In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

The man in military uniform in the aisle had a strong physique and a majestic aura. Although he wore a black mask, his dark and deep eyes were like thunder and lightning, making people palpitate wherever they passed.

Surrounded by a group of military bosses, he climbed onto the high platform with steady steps.

Standing firmly in front of tens of thousands of elites.

Under the stage, the soldiers of Beimang looked enthusiastically at the young general standing on the stage.

The familiar military uniform, the heavy medal of merit on his chest, and the motivation behind not showing his true colors.

They guessed who this young general was who could make Commander Long Fei and the overlords of the military make way for him.

It was their Bei Mang Army...

"salute!"

Qin Huan stamped his feet and took the lead in saluting.

clap clap.

Thousands of Beimang troops in the audience seemed to have been endowed with infinite power, their momentum was like a rainbow, and their fighting spirit was high.

Standing next to Qin Huan, Han Dong's blood boiled, as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. He almost broke the rules and shouted "brother-in-law"!

The "media friends" who were eighteen generations of ancestors were scrutinized and recorded this scene from various perspectives.

This is his first appearance on stage one year after the national mourning, which is extremely newsworthy.

When it can be published is one thing, but if you can't take good photos, there is something wrong with your business capabilities.

"It turned out to be him..."

Gan Daolin's pupils shrank and his body trembled: "Is he still alive?"

The veteran gods of war from various countries nearby were also dumbfounded and sweating profusely.

A national funeral was held a year ago, and a funeral was also held in Binhai.

Zhang Xiangbei, why is he still alive?

And when countless veteran war gods made a strong comeback and wanted to regain the ranking in the combat power rankings for the country, they were mysteriously resurrected?

The veteran gods of war shuddered, their dead memories suddenly came to life...

The God of War of the Beihai Kingdom issued an order to his subordinates: "Contact the Chinese Military Headquarters. Can the casualty rate standard be adjusted back to the previous international standard?"

For a while.

The heads of military departments in countless countries have completely collapsed their Taoist hearts.

If Zhang Xiangbei is still alive...

If the casualty rate of military exercises is increased, the happiest person will not be any of them, but Beimang Zhang Xiangbei!

Zhao Changqing stood up together with the others in the field.

She herself didn't feel the need to get up.

According to seniority, she is the elder.

But the group of leaders who were higher than her all stood up.

If you don't stand, you are a bit unsociable, and you are also suspected of being unpatriotic.

Zhao Changying had no idea that this kid could create such a grand scene just by showing up in a Beimang military uniform.

Not only the Taixia Bei Mang Army was full of enthusiasm.

Even leaders from all walks of life in China stood up and paid attention.

He even wore a mask and stood on the stage with only one eye exposed.

Even if it is true or false, it has not been implemented.

The group of elite soldiers from all over the world who had been watching with eagerness and murderous intent were as wilted as eggplants with frost.

What kind of evil things did this Xiao Zhang do to the princes of various countries?

Can it create such an exaggerated psychological shadow?

"Brother Fei, you still have face."

Under the stage, Ye Zhengting glanced at General Zhang on the high platform and sighed: "As soon as General Zhang came to power, the momentum of our three armies surged. Those majestic elites from all walks of life were so scared that they trembled a little. Especially those veteran gods of war. , his face looks as ugly as if he had eaten shit."

Long Fei snorted and said, "It's not a big deal. What kind of relationship do I have with my brother? If I open my mouth, will he dare to come?"

In fact, Long Fei only received news from his brother ten minutes ago.

Even the brother who met at the same time as Ye Zhengting and other military bosses.

When I saw my brother, he wore a mask the whole time and didn't pay any attention to me. He was very cold.

Until this moment when I came on stage, I had not communicated with anyone.

So damn cool.

The arrogant and powerful legend of Beimang back then is finally back!

Han Jiangxue stood up tremblingly.

The people around him, the military bosses in front of the stage, and the Beimang soldiers in the crowd all saluted the man on the stage.

Every move he makes on stage is so handsome that he is twisted.

Even a simple return gift is full of aggression.

Throughout the whole process, no one introduced who this young general who was so grand and grand was that even Long Fei and Ye Zhengting had to match him.

If you don’t know, there’s no need to tell.

If you know it, there is no need to introduce it.

He just needs to stand on the stage.

It’s time to get down to earth.

Even those who should be afraid were trembling.

"No wonder those old guys in the wall dote on him so much."

Zhao Changqing sighed softly, aware of his daughter's complicated mood, and said slowly: "He is really very face-saving, and he makes everyone look good."

"Suddenly I can understand what Mrs. Han is thinking."

"If she were fifty or sixty years younger, she would have done it herself, and it wouldn't be your turn."

The corners of Han Jiangxue's lips curled up slightly.

He knew that Zhao Changying was deliberately humorous in front of him.

In an instant, Han Jiangxue suddenly cursed: "Fuck."

Zhao Changying trembled and became angry and said: "I will tell you a few words of truth. If you don't like to hear me, you don't have to tell me. Why are you scolding me?"

"I didn't scold you." Han Jiangxue's palms were sweating, and for a moment she didn't know whether to be grateful or to scold her.

"What happened?" Zhao Changying noticed the great change in her daughter. "Could this guy have dumped you, a yellow-faced woman, before he goes on stage?"

"Fart." Han Jiangxue's thoughts were overwhelming, and the quintessence of Chinese culture blurted out. "Mo Han scored twice with you, and I won't get divorced."

"Then what the hell are you talking about?" Zhao Changying gritted his teeth.

If she wasn't a little afraid of the powerful young general on the stage, she would have to tear Xuebao's foul mouth to death.

"That guy on stage is not Brother Zhang."

Han Jiangxue said categorically: "My Brother Zhang's Adam's apple is bigger than his!"