When Huffman finished speaking, Dingle had also noted down these important details and then said:
"Okay, I've got it. I'll arrange for someone to look for clues when I get back."
"It shouldn't be long before we find her family."
After he finished speaking, Huffman and Pokel nodded. Then, Huffman lowered his eyes and sighed:
"I hope we can find her family. I'm just worried... she has no relatives left. This war has taken away so many people..."
Before he could finish speaking, Pokel interrupted, "Alright, Huffman, stop saying such discouraging things."
"Stay optimistic and believe that good things will always happen, which will lead to a good outcome."
"Perhaps her family is looking for her in various hospitals. With the colonel's help, they might be able to find her tomorrow."
Dingle nodded slightly, but Huffman hung his head, looking gloomy.
Seeing the atmosphere become somber, Pokel changed the subject and asked Dingle:
"Colonel, you've come to see us so late, you didn't just want to chat, did you? Your work should be very busy right now."
Dingle glanced at Huffman, then turned to Pokel and said, "Tomorrow morning, the Yan people will leave Salivia, and I will go with them until they set sail."
Upon hearing this, Pokel was both surprised and delighted: "My God, are they really leaving?"
Dingle reached into his robes and, while rummaging through his belongings, said, "Of course, it's not just the Yan people in Salibia who will be leaving; their troops stationed elsewhere will also be completely withdrawn."
"Not a single soldier will be left on our borders."
Hearing this, Pokel's eyes lit up with joy, and he was so excited that he almost stammered, "Great, these guys..."
As he spoke, he reached out and nudged Huffman, who was still hanging his head.
Huffman's face remained somber, but he said in a flat tone, "This is a good thing."
As they were talking, a tin cigarette box was offered to Huffman. He looked up in surprise at the box and saw Dingle with a faint smile on his face.
"I think you need this."
As he spoke, Dingle took out two more tin cigarette cases and handed them to Pokel, saying, "One is for you, and please take the other to Smyth for me."
"I won't go to the hospital to visit him. As for the girl, don't worry, I'll ask someone else to look for her. They'll definitely find her family."
"As for whether she can recover, as you said, stay optimistic, and good things will definitely happen."
“Thank you, Colonel,” Huffman and Pokel said in unison.
Just as Pokel was about to open the cigarette pack, Dingle opened the remaining cigarette pack in his hand, took out two cigarettes, and handed them to him.
"Take mine."
Neither of them refused. Pokel took the cigarette and lit it. Just as he was about to hand it to Dingle, Dingle had already lit his cigarette and put it in his mouth.
"hiss--"
The next moment, all three took a drag of their cigarettes. Dingle slowly exhaled a smoke ring, then turned to look at Huffman, who still looked gloomy, and said:
"Last time you asked me where your hometown was, what was it again?"
Upon hearing Dingle's question, Pokel was taken aback, not understanding why Dingle would ask such a question at this moment.
Had he forgotten what Hoffman had said before, that his hometown was in Colombo, one of the first regions to fall, where the war had already spread far and wide? This was what had been keeping Hoffman in a bad mood; although the war was over, his family must have already perished in the fighting...
At that moment, Huffman leisurely exhaled a puff of smoke, squinted his eyes, and said with an unusually calm expression.
"In Colombo, Colonel."
"Right next to..."
However, before he could finish speaking, Dingle interrupted, "Right next to the Mitia River, there are many willow trees planted along the riverbank. Your family's farmland is there. Your father cultivated a small plot of land to grow tobacco, solely for his private use and not for sale."
Huffman turned to look at Dingle and smiled helplessly: "So you remember very well."
“Of course, my memory has always been quite good,” Dingle said casually.
Huffman didn't respond, just kept smoking silently, and Pokel remained silent as well.
The next moment, Dingle suddenly slapped Huffman on the shoulder. Huffman turned to look at him in confusion: "What's wrong, Colonel?"
"Since the Yan Kingdom's army entered our territory, they have been marching along the national highway. We have fought several battles with them along the way, but we have not won a single one. This allowed them to cross the Suenham Province and fight us in Enzos. After that, they still did not change their route and continued to march along the national highway."
"So they traveled through the province of Pocamea and arrived here."
"Do you know why?" Dingle asked.
Huffman shook his head helplessly; he had no interest in thinking about these things anymore. Meanwhile, Pokel, standing beside him, said:
"This is the shortest route. They are too strong; we can't stop them at all. But now we're talking about this... sigh."
He took another deep breath, filled with bitterness, and even choked and coughed.
Dingle nodded slightly: "That's how it is."
"However, there is another reason."
Huffman, still with his head down, silently smoking, casually asked, "What's the reason?"
"They did not want the war to spread to more places, and the strength of their army gave them the confidence to continue down this path. Now it seems that they have done it all."
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