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

"Brother, which army are you from? I've never seen you before."

A front army leader handed Zhang Ruoyu a cigarette and asked with awe.

In the critical battle just now, they were almost dispersed by the coalition forces. This guy came up and pulled out a few strongholds, led the crowd to break through, went straight to the coalition base camp, and fought a beautiful counterattack.

"I'm from Beimang." Zhang Ruoyu squatted in the trench and smoked while holding a gun. "Separated from the main force."

"The Beimang military uniform is not your color." The leader of the front army smoked a cigarette and ordered his subordinates to clean the battlefield.

"I'm from the cooking class. I'm a lower grade person and the color is lighter." Zhang Ruoyu exhaled thick smoke and grinned.

His face was covered with paint and his appearance could not be seen clearly, but the blitzkrieg he had just led showed his strong ability to command troops.

Tactical literacy and leadership style.

"As expected of someone who came from Beimang." The leader of the front army sincerely admired him. "Brother, the way you led the charge just now, you are definitely an elite ace even in Beimang."

After a pause, the front army leader He Jun gossiped: "Brother, have you ever followed General Zhang Xiangbei before?"

"Why do you say that?" Zhang Ruoyu asked.

"I heard that General Zhang also worked in the Beimang cooking class when he first entered Beimang." He Jun said with a grin. "Many Beimang soldiers are proud to have worked in the cooking class, and they even tried their best to get into the cooking class to get gold plated."

"Our Beimang cooking class is indeed the best among the best." Zhang Ruoyu put out his cigarette and said seriously.

"Brother, no matter what, I will report to the leader in today's counterattack, and you have to be the first to take credit." He Jun was not greedy for credit.

Anyway, he has his cousin Ye Zhengting as his backer, and there will be many opportunities for him to make meritorious deeds in the future, but he can't let the hearts of Beimang veterans go cold.

"Thanks."

Zhang Ruoyu saluted and said, "I'm going to find the main force."

He Jun returned the military salute, stood up and said, "Brother, I don't know your name yet, please leave your name and we will keep in touch in the future."

Zhang Ruoyu turned around and said with a grin: "Anyone who gives me face should call me Brother Zhang."

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Ruoyu walked into the jungle.

He Jun was stunned on the spot and sighed: "Beimang is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. Every cook has the air of a general. If this brother is in our front army, shouldn't he be treated as a treasure?"

……

"Commander Ye, the front army under your command is very powerful."

A certain Lao Wushuang was both envious and envious: "We destroyed two coalition strongholds one after another, and our record is second only to the Beimang Army."

Ye Zhengting stood with his hands behind his back and said expressionlessly: "It takes ten years to sharpen a sword. I have always had high hopes for them. The leader of the team, He Jun, was personally trained by me."

After saying that, Ye Zhengting changed the topic and glanced at Old Man Li coldly: "Didn't some people still say that I was nepotistic?"

"I can only say that I am a meritocratic and capable person. Even if I am beaten, scolded, and trampled on every day, I will still get used to it. If someone is incompetent, even if he is my own son, I will not give him a second glance."

Another old man Wushuang frowned and said hesitantly: "It's He Jun's tactical arrangement. It looks a bit like Beimang's style."

Ye Zhengting lit a cigarette and said with a cold expression: "What's going on? How much money does the front army under my command spend every year to study in Beimang? In which year did we not hire a group of Beimang backbones with high salaries to give tactical guidance to my front army? In this area, Which of you is more willing to invest than me? What happened to Beimang? Don’t you want to imagine it?"

Lao Wushuang, who had a deep hatred for Commander Ye, twitched his lips and was speechless for a moment.

at dusk.

The military bosses were holding lunch boxes and watching the battle while eating. A few old men were sitting in front of the screen, twerking and swaying in a coquettish way.

"Hey!"

A certain Lao Wushuang, who held a heavy army, squirted rice with his mouth full, raised his chopsticks and pointed at the screen: "Isn't that my front army, Lao Lao? Those bastards are bloody! They actually defeated all the elites of Beihai Kingdom!"

When Ye Zhengting heard this, he frowned and said, "You know, it was your front army, but you don't know, you thought the main force in Beimang did it."

"Whether it's the fighting style or the execution of tactics, this fucking looks more like the BeiMang Army than the BeiMang Army led by Qin Huan and the others!"

Ye Zhengting's heart was swollen and excited.

But his mouth still smells bad.

Night falls.

Reports of military successes from all fronts came frequently, which made the old men at the headquarters very excited. They all boasted loudly and wished they could lead their own soldiers to the earth and go to the front line in person to gain military glory.

"Don't be happy too early."

Ye Zhengting changed the topic and said calmly: "The real decisive battle depends on the main force of Beimang. The elite troops commanded by Gan Daolin haven't shown up yet. This Lao Deng is a notorious tactician in the outer battlefield. He is evil. very."

After hearing this, everyone calmed down.

Indeed, the various front armies themselves did not assume the main battlefield.

Even if we win, we will win on a small scale.

The real main battlefield is Beimang.

Ye Zhengting looked back at Qin Hanshan, who had always been silent. The ashtray in front of the old guy's desk was already filled with cigarette butts.

His son is personally leading the main force in Beimang to fight the most difficult life-and-death battle.

"In ten years, Beimang has never lost."

Ye Zhengting handed Qin Hanshan a cigarette and said in a deep voice: "I won't lose this time. I'm waiting to drink your son's celebration wine."