There is no greater sorrow than death. This old Chinese saying is something that Pierre has come to understand deeply today. In the unbridled laughter of these mercenaries, there is no hiding the despair of fate.
Think about their daily actions. When they have a mission, they are a well-disciplined army, but once they stop their mission, these people will become a group of rogues.
Drinking, gambling, fighting, looking for women... They madly vent their desires, but no one cherishes the money they exchanged for their lives. Except for people who are extremely desperate for the future, who else would be so crazy.
Paul glanced at Pierre, his eyes full of disappointment, and he shook his head gently, meaning to tell him not to worry about it.
But unexpectedly, Pierre was so excited today that he completely ignored Paul's reminder. He looked at the big North African man opposite and whispered, "If I'm not mistaken, are you a Moor from North Africa?"
The hand wiping the dog-head knife paused for a moment, and the big black man looked up at him and said, "Yes... so what?"
"Well, may Allah bless you... I know that you have always treated your work as a business, and you have put your lives as goods for sale on the shelves. You have seen, heard, and experienced too much indifference. Your team Life is even hopeless!”
"But has your teachings made you so decadent? As far as I know, the Moors are a people who love their families very much. Don't you have brothers and sisters? Don't you have your own tribe?"
"Don't you want to fight for them? Maybe you can't find any opportunities in Europe, but now your employer is not a European, please remember this!"
This sentence was on point. The Moorish warrior immediately thought of the identity of the foundation. Yes, this is not a European force. The owner behind the foundation is in China.
The surrounding mercenaries also sat up straight, and a light suddenly appeared in their eyes.
Pierre strikes while the railroad is hot, "You don't believe those shameless European politicians and greedy European businessmen, so don't you have a glimmer of hope in the ancient Eastern civilization?"
"Moors, to tell you the truth, just when the Eastern envoys crossed the Suez Canal in Egypt, they encountered a plague at the Port of Suez..."
"They are just passing guests. With their status, they can completely ignore the life and death of these strangers. However, they never expected that the envoy would actually send its own medical team to risk their lives to help the people in the port treat the plague! "
"There are herdsmen who believe in God like you. If you have the chance to go, you can go and ask in person to see if I am lying!"
"There's no point in lying to you. I just remember clearly that in the East, the bravest mercenaries can be taken care of by special policies. There is even an army of pure mercenaries under the head of the East, called the Foreign Legion!"
"Those foreign legions started fighting for money just like you, but it was during the war that they proved their ability and loyalty. In the end, they were able to receive the same treatment as the regular army... and even had international and middle-class names. identity!"
"Now, the opportunity is right in front of you. If you don't want it, I have nothing to say..." At this point, Pierre wanted to stuff the notebook back into his pocket, but he couldn't help but think of a black hand that was as fast as lightning. He grabbed his wrist.
"Wait a minute..." The Moor stared into his eyes, as if he wanted to see the shadow of a lie in them, but Pierre stared back without fear, and the two of them stared at each other for a full minute.
"Well, sometimes life still requires a gamble, not to mention I won't lose anything..." Pierre's frank eyes finally gained the other party's trust, and the tall Moorish warrior leaned into Pierre's eyes. The secret in his heart was whispered in his ear.
Mercenaries are people who keep their heads in their belts. They don't know when they will die, and they are even more afraid that the enemies they have accumulated through years of killing will take revenge on their family.
Therefore, they all remain anonymous and will not tell outsiders the specific details of their real hometowns and family members.
However, the pie offered by Pierre today was really too tempting. Not to mention taking care of someone who died suddenly, even if he could send some of the money he had saved safely, it would be a big favor if he didn't take any deductions and don't embezzle.
The most tempting thing is the right to education. These mercenaries who traveled all over the world suffered the disadvantage in their lives because they were uneducated. If they had known a few words and could read and write a few words, how could they have left the army based on their merits? , why don’t you have a job?
No one jumps out of the cracks in the rocks. A mercenary also has his own family. Even if he has no children, he still has parents, brothers and sisters. Even if his parents and relatives are gone, he will still have someone to care about.
Maybe in a small fishing village on the Mediterranean coast, there was a girl waiting for him to come back. Maybe he had a moment of romance in that remote place, gained love and even had a descendant.
Pierre's pen rustled. The Moorish warrior was the first to eat the crab, and the people behind him couldn't sit still. Although it was still a little embarrassing on the surface, after all, the air of coolness and indifference that he had just pretended to be cool had not fallen down, but he couldn't stand it. Notebooks are really magical.
At this moment, they already believed sixty percent in their hearts. They knew that as long as the name they cared about most appeared in the book, her life and destiny would change dramatically.
One by one, there were two. These mercenaries lined up and walked up to Pierre one by one, telling his inner secrets in his ears. When the secrets appeared on the paper, whether they were literate or not, they all I felt a sense of inner comfort and security.
Time passed minute by minute, and it was not until half past eleven that Pierre finally closed the notebook. Paul walked up to him and whispered, "Why are there extraneous matters? Can you really promise these things? The foundation can I don’t have the money…”
"No, dear Paul, you have never been to Asia, and you have never worked or lived within the Chinese community... The foundation does not have this money, but the Chinese community does. The head of state calls these things people's hearts!"
"But...but you are making your own decisions. Without the consent of Mr. Shi and the head of state, who will reimburse you for the money? If you break your promise, the surviving mercenaries may not give up. You You are causing trouble for yourself!”
Pierre smiled, "Haha, you don't understand. Sometimes you still have to do something like buying horse bones for a thousand dollars..."
"What do you buy for a thousand gold? Horse bones...are you buying fossils?" Paul had obviously never heard of this Chinese allusion, and his face was blank.
