There is no greater sorrow than death in the heart. Pierre has deeply understood this ancient Chinese saying today. The despair of these mercenaries cannot hide their despair for fate in the unscrupulous laughter of these mercenaries.

Think about their daily actions. When they have tasks, they are disciplined troops, and once the tasks are stopped, these people will become a group of rogues.

Drinking, gambling, fighting, looking for women... They vent their desires wildly, but no one cherishes the money they earn with their lives. Except for those who are extremely desperate about the future, who else can be so crazy?

Paul glanced at Pierre, his eyes full of disappointment. He shook his head gently, meaning that he would not bother.

But unexpectedly, Pierre was excited today and completely ignored Paul's reminder. He looked at the North African man opposite and whispered, "If I read it correctly, are you a Moorish North African?"

The hand that wiped the dog-head knife paused for a moment, and the big black man looked up at him, "Yes... so what?"

"Well, may Allah bless you...I know you have always regarded work as a business, you have put your lives on the shelves for sale. You see, hear, and have experienced too much indifference, and your team's life is even desperate!"

"But your teachings have made you so decadent? According to my opinion, the Moors are a very home-loving nation. Do you have no brothers and sisters? Do you have no tribe of your own?"

"You don't want to fight for them? Maybe you can't find any opportunities in Europe, but now your employer is not European, please remember this!"

This sentence is considered to be an idea. This Moore soldier suddenly thought of the identity of the foundation. Yes, this is not a European power. The owner behind this foundation is in China.

The mercenaries around them also sat upright, and a light suddenly appeared in their eyes.

Pierre struck the railway while it was hot. "You don't believe in those shameless European politicians and greedy European businessmen. So don't you have any hope in the ancient Eastern civilization?"

"Moors, tell you the truth. Just when the Eastern Envoys crossed the Suez Canal in Egypt, they encountered a plague in the Port of Suez..."

"They are just passing guests. As their identities, they can completely ignore the lives of these strangers. However, they never expected that the envoys sent their own medical team to risk their lives to help the people in the port to treat the plague!"

"There are also herders living where you believe in Allah like you. If you have the chance to go, you can ask yourself if I'm lying!"

"It's not good for me to lie to you. I just remember clearly that in the East, the bravest mercenaries can be taken care of by special policies. Even the head of the East has an army of pure mercenaries called foreign legions!"

"The foreign legions started out like you, fighting for money, but it was during the war that they proved their abilities and loyalty, and in the end they were able to get the same treatment as regular army... and even have international and middle-class identities!"

"Now, the opportunity is right in front of you. If you have to, I have nothing to say..." At this point, Pierre wanted to stuff his notebook back into his pocket, but unexpectedly, a black hand was as fast as lightning to grab his wrist.

"Wait..." The Moors stared into his eyes, as if they were to see the shadow of the lie, and Pierre glared back fearlessly, and the two of them had a minute of confrontation.

"Okay, sometimes life still needs to bet, not to mention that I won't lose anything..." Pierre's honest gaze finally gained the other party's trust. The tall Moore warrior came to Pierre's ear and whispered the secret in his heart.

Mercenaries are all people who put their heads on their belts. They don’t know when they will die, and they are even more afraid that the enemies accumulated by years of killing will take revenge on their families.

So they are all hiding their names and will not tell outsiders the specific details of their real hometown and family members.

However, the big pie given by Pierre today is really tempting. Not to mention the care that ends up in an abrupt end, even if you can send some money you saved safely, don’t embezzle it, that’s a big favor.

The most attractive thing is the right to receive education. These mercenaries who traveled around the world suffer losses in their entire lives because of their lack of education. If they knew a few words and could read and write a few words, how could they leave the army and not have a job based on their contribution?

No one jumped out of the cracks of the stones. Mercenaries also had their own families. Even if they had no children, they had parents, brothers and sisters. Even if their parents and relatives were gone, people would have something to worry about.

Maybe in a small fishing village along the Mediterranean coast, there was a girl waiting for him to come back, or maybe his temporary romanticism was in that remote place, and he had gained love and even had a descendant.

Pierre's pen rustled. With Moore Warriors being the first to try it out, the people behind couldn't sit still. Although they were a little embarrassed on the surface, they had not fallen out of their airs just pretending to be cool and indifferent, but it was really magical that they couldn't stand the laptop.

At this moment, they had already believed it sixty in their hearts. They knew that as long as the name they cared about was published in that small book, perhaps his life fate would undergo tremendous changes in his life.

There were one and two. These mercenaries lined up to Pierre one by one and told their inner secrets in his ears. When the secret appeared on the paper, whether they were literate or not, they felt a sense of comfort and security from the heart.

Time passed minute by minute, and Pierre was busy until half past eleven. Paul walked to him and whispered, "Why are there any troubles? Can you really promise these things? The foundation does not have this money..."

"No, dear Paul, you have never been to Asia, and you have never worked and lived within the Chinese... The foundation does not have this money, but the Chinese have it. The head of state calls these things the people's hearts!"

"But... but you are a good decision. Without the consent of Mr. Shi and the Head of State, who would reimburse you for the money? If you break your promise, the surviving mercenaries may not give up. You are causing trouble for yourself!"

Pierre smiled, "Haha, you don't understand. Sometimes, you still have to do something about buying horse bones with a daughter..."

"What are you buying for a thousand gold coins? Horse bones... did you buy fossils?" Paul obviously had never heard of this Chinese allusion, his face full of tranquility.
Chapter completed!