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Let us first take our eyes away from the barren land of the Northern Wilderness.

As for Tang En, who doesn’t know life and death, let him go first...

...

On the Bran territory, there are two special areas marked with virtual shadows. One is the vast sea around the continent, and the other is the land of 100,000 mountains at the west side!

The same reason why these two places are marked with virtual shadows is because we don’t know where the end is... and the place where we are now putting our sight is the latter.

Bran, one hundred thousand mountains, the west to the west!

At dawn, the sky was gray, like a piece of rag that had been used for a long time, and there was always a kind of dirty color that could not be washed clean.

If you lower your eyes and see, the main color is also gray. Most of them are dirty mist, covering thousands of square meters. A little are bare hills, rugged dead trees with no leaves, and stiff frozen soil mixed with gray and yellow...

"Hu..." He pursed his lips and breathed out, and the white gas turned into an unusual and inconsistent existence. However, in just a short moment, the white gas was completely assimilated and disappeared.

I have to say that in such a lifeless environment, no one will be in a very good mood.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as the one who is exhaling. She is also in a bad mood and very bad, but her ability to regulate is very strong. She just exhales a few breaths of turbid air, and her spirit will be instantly boosted, and her heroic face gradually becomes firmer.

She is Joshia, and she has many identities, such as a respected nobleman, a mysterious magician, and the general manager of a secret institution... But now, she has only one identity. That is the new leader of the Gray Clothes Army!

Oh. It's just nominal. Because she hasn't been truly recognized yet. But after this morning, maybe this identity will be worthy of it. Well, just maybe...

...

Slowly climbing up a slightly raised mound, and stamping his feet, Joshia looked up at the east, with some expectations in her eyes, as if she was waiting for the rising sun, and as if she was waiting for someone...

Not long after, a slightly old voice suddenly came from behind, "Captain Joshia, you're getting up so early today."

Turning his head, an old man with blood-stained armor, gray hair on his temples and a slightly dark expression walked over. Seeing this, Joshia quickly walked down quickly and reached out to support him. There was a hint of blame in his words: "Old Marshal Oumeng, you have not healed your injuries and cannot see the wind, why did you come out at this time?"

At this time, it was more than a month since the city of Dawn was destroyed. The gray-clothed soldiers and civilians who escaped were chased for a whole month. Only one week ago, after they completely left the crowded land, the pursuit officially ended.

The sudden encounter this time was undoubtedly a wake-up call for the newly developed gray-clothed army, and the blow was very big. Not only did it lose the meaningful base of Shuguang City, but the casualties of soldiers and people were even more huge. Ou Meng's injuries were also left behind when he broke through.

"Haha, it's okay." Oumeng chuckled and waved his hand. "I've been struggling on the battlefield for most of my life, and I can fight wars, and I can't do anything else. These are just minor injuries. I've been used to it for a long time, so the leader doesn't have to worry."

Joshia's eyes drooped slightly when she heard this, and she helped Oumeng to the top of the mound, and then said, "Old Marshal, I'm not the leader yet."

"Why isn't it?" Oumeng glared, "I got the instructions of the leader Luosha. You are the new leader of the gray-clothed army. Who dares not accept it?" He paused, "As for those clowns, you don't have to pay attention to them. You shouldn't have agreed to hold an election meeting for thousands of people before... But don't worry, I have contacted a group of generals, and everyone will stand up to support you at that time!"

The so-called Thousand-Person election meeting is naturally the choice of the new leader of the Gray-Clothed Army. The current morale of the Gray-Clothed Army is sluggish and has no leader. It is indeed urgent to have a leader stand up and stabilize the morale of the army.

There should have been no doubt about this matter. Most people know about Losha's new leader before his death. But if you blame him, you can only blame the high-level ministers at that time. They have been with the Gray Clothing Army for so many years, and more importantly, they enjoyed the tempting taste of rights during their cooperation with Bran. In this way, they naturally are unwilling to let Josha, a junior who has joined the Gray Clothing Army for a long time, occupy the position of leader.

It is precisely because these people interfered with it that the time for Joshia to officially become the leader continued to move backwards. In the end, Joshia proposed to ask the gray-clothed soldiers and civilians to send representatives to form a meeting of thousands of people to voluntarily elect a new leader.

Those senior ministers with small thoughts naturally agreed when they heard this. After all, Luosha's dying instructions are of great significance. Without this meeting of thousands of people, their delaying methods would definitely not prevent Joshia from becoming the new leader. Now, they have seen some hope...

"Thank you, the old marshal." Joshia's expression remained unchanged when she heard this, but she just bowed to thank her.

Oumeng frowned and looked at it, remained silent for a moment, and asked, "Joshia, tell me this old guy, are you not confident? Or do you really don't want to be this leader? If you don't want to be, I...ah!" I originally wanted to say no, but when I think of the current situation of the gray-clothed army, Oumeng naturally couldn't say it, so he had to sigh and look gloomy.

Shaking his head, "Why does the old marshal think like this... I am very confident!" He looked up, and Joshia's eyes showed a hint of spirit, "I am indeed not prepared for being the new leader of the gray-clothed army, and I never thought of it. But since this is Aunt Luosha's explanation, I will definitely not let her down!"

"Okay!" Ou Meng felt relieved when he heard this and couldn't help but praise him loudly.

As Oumeng himself said just now, he will only fight in his life and have no eyesight for electing new leaders. But he believes in Losha's eyesight, so he only recognizes Joshia. If Joshia really doesn't want to be, he will appear passive... Who else can choose? Those senior ministers? Stop making trouble, just with his eyesight, it will be obvious that if the gray-clothed army is handed over to these shallow-sighted people, there will be no hope.

After the joy, I couldn't help but wonder again, "Since you have the confidence and are willing to be this new leader, why did you agree to hold a meeting of thousands of people before?"

"It's very simple." Joshia raised a green jade finger and said, "The situation in the gray-clothed army is now in a critical situation. It's impossible to delay the election of a new leader. They want to have a chance to turn the tables by chance, and I want a chance to make a decision. In this way, what's wrong with agreeing to them?"

"Oh, I said, with your wisdom, you shouldn't have such a foolish move. So that's it, so that's it, haha... I said it's the most suitable for you to be this leader, and they don't have this brain!" Ou Meng suddenly realized, raised his head and couldn't praise him. Then he seemed to remember something, his smile stopped, and he frowned, "However, they have made many small moves recently, if they have won some of the representatives..."

"Old Marshal, you must have confidence in the representatives elected by the soldiers and the people. And..." After a moment, Joshia narrowed her eyes, "Taking this opportunity, you can just let everyone know the true faces of some people."

Without giving too much explanation, Joshia reached out to support Oumeng's arm, "It's almost time, prepare for it, we'll go directly to the venue later."

"Okay... Well, don't you have to wait for the sunrise?"

"No, it's already out!"

"Uh..." Ou Meng turned his head in shock when he heard this, looking at Dongfang, who was still gray, and couldn't help scratching his head, expressing his incomprehension.

However, he was not confused about this problem. After walking down the mound, he hesitated for a while, and finally hesitated: "What about Tang En? How do you deal with Tang En's problem after you become the new leader?"

Joshia's eyes drooped slightly, and his expression was inexplicably clear.

Seeing this, Oumeng sighed: "You and I know that this time the matter is not the fault of Tang En, but the damn Borg... But no matter what, this matter really happened because of him, and more importantly, the final result is that Chief Luosha died... Everyone knows your relationship with Tang En, and they will not miss this opportunity, and they will definitely force you to make a choice. What should you do then?"

After a long silence, "I will solve it, um, I will solve it..."
Chapter completed!