha River Basin for more than a year, he hadn't eaten the snacks of his hometown for a long time, and for a moment he missed them.

"My younger brother said that the Shaha River Basin didn't originally produce dates." He said vaguely while chewing, "They were also introduced from outside."

"Introduced?" He Lingchuan's gaze condensed, "How long ago was that?"

"About three hundred years ago."

He Lingchuan immediately asked: "Is there an exact record?"

(End of chapter)